On the other side of the cave is an endless wasteland.
Everywhere you look is bare land with almost no grass growing. There are only a few short weeds dotted around, making the place look even more desolate and desolate.
Everyone looked a little unhappy. How could there be such a vast space in the Zen Mountain Cave? If I remember correctly, the cave is under the He Mansion! Could it be that the cave that I walked for several hours just now is connected to a desert? Looking at the scene here, it is clearly the long desert wasteland in the far west!
Everyone was greatly stimulated by this speculation. Even if they walked as fast as possible, it was impossible for them to reach the far west, which was tens of thousands of miles away, from the He family in just a few hours.
Sang Wusheng's voice suddenly rang in his mind. He said, "Brother, it seems that we cannot use spiritual energy here."
Lu Ming secretly released a little spiritual energy, and found that the spiritual energy could not transmit sound, so he said: "Spiritual energy is created by heaven and earth. As long as heaven and earth are not destroyed, as long as the body is not damaged, then it is impossible for a real person who has already achieved a cultivation body to be unable to use spiritual energy. This situation is really strange."
Sang Wusheng nodded and said softly: "If my guess is correct, we should be in an illusion at this moment. Only when we are in an illusion created by others, then all unreasonable things will become reasonable."
Lu Ming thought for a moment and said, "Since we are in an illusion, there must be a formation here. We just need to find the center of the formation."
Sang Wusheng and He Luming looked at each other, and both saw helplessness in each other's eyes. Trying to find the center of the formation in this endless wasteland is undoubtedly like looking for a needle in a haystack.
There were about dozens of people present, all with desperate expressions. Almost everyone was thinking about the same question: should they advance or retreat?
If they advance, they may be trapped in this vast and boundless illusion forever. If they retreat, there may still be a glimmer of hope, but they have reached the interior of the Zen Mountain Cave and retreated halfway. How can they not be willing?
Wang Yu, Sang Huai and the others looked gloomy, but their hearts were extremely determined. There were countless heaven-defying treasures hidden in the Zen Mountain Cave Mansion. If they quit rashly, then all the years of hard searching, consuming countless manpower and material resources, would still yield nothing. Even if they were trapped here forever, it would be better than being controlled by the inner demons that they could not obtain for the rest of their lives.
Wang Yu snorted coldly and took the lead. Then came Sang Huai, and then Lu Ming and Sang Wusheng.
Everyone saw the others moving forward one after another. After struggling and hesitating for a long time, they finally decided to follow the others to the cave to search for treasure. Since they had decided to come in, they could not return empty-handed. Even though there were many dangers ahead, they could not care about so much at this time.
After walking for a long time, the sun slowly set in the sky, the weather became gloomy, the sunlight gradually faded, the whole earth became dark, and the temperature began to drop gradually. In the wilderness, spiritual energy could not be used, and everyone gradually felt exhausted. In addition, the cold wind suddenly blew, and everyone had to shiver all over, wrapping their clothes tightly, and walked forward with heavy steps.
After walking all night, everyone was exhausted and panting. Without spiritual energy, they seemed to have lost everything. Cold, hungry, tired... all kinds of pain that they had never experienced before were experienced to the fullest. Everyone pricked up their ears, rubbed their eyes, and carefully checked the surroundings for any abnormalities. Unfortunately, there was no abnormality that could be noticed on every inch of land. In other words, no one could find any shortcomings in creating this fantasy wasteland, and the eye of the formation could not be discovered by anyone from beginning to end.
Time passed by, the sun rose and set, day after day, the wasteland seemed to stretch endlessly, people's expectant eyes gradually turned into despair, and finally only numbness remained. More than ten days had passed. There was no water source in the wasteland, let alone food. Everyone just relied on the extraordinary strong physique accumulated over the past few decades to grit their teeth and hold on, otherwise they would have died long ago.
For the first time, Lu Ming experienced the despair of people lost in the desert who were described in novels or movies. Without spiritual energy as support, he couldn't even enter the space. He called 233 but there was no response, as if he had been completely isolated by some kind of barrier. There were a lot of food and pills to replenish physical strength left in the Qiankun bag, but it still couldn't be opened.
What is the power of this Zen Mountain Patriarch? He can still support such a huge and terrifying illusion with his own strength many years after his death, forcing intruders into despair. Everyone who enters here is one of the best in the world of cultivation, but now they are trapped in this wasteland and have no way out. In addition to being helpless, they can't help but admire the Zen Mountain Patriarch.
It is indeed wrong to enter someone else's house without the owner's consent! Lu Ming finally realized this deeply.
As they moved forward, people kept dying. Some were too desperate to move forward and sat down to die slowly. Others fainted from exhaustion and never opened their eyes again. Lu Ming and Sang Wusheng had also reached their limit. They supported each other and moved forward slowly, looking like old men.
Because of the lack of water for a long time, Sang Wusheng's voice was as hoarse as sandpaper. Sang Wusheng laughed hoarsely and said, "Brother, it seems that we will die here."
Lu Ming held his hand tightly, shook his head and said, "You won't die."
Sang Wusheng was slightly stunned. Ever since his brother knew that he was Sang Wusheng, he had a vague feeling that his brother seemed to know many things that he didn't know, especially about himself. At first, he was secretly delighted, but as time went by, Sang Wusheng suddenly had such an illusion that his brother seemed to see many things very clearly. Just like just now, when he said that he would never die, it was not encouragement or comfort, but an inexplicable firmness, an unquestionable firmness.
Sang Wusheng sighed quietly. His brother had too many secrets. He thought he was sensitive and saw things clearly, but he also felt that he could see through his brother's mind, but he couldn't see through it. He couldn't explain this paradox in words.
Lu Ming noticed that Sang Wusheng seemed to be in a low mood, so he asked worriedly, "What's wrong?"
Sang Wusheng came back to his senses, forced a smile at Lu Ming, and said, "Brother, we will not die."
Lu Ming looked at Sang Wusheng and chuckled, "Yes."
Lu Ming hesitated for just one second before answering, but was still discovered by Sang Wusheng.
Sang Wusheng suddenly felt panicky for no reason, and a bad premonition suddenly came to his mind. He always felt that many things in this Zen Mountain Cave would undergo earth-shaking changes.
The two of them had their own thoughts, which reduced the pain of moving forward. Suddenly, someone shouted "Ah", and his voice was trembling with excitement. He stretched out his finger, tremblingly pointed to the front not far away and said: "I, we... are saved!"
Everyone hurriedly looked in the direction the man pointed, and saw a solitary grave not far away.
Several people tumbled and crawled towards the lonely grave, tears shining in their eyes. After nearly a month of walking, they finally found the only abnormality, which was the lonely grave in front of them.
Lu Ming and the others also hurried forward. They came to the lonely tomb and surrounded it to examine it carefully. They saw a black stone standing in front of the lonely tomb. There were only fourteen words written on the stone. Lu Ming read it silently and found that it was actually a poem.
There are trees on the mountain and branches on the trees. I love you but you don’t know it.
Lu Ming frowned and looked at it for a long time, and suddenly a drama came to his mind. It was probably like this: I love you but you don't know it, so there is only this lonely grave of mine left in the world, guarding this desolate place and watching the sunrise and sunset.
However, the illusion was created by Zenshan Patriarch, so this solitary tomb actually belongs to Zenshan Patriarch himself?
Lu Ming sighed. Could this solitary grave be the center of the formation? Now that everyone has lost their spiritual energy, to break the center of the formation, do they have to dig up the grave?
Lu Ming silently took a few steps back.
Sang Huai and the others had almost lost their rationality. They just opened their red eyes and shouted in a hoarse voice in frustration: "Pry it open!"
As soon as the words fell, some people started to move. Because there were no tools, they had to dig the grave with their bare hands. Fortunately, the grave was made of mud. If it was replaced with a more solid material, it would probably be impossible to open it with bare hands.
Lu Ming was helpless. Without spiritual energy, the real person really had no special skills.
Half an hour later, the entire tomb was turned upside down. There was no coffin or body inside, only a small red wooden box.
Someone carefully lifted up the small wooden box and placed it in front of everyone.
Lu Ming looked at the small wooden box. He didn't know what material it was made of. It had been buried deep in the ground for so long without rotting. It was still intact. There was an incomprehensible ancient text written on the top of the box, and on both sides of the text were two strange patterns.
Suddenly, a ray of light flashed in Lu Ming's brain. Why did this dark pattern look so familiar?
Sang Wusheng suddenly used some strength to hold Luming's hand. Luming woke up from his memories and turned to look at Sang Wusheng in confusion. He had a gloomy face, cold eyes, and a pair of thin lips tightly pursed, looking extremely nervous.
Lu Ming was about to ask when suddenly there was a loud bang in his brain. He grabbed Sang Wusheng with his backhand, and his body trembled slightly.
That dark pattern was clearly the demonic dark pattern that had appeared on Sang Wusheng’s face more than once!
Lu Ming's mind suddenly went blank. What on earth was going on? Why could he find something closely related to Sang Wusheng in this illusion array that had disappeared for hundreds of years, in this boundless wasteland created by the Zen Mountain Patriarch?
Lu Ming took a few deep breaths and sent a voice message to Sang Wusheng: "Don't worry, let's wait and see."
Sang Wusheng nodded silently. On the other end, Wang Yu suddenly said, "Open the box and see what's inside. Maybe it hides the secret of this illusion array."
Someone reached out and fiddled with the iron buckle of the red wooden box for a few times. The box, which was originally thought to be difficult to open, was actually opened with a slight push. There was a "click" sound, and the box opened immediately.
Everyone held their breath and looked into the box.
In the center of the box, there is a crystal-white, transparent jade pendant.
The jade pendant looked of excellent quality, and faintly exuded a warm luster. Wang Yu reached out and picked up the jade pendant, looked at it over and over again, and frowned and said, "It doesn't seem to be anything special."
Sang Huai took the jade pendant, took a closer look, and murmured, "There seems to be words on the jade pendant."
Everyone's interest was aroused. Sang Huai looked at it for a long time, rubbed his eyes, and then simply closed his eyes and began to touch it. After a long time, he said, "The words are very small and can't be seen clearly. It seems to be a poem."
There are trees on the mountain and branches on the trees. I love you but you don’t know it.
Lu Ming didn't need to guess what was written on the jade pendant. This was a token of love that Sang Wusheng from his previous life gave to the first person in his harem, Hua Tui.
Although Lu Ming knew that Sang Wusheng was not the person in front of him, he still couldn't help feeling uncomfortable. His arrival changed everything, even Sang Wusheng's sexual orientation. If Sang Wusheng knew that he and "He Qingci" were mortal enemies in his previous life, what would he choose? Would he choose the supreme identity with all the wealth, or be Sang Wusheng, who is so ordinary that he has almost nothing?
Lu Ming sighed softly. He couldn't ask such a question, nor did he want to ask. Sang Wusheng's feelings for him were beyond doubt. Logically, Sang Wusheng and Hua Tui had no entanglement. Why were the tokens of love between the two people that appeared repeatedly in the book buried in this tomb?
Sang Wusheng seemed to notice that something was wrong with Lu Ming, so he held Lu Ming's hand with a little more force, "Brother, what's wrong?"
Lu Ming smiled slightly, did not answer, but gave him a reassuring look.
Lu Ming closed his eyes slightly, immersed in the memories of the original work. He carefully recalled every tiny detail, trying to find the key. After a long time, Lu Ming suddenly had a flash of inspiration, and his brain suddenly became clear and transparent. Many things he had not thought of were now connected.
Mingduo, Tianya artifact, illusion, cave... Each key word flashed through his mind over and over again. The truth that was originally shrouded in fog was now becoming clearer and clearer before his eyes and within reach.
Lu Ming took a deep breath, but his body still trembled involuntarily. He squeezed Sang Wusheng's hand tightly, as if he had used up all his strength. Lu Ming tried to send out his spiritual energy, which slowly flowed out, and his cold body gradually regained warmth, and the feeling of hunger gradually disappeared, but his heart was as sad as this vast wasteland.
He guessed right.
At this moment, the earth suddenly changed, the whole wasteland suddenly shook violently, and cracks appeared in the sky in an instant. It seemed that in just a blink of an eye, the scene that could be seen seemed to have suddenly changed completely.
Lu Ming looked around, his heart gradually sinking. He was now at the top of a mountain. This mountain didn't look like anything special, with green hills and clear waters, birds singing and flowers blooming. Occasionally, a breeze blew by, and a faint scent of flowers drifted over.
A cold laugh suddenly came from all around, which was very inconsistent with the surrounding environment. The laugh got closer and closer, and everyone's heart chilled and their backs went cold.
Lu Ming looked at the direction where the voice came from and said coldly, "Come out, don't play tricks."
The voice snorted and laughed, then suddenly said, "Qingci, don't forget, I am a ghost."
Everyone present will never forget this voice. They saw this ghost cultivator kill He Qingci and Sang Wusheng not long ago. You know, these two were in the middle stage of the Spirit Severing Realm, but they were almost unilaterally crushed by this ghost cultivator, which shows that his strength has reached a terrifying level.
In the black fog, a figure gradually approached. The person was full of evil spirit, and his pair of black pupils without whites looked extremely scary. There was a smile on the corner of his mouth, but this smile made him look more like a frightening evil ghost.
Ming Duo stood still more than ten meters away, shook his head and said, "Qing Ci, you and your good brother really put on a good show. I was almost fooled by you. Fortunately, after entering the cave, the more I thought about it, the more I felt something was wrong. I went back out of the cave to see the scene of your cremation, and then I found that the dead were just puppets."
Everyone was shocked. It turned out that He Qingci and Sang Wusheng were not dead, but were replaced by puppets?
Lu Ming and Sang Wusheng felt cold in their hearts. They didn't expect to be discovered by Ming Duo so soon. The two looked at each other helplessly, and suddenly a burst of white smoke came out of their bodies. After a moment, their original appearances were revealed. Sang Wusheng had no reason to hide his true appearance, so he appeared in front of everyone in his true form.
Everyone present was shocked to see the sudden change. Sang Wusheng actually hid his true identity and strength, and they didn't realize it for so long! His temperament and appearance are completely different from before! It seems that the strength of the young master of the Sang family should not be underestimated, especially now that he has an unclear relationship with the newly appointed He Qingci. If the two of them practiced, I'm afraid no one on the scene could defeat them.
Thinking of this, everyone looked at Sang Huai with sympathy. It seemed that this person might not be able to sit so firmly in the position of the head of the Sang family.
Sang Huai secretly hated him. This Sang Wusheng was so scheming! Even he had been deceived before. He didn't know what ulterior motives this man had for coming here. The Sang family must not fall into his hands. Sang Huai's eyes were gloomy, and he made up his mind to find a chance to kill him!
Of course, Sang Huai didn't know that Sang Wusheng's ulterior motive was actually just Lu Ming himself. In his eyes, the Sang family was really nothing. It's just that Sang Wusheng was always vindictive. Except for his almost unconditional tolerance towards his brother, he was not so easy to talk to others. Sooner or later, the Sang family would be dealt with by him.
Lu Ming looked at Ming Duo and said expressionlessly, "What on earth do you want to do?"
Ming Duo smiled slightly, his tone so calm and natural that it almost sounded like an old friend talking: "This world makes me extremely disgusted, I might as well just destroy it."
Lu Ming wanted to call him a psychopath. He suppressed his anger and said, "Do you think that just because you have power, you can control everyone's life and death? Yun Luan is already dead, isn't that enough?"
Ming Duo seemed to have not heard Yun Luan's name for a long time, and he suddenly felt dazed. He opened his lifeless eyes and looked into the distance, not knowing what he was looking at, while muttering, "If the world were to start over again, perhaps the ending would be different."
Lu Ming said calmly: "Is this your purpose, to make the world start over again?"
Ming Duo's expression returned to normal, and then he smiled and said, "Do you know why I have such an idea? I have to thank your good brother. His mistake made me accidentally get the Tianya artifact. This thing is really interesting. It turns out that this world is supposed to be like this. Qingci, your fate is just like this."
Sang Wusheng's face suddenly changed when he heard this, and he looked at Lu Ming's face reflexively. Lu Ming's eyes were calm, as if he already knew everything about the Tianya artifact.
Sang Wusheng suddenly had a guess in his mind, and he asked tentatively: "Brother, do you know the existence of the Tianya artifact?"
Lu Ming hesitated for a while, and finally nodded.
Sang Wusheng felt a chill in his heart. If that was the case, his brother must have already known that the scene of two people killing each other had appeared in the Tianya artifact.
No wonder my brother had always said that he wanted to avoid Sang Wusheng and that it would be best if he never met him. Was it because my brother had already seen the horrific scene in the Tianya artifact? In other words, could my brother have already obtained the ancient book and created another Tianya artifact?
Sang Wusheng was distraught as he thought about everything that had happened in the past few decades, and his heart was throbbing with pain. It turned out that after his brother knew that he was Sang Wusheng, the pain and sorrow he had to endure were many times greater than he had imagined. It turned out that it was not just because of Fushu that his brother did not want to be with him, but because he would kill his brother one day.
Sang Wusheng stared blankly ahead, but his eyes couldn't help but turn red. His eyes were blurry as he looked at the jade-like face of the person so close to him. He wanted to reach out and touch her, but he felt that his hands were so weak that he couldn't even lift them up.
He is not Jing Mo, he is Sang Wusheng, and this identity itself is wrong. Is that right?
Sang Wusheng's body began to tremble involuntarily.
Suddenly, a warm hand suddenly grabbed him tightly. Sang Wusheng was stunned, with a trace of tears in the corner of his eyes. He turned his cheek to look at Lu Ming with a confused expression.
Lu Ming looked at Sang Wusheng's silly look and couldn't help but burst out laughing. He knocked his head helplessly and said seriously: "Don't be afraid, and don't be sad. I don't care about anything anymore. I just know that we still have a long way to go in the future."
Sang Wusheng choked up a little. To hear his brother say this, he would be happy even if he died.
Seeing that his brain king's emotions were finally calmed down, Lu Ming felt relieved and released pure spiritual energy. The surrounding scenery suddenly flashed, and Lu Ming brought Sang Wusheng into the space.
When Sang Wusheng saw the familiar space, he couldn't help but pull hard and hug the person he loved to the core tightly in his arms.
Lu Ming was slightly stunned, then he hugged Sang Wusheng with his backhand, sighing, and time seemed to stand still at this moment. The two of them didn't want to think about those complicated things anymore, just quietly felt each other's body temperature and enjoyed this moment of tenderness. When they ended this hug, perhaps they would really have to face the reality of pain, sadness, or entanglement.
After a long time, Lu Ming let go of Sang Wusheng. The warmth suddenly disappeared, and Sang Wusheng felt lost.
Lu Ming pulled Sang Wusheng to sit on the grass, facing the calm lake in front of them in silence. After a long time, he suddenly said softly: "Wusheng, I want to tell you something. About the truth of the illusion."
Sang Wusheng suddenly had a bad feeling in his heart. Every time his brother encountered something serious, he would appear unusually calm. He tried not to look so anxious and whispered, "Knowing the truth may not be a good thing. If possible, brother, can you not tell me?"
Lu Ming shook his head and said, "Some things cannot be avoided by running away. Wu Sheng, actually... I am not the real He Qingci."
Sang Wusheng suddenly remembered everything he saw in the Tianya artifact. He turned around without saying a word, his expression stiff, trying his best to suppress his doubts and uneasiness.
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