"Heart Sea..."
Xiang Sheng chewed over this strange yet familiar word over and over again, and the scene in his dream gradually came back to his mind.
"The mind has its limit, which is called the sea of heart. What we see there are all manifestations of the seven emotions and six desires, which are different for each person."
"Heart Sea? Master Leng Zhu is saying that I'm in this trouble because I accidentally opened up my Heart Sea?"
"If your heart sea is opening, you should first sense where the heart gate is, rather than being ignorant. Your heart sea is not opening on its own, but rather an external demon has invaded, occupying its nest, and your three souls and seven spirits cannot rest in peace."
"What?!"
The young man kneeling in the gray mist was suddenly startled and quickly offered a broken branch, "Please, sir, save me!"
…
This is a new memory, one that has never appeared before.
Xiang Sheng narrowed her eyes slightly, as if stimulated by the illusion, and she remembered more scenes when she first entered the dream.
The big wood was originally called Lengzhu.
Young Master Leng Zhu, this sounds like a nickname, not his real name.
He said that when the sea of heart opens up, one must first sense the door of the heart. He has already seen the door of the heart. Could this be a sign of the sea of heart opening up?
What will be the use after the sea of heart is opened up?
The only feeling she had now was that her mind was stable, as if she had undergone some kind of transformation. Compared with before, it was the difference between a stone and a stone pier.
Xiang Sheng was walking and thinking when suddenly a shadow flashed in front of him. A mysterious old man appeared out of thin air.
Compared to last time, the mysterious old man's body became more transparent and his face looked even gloomier.
"Young man, I will give you one more chance."
Without even looking at Xiang Sheng, he walked around the shadow and continued forward.
The old man's expression was grim. He floated over and whispered tirelessly in Xiang Sheng's ear, "As long as you kill all those close to you and learn the Way of Supreme Ruthlessness, I will acknowledge you as the heir of the Puppet Sect!"
The inheritance of the Puppet Sect is all-encompassing, and it would be easy to remove the demonic power from you."
Xiang Sheng turned a deaf ear and walked faster.
The old man was furious and growled, "Your body is burdened by the demonic magic, and your life is in danger. Now I'm giving you a chance to save yourself, so don't be ungrateful!"
Xiang Sheng paused and stopped.
The old man thought she was wavering, and he felt relieved. "I am your elder after all. If you can listen to my words, then I am not a fool..."
clang!
The sword light whistled and pierced through the soul.
The old man's shadow was cut in half, his face looked extremely ugly, and in the blink of an eye he turned into light smoke and disappeared, leaving only a resentful word echoing in the void.
"You'll regret this!"
Xiang Sheng indifferently put away his sword, and the murderous intent in his eyes disappeared.
She is not the type to repay evil with kindness.
Revenge never waits overnight, but unfortunately this old guy comes and goes without a trace. It may be impossible to kill him in a short time.
The most urgent task is to find Xiang Hongyu first.
He lowered his eyes, suppressed his thoughts, and continued on his way.
Illusions occasionally appeared in the mist, but the pulling force was so weak that before it could pull her mind into the illusion, it shattered on its own and could not pose any threat.
As the distance deepened, the power of the illusion increased, but compared with the one created maliciously by the old man, it was obviously not enough.
After walking towards Xiang Sheng for a while and making sure there was no danger, he immediately sped up and rushed to the other side.
The illusion created by that old guy could not sense the passage of time, and the erosion speed of the demon's true essence was greatly slowed down by "Death".
She had no idea how long she had been in there, and could only hope that it was not too late.
…
A day and a night later, on the other side of the Ruoshui River.
There are only a few hundred people scattered along the long bank, all gathered together according to their sects and factions, with clear divisions.
"In previous years, by the seventh day, there would have been over a thousand people crossing the Ruoshui River. This year, it's already the ninth day, and there are only 960 people."
"In the past five hundred years in Dongzhou, natural disasters and man-made calamities have become increasingly frequent. Good seedlings are hard to find, and the decline of cultivation is no longer just talk."
"Natural disasters are frequent, and I don't know why..."
Some of the independent cultivators laughed at him, while others were worried. However, in the five major sects, there was complete silence, and no one spoke.
Wan Lingmo stood in Fengyue's team, his eyes bright and he had recovered, but the purple light in his eyes was gone, and his eye magic ability was really lost.
His face was tense, and his eyes occasionally swept over the monks who had just landed.
"Junior Brother Wan, are you looking for the descendants of the Lu family?"
Someone suddenly spoke up, with a hint of teasing in his words, "Do you want me to help you?"
Wan Lingmo turned around suddenly and saw Shu Gaoming looking at him with a smile.
He was secretly annoyed, but his face showed no sign of it. Instead, he grinned and said, "Brother, if you are willing to help, then I would like to thank you in advance."
"Senior Brother also wants to help you."
Shu Gaoming shook his head and sighed, "What a pity! Without the ability to see, any of these nine hundred people could be a descendant of the Lu family. How can we find out?"
There was a strong hint of sarcasm in Shu Gaoming's words. Wan Lingmo's eyes widened slightly and he was about to explode when the young man in white at the front of the team suddenly glanced at him.
Wan Lingmo's anger immediately subsided, and he snorted coldly, ignoring Shu Gaoming.
"Junior Brother Wan, now is not the time to turn hostile."
Du Yuan advised from the side, "Big Brother, this is also for your own good."
Wan Lingmo responded vaguely. He prided himself on his talent and had an arrogant personality, but he could not be arrogant in front of his senior brother Jiang Yi.
Jiang Yi warned Wan Lingmo and then retracted his gaze, his eyes inconspicuously glancing at a simple-minded young man among the wandering cultivators not far away.
"He is Wang Tuo?"
Du Yuan was beside Jiang Yi, nodding repeatedly and saying, "Yes, this news came from Baihua Valley, it's absolutely true."
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