Taiyuan and Tailing are the two main peaks in the Qionghua Sect that Chen Luo has the least contact with.
Chen Luo had never expected to meet a fellow disciple here. No wonder his aura was so strong, far beyond the previous casual cultivators. The two people opposite him also smiled bitterly. They had made a series of plans before coming here, ready to capture the person after arriving at the place.
I didn't expect that after all the fuss, it turned out to be one of our own.
Chen Luo was also speechless.
The goal he had been planning for more than half a month, became a fellow disciple! With the sword order of Qionghua Sect, the few of them would not be so stupid as to kill each other.
"Fang Jing, Qi Fei."
After sending away Ling Tian, who had a confused look on his face, the two of them exchanged names with Chen Luo, and Chen Luo also introduced himself to them.
"When did Senior Brother Chen come in?"
After knowing that Chen Luo's cultivation was higher than theirs, the two immediately changed their words and called Chen Luo "senior brother". After chatting for a while, Qi Fei asked, she wanted to know if the ancestor had come, only the Seventh Ancestor of Qionghua could break this hell and take them out.
"I just barged in accidentally."
"Is it just a coincidence?" A hint of disappointment flashed in Qi Fei's eyes.
"No wonder Senior Brother suddenly showed up."
The structure of Wenxin Town was established long ago, and apart from the people from the Seven-Colored Pavilion, almost no outsiders have come in over the years.
"Do the seven ancestors know where my brother is?"
"have no idea."
Chen Luo shook his head, and then briefly told the two about the situation the sect was facing. The battles between the various Nascent Soul ancestors, such as the Golden Light Cave, the Millennium Ancient Country, and the Spirit Pool, were mixed in, and the Lord of the Ghost Temple, the Painted Skin Demon, was hidden behind the scenes.
After hearing the last sentence, the disappointment on their faces became more and more obvious.
The more dangerous the situation outside is, the less likely it is that the seven ancestors will notice this side.
"You can't get out?"
Chen Luo got some idea from the expressions of the two people.
"The two of us have been trapped here for three hundred years."
Fang Jing next to him gave a bitter smile. As the true disciples of the Qionghua Sect, he and Qi Fei had no chance of staying in this place if they were not trapped.
Three hundred years?
Chen Luo frowned.
It has only been about ten years since Wenxin Town became like this, so how can there be a claim of three hundred years?
"It's not just Wenxin Town, the entire Yongye Kingdom is like this." As if seeing the confusion in Chen Luo's heart, Fang Jing began to explain.
The entire Eternal Night Country! If it was just one country, the scope of this change would be too large. How did such a large scale escape the supervision of the Qionghua Sect?
"Do you know who did this?"
Chen Luo raised his head and gestured, wanting to ask the two of them whether the source of this change was the "God" in the sky.
"have no idea."
Fang Jing shook his head. He really didn’t know.
During the years he was trapped, he tried many ways and also tried to test the 'God' in the sky. However, the God seemed to be a dead puppet who would only bring down divine punishment when he violated the 'rules'. Apart from that, he never showed up, as if he did not exist.
"Three hundred years ago, Junior Sister Qi and I sneaked into the ancient country to carry out a mission for the sect. When the mission was about to be completed and we were about to return to the sect, the sky in this area suddenly became dark, and then this place entered eternal night, and we couldn't leave."
"It suddenly turned dark?"
Chen Luo didn't quite understand. Fang Jing and Qi Fei were both true disciples of the Qionghua Sect and Jindan cultivators. Even if the Yuanying ancestors took action, they wouldn't be unable to see anything.
"Just a moment."
Fang Jing smiled bitterly.
"I couldn't believe it myself. The sudden blackness felt like someone had covered the sky with a curtain, or like someone had put me in a container."
While Fang Jing was describing the process, a thought suddenly popped up in his external brain.
'Dongtian Gourd.'
The Heart Demon Ancestor's brain said a strange name with great certainty. The Jiaolong's brain also had fluctuations. These two Nascent Soul cultivators had come into contact with this thing before their death, and stored this memory deep in their brains.
The Dongtian Gourd is their target.
It’s a pity that they never found the real Dongtian Gourd until their death.
Opportunity to become a god!
Chen Luo understood it instantly. Whether it was the Seven Ancestors of Qionghua or the Centipede Demon of the Thousand-Year-Old Country, they were all planning this thing. Not only them, but also the Heart Demon Ancestor of the Lower Realm, the Fourth-Level Flood Dragon who was looking for the Dragon Tomb, and even the Painted Skin Demon, the previous ancestor of the Golden Light Cave, were all plotting against it.
These people tried their best and couldn't find the body of the 'Dongtian Gourd'. This place has its own logic, and it is difficult for the outside world to find its location. If Chen Luo hadn't used Brother Changqing's brain, he wouldn't have been able to get in.
“How much ink did you collect?”
Since they couldn't get out, the problem had to be turned to the present. Since the three of them were from the same sect, it was possible for them to join forces. Chen Luo always felt that if he wanted to understand the secret of the 'Dongtian Gourd', he had to dye the color of the 'sky'.
Make yourself the sky of this painting, and become the 'God' in the eyes of ordinary people.
"It's still a long way to go before 'spiritual energy becomes a lake'."
The two of them each took out a small porcelain bottle. Chen Luo sensed a large amount of ink from the porcelain bottle. The total amount of ink in the hands of the two people was at least a thousand drops.
"Colors will not be superimposed infinitely. After reaching a certain critical point, the growth momentum will slow down and it will lose its effect on us." After Fang Jing finished speaking, he handed the ink in his hand to Chen Luo.
After three hundred years of collecting, Fang Jing still has a lot of ink in his hands, but for him now, the ink has lost its effect.
They had walked the same path that Chen Luo was walking on before.
After another hundred years, when the critical point is reached, changes will occur.
Ink rain fell from the sky, washing away all traces.
A century of business was destroyed, and they had to start all over again. After trying twice, the two of them gave up. After Wenxin Town was invaded, the two of them hid here as soon as possible, preparing to take advantage of the blank space of the new place and grab more living space.
"Ink rain from the sky?"
The 'painter' who had an innate advantage would not watch them develop. He was not cared about him now because he had not reached the level of threat. 'Painting' was not as simple as Chen Luo thought. Wenxin Town could do this because it had only been occupied for more than ten years. There were a lot of blank spaces on the 'scroll'. Even if there were 'colors', they were newly stained. But other places were different. The Eternal Night Country had been put into the 'Dongtian Gourd' for more than three hundred years. In such a long time, the previous colors had already penetrated into the scroll itself. It would not be possible to cover it overnight.
“That cloud.”
Fang Jing glanced at the ink clouds in the sky.
"Wenxin Town is relatively good, you can still meet some colorful people. My brother and I have been to the capital of Yongye Country before, and that place has turned completely black and white, with only tree people left."
"Brother, you just came in. These inks can still be useful to you."
Qi Fei next to him also gave his ink to Chen Luo, earning more than a thousand drops at once, saving Chen Luo a lot of trouble.
"He is at the late stage of Jindan. After digesting these inks, he will most likely go one step further and advance to a powerful false infant with perfect Jindan."
Knowing that the Seventh Ancestor of Qionghua would not come, the two placed all their hopes on Chen Luo.
This place cannot be broken by Jindan cultivation alone. Only Yuanying can enter and exit here. When Yongye Kingdom fell in the past, they saw the national teacher of the thousand-year-old country leave.
"Fake infant monk? Not bad, we can give it a try."
Chen Luo nodded. He did not tell the two of them his true strength. There was a big difference between the Golden Core and the Blood Core of the two of them. He had even injured the Master of the Golden Light Cave, let alone the Fake Infant Cultivator. As for the real Nascent Soul Realm, Chen Luo was not sure yet.
In the realm of cultivating immortals, the Nascent Soul stage is the last step in accumulating spiritual energy. The lifespan is three thousand years, and one is revered as the True Lord of the Nascent Soul. By exerting his magical powers, one can control the vitality of the heaven and earth, call the wind and rain, and move mountains and fill the sea.
The two then talked to Chen Luo a lot about the Eternal Night Kingdom.
The two of them were standing at a high angle, and what they saw was different from Ling Tian's. Through the two of them, Chen Luo knew the area of the Eternal Night Kingdom.
There are ninety-nine cities inside!
Apart from the Imperial City, the remaining ninety-eight cities have all turned into "black and white paintings". The Wenxin Town where they are now is the jurisdiction of one of the black and white cities.
After talking about the recent situation of the Eternal Night Country, they talked about many ways to use ink. "Painting" is only the simplest way to use it, and the best way is to use it to train magical powers. The power of magical powers with "color" added will become several times stronger. This kind of increase is a great weapon for the sword cultivators of the Qionghua School.
The two of them are still alive today thanks to the long swords in their hands.
Chen Luo listened quietly. The experiences of these two people were very unique. Many of the ideas they proposed were helpful to him, especially the use of ink. From the perspective of mutual benefit, Chen Luo also gave them a lot of advice. With more than 500 external brains, Chen Luo was almost a versatile cultivator. No matter what field the two of them encountered, he could answer them one by one.
This made the two of them admire him very much, and they even decided to use the Seven-Colored Pavilion to help Chen Luo collect ink in the next period of time.
The three chatted for a while and didn't leave until dark.
Although it was pitch black all around, the three of them kept track of the time. Chen Luo used the ink he had just obtained to "draw" fireflies around the valley and used the insects to judge the time.
"Brother, please hurry up. I feel like I can't hold out in this place for much longer."
The two stood on the boat, and Qi Fei spoke to Chen Luo and reminded him.
In three hundred years, most of the Eternal Night Country has turned black and white. A "black and white ink painting" is about to be completed, and these "bad strokes" in the painting will definitely be cleared out the moment the painting is completed.
"rest assured."
Chen Luo nodded and watched the two leave.
This time it was a pleasant surprise, as he got more than a thousand drops of ink for nothing, and there was also a subsequent supply of ink. Knowing some of the secrets of this place made him revise the plan he had made at the beginning.
"The first step is to deal with the 'ink rain from the sky'."
Chen Luo turned around and returned to the theater. He assigned Ling Tian a task and sent him away. (End of this chapter)
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