The laughter grew louder and louder, and suddenly, a grayish-white mist appeared on the empty seventh floor of the fairy tower. Inside the mist, illusions flashed by with increasing frequency.
bass!
When it reached the critical point, the paper with the text on it suddenly caught fire. The flames rose, and in a flash, the paper was completely burned. The text on it also disappeared, and the strange laughter floating around also disappeared.
The fog was gone too.
"What kind of curse is this?"
Chen Luo stretched out his right hand and fiddled with the ashes left after the paper was burned. Nothing was left, and everything that had appeared before seemed to be just an illusion.
"It's even stranger than the Book of Life and Death. It's like another world."
National Master Li Shengnan appeared at the foot of the tower with a group of storytellers, and the puppets at the door kept these people out.
Chen Luo stood up and walked down the ancient tower.
The group of storytellers at the door all knelt down after seeing him, and no one dared to look up at him. These storytellers were all ordinary people, and even the imperial master had to respect someone, so they definitely couldn't afford to offend him. So, regardless of anything, they knelt down first.
"These people are the most influential storytellers in Yongxianjing. The old man in the front is called Du Jiang. His appearance fee is the highest. Almost all of the most famous stories in Yongxianjing are written by him."
Li Shengnan is very capable. In just a cup of tea, he found all the people he wanted.
"In the next year, I want you to spread this story throughout Yongxianjing."
Chen Luo took out a story he had prepared in advance from his arms and handed it to the storyteller Du Jiang in the front.
The power of returning to the void comes from "legend".
The stronger the foundation laid before returning to the void, the more exaggerated the "legend" will be after returning to the void. This is clearly recorded in the practice experience of the Venerable Ku Chai.
After learning this, the first step Chen Luo thought of was to create his own legend.
He planned to add some Spring and Autumn style to himself in the Legend. To increase the strength of the Legend!
He was not the only one who had used this method. Many immortal cultivators who were striving to return to the Void had used it before. Unfortunately, "legend" was not equal to strength. Even if a person with insufficient cultivation and weak foundation could barely return to the Void, he could only call out some "scraps" from the legends he made up. It was like a person who made himself into an immortal emperor in the "legend", but when he actually called it, he found that he could only "realize" the guard dog that was beaten to death by the bald man next door when the immortal emperor was young. Another example was someone who "made up" himself into a Taoist master, but in the end he could only call out a toad at the foot of the Taoist mountain.
The more exaggerated the legend, the more power is needed to "become real". If a cultivator with a weak foundation makes his "legend" too exaggerated, the consequence is that he may never be able to "become real" and can only borrow some residual phantoms like the sixth-level demons and become the weakest among those who return to the void.
Therefore, the creation of "legend" must be moderate.
This is the experience summarized by countless people. Venerable Kuchai gave these insights to Chen Luo, and he truly regarded him as his successor.
"Legend of the Immortals?"
Looking at the manuscript handed over by Chen Luo, Du Jiang subconsciously flipped through it.
The story is very simple, it is about a young man from a small fishing village, who, after a series of adventures, breaks the legend of the immortal world and ascends to become an immortal. The story is old-fashioned and tacky, if it wasn't for the order from the national teacher himself, Du Jiang would have wanted to throw this thing into the toilet.
If this kind of ancient routine were put into today's teahouse, no one would be willing to listen to it.
"Sir, does this story have to be told exactly as it is? Can it be slightly modified?" Du Jiang couldn't help but ask.
Storytellers like him make their living by their reputation. If his reputation gets ruined, his appearance fee will be reduced in the future, which he cannot accept no matter what.
"How do you want to change it?"
"For example, change the name to "Others practice martial arts while I practice Taoism" to create a different gimmick."
"Just keep the subject unchanged."
After listening to a few sentences, Chen Luo felt that they made sense, so he handed the matter over to the storytellers. Professional matters should be left to professionals, which was a principle that Chen Luo had understood a long time ago.
After arranging the basic matters, Chen Luo returned to the ancient tower.
All that’s left is to wait.
Wait for the 'legend' to spread, and then he will try to find a way to extract power from the 'legend'.
A few days later.
The flower-backed turtle also came to Yongxian Kingdom, and this time it brought a batch of new corpses to Chen Luo.
"Brother, these are fresh goods, just dug up!"
The flower-backed tortoise threw the black coffin on the ground, with a slightly excited expression on his face. He rubbed his hands and kept walking around. His excitement made Chen Luo look weird.
Could it be that this guy has awakened some strange hobby?
"The defenses of Silent Valley are even worse than those of Star Gate. They don't care about these corpses at all. I used a little trick to trick the guards."
The flower-backed tortoise excitedly narrated the process of tomb robbery.
When it comes to the exciting parts, the energy of heaven and earth will be mobilized to simulate the pictures.
"I also made some mistakes this time. When digging the third grave, I didn't find the right angle, which caused a landslide. Fortunately, Ding Jian discovered it in time and used his magic power to cut off the formation, otherwise the corpse would have been destroyed. Next time, I must improve it and prepare some grave-digging tools and talismans to break the formation."
After collecting the corpses, Chen Luo added twelve more brains of the Spirit Transformation Realm and one of the Return to Void Realm.
After Chen Luo had finished touching the bones, the flower-backed tortoise expertly packed and boxed the bones. He was so skilled that he didn't even need to remind them. After that, without waiting for Chen Luo's instructions, he took the initiative to find a third company. In his words, he must avenge his previous shame this time and make his technique more professional!
"This hobby is much more serious."
Watching the flower-backed turtle disappear, Chen Luo felt that he had done a great deed. The flower-backed turtle, who used to love to deceive people, finally got on the right track under his guidance!
Li Shengnan, the national teacher who was standing nearby and watching the whole process, had a dazed look on his face.
"Is digging graves a legitimate way of doing things?"
She suddenly felt out of place with the two seniors in front of her.
"Is this the reason why I can't break through to the Spiritual Transformation?" Li Shengnan's mind was full of random thoughts, wondering if he should dig a grave outside after leaving and let the old senior out to breathe.
Two years later.
In the past two years, Chen Luo has been practicing in Yongxian Kingdom. Under his infiltration, the thoughts of Yongxian Capital have gradually become unified, from the emperor of Yongxian Kingdom to the gatekeepers at the gate of the palace. As long as the cultivation level exceeds the foundation building level, one must join the Changqing Sect in Yongxian Capital.
Chen Luo was practicing in the fairy tower as usual.
Suddenly, he felt a tremor in his spirit, and a mysterious feeling came over him. The spirit in his body involuntarily left his body, and the "spirit" of the body cultivator turned into a five-meter-tall god general guarding around his spirit.
"Done?"
After taking a look at the white scene around him, Chen Luo immediately reacted.
The task he gave to the storytellers two years ago finally gained momentum after two years of spreading. The vast expanse of white before him was the "legend" he had made up.
Standing on nothingness, Chen Luo looked back.
Behind me was a brightly lit area, which was the seventh floor of the ancient pagoda.
In the center of the light, his body was sitting cross-legged on a cushion with his eyes closed, as if he was asleep. This feeling of his soul leaving his body was completely different from his previous experience. This time, Chen Luo could clearly feel that his soul had become more solid. The "Immortal Body" standing beside him was like a guard, repelling many auras that were not good for his soul.
Walk out of the ancient tower.
Hanging in the air, Chen Luo saw something he had never seen before. In addition to the colorful spiritual energy, Chen Luo saw strange bubbles one after another in the sky above Yongxianjing. There was a living person connected to each of these bubbles.
The bubbles are irregular in shape.
Some are elliptical, some are semicircular, and some are square and triangular. The only thing they have in common is that there are pictures inside these bubbles, and the length of time they exist is also different. Some bubbles burst as soon as they are born, while others are very stable and float in the air all the time.
For example, above the City God Temple in Yongxianjing, there is a large square bubble.
Chen Luo saw a "god" with a strong breath in this bubble. This is an incense god, worshipped by faith, protecting all living beings, and has boundless magic power.
"Are you the new god?"
A voice sounded in my ears.
Chen Luo looked back and found a baby in a red bellyband floating behind him. This baby was different from other fixed bubbles. He could swim freely and was not bound by bubbles. Chen Luo saw a different connection from him.
This doll was not created by someone's "imagination", but a collection of beliefs. Chen Luo saw dense threads on his body. The Yongxianjing below and even other areas further away were all connected to this doll by threads.
"Incense gods?"
Chen Luo's mind flashed back to the time when he first left the Yue Tomb a long time ago when Chang Qing Zhenren asked him to bring out the tablet. At that time, Chang Qing Zhenren, who had a short life span, tried to use the "incense and fire" to prolong his life, but unfortunately he failed in the end.
Later, in the Iron Spear Temple, he met an abandoned incense god, but the other party had been forgotten and would soon die. In comparison, the aura of the bellyband doll in front of him was as dazzling as the sun, and the rich incense smell surrounded him.
That is the blessing and wish power.
It is countless times more powerful than the forgotten deity worshipped in the Iron Spear Temple.
"Strange, why don't you smell like incense?"
The doll flew to Chen Luo, sniffed him twice, and then showed a puzzled expression.
“Maybe no one worships me.”
Chen Luo smiled and made up an excuse.
He cultivated the immortal way, and walked the path of returning to the void and becoming a god, which was fundamentally different from the incense gods. He came here because he touched the realm of returning to the void.
Because of the 'legend', it appeared here. (End of this chapter)
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