An Yu also sat down with An Ran in his arms. He said in a very depressed tone: "What kind of treasure do you think is in here?!
Didn't the Qilin say that the things in here were just toys for Angel? Why do these traps seem to be even more numerous than when we were looking for Angel?!
Su Fanjun was also in a low mood. He said in annoyance, "Exactly. Why did that Qilin Monster create so many secret realms when he had nothing better to do? Isn't one secret realm enough for her child? He even created a secret realm for his child's toys, full of traps! What on earth does he want?"
The environment was deathly silent, and an inexplicable atmosphere of anxiety began to spread among the five of them, as if everyone was becoming restless and irritable...
An Ran, An Yu, Su Fanjun, Jun Zichen and Xu Errong were all silent for a long time.
After a long while, Xu Errong finally heaved a long sigh and said calmly, "Now that we are all here, let's stop complaining. What we should think about now is how to get out of this passage!"
After a pause, he looked at An Ran again and said, "Junior Sister Yunxi, are you feeling better now?"
An Ran finally recovered from the mummy's pain. She replied sullenly, "Much better..."
After she finished speaking, she looked at An Yu depressedly, glaring at him and said, "Brother, you knew there was a corpse, but you still put it here?! Are you deliberately trying to scare me?"
An Yu looked up at the sky speechlessly. Looking at his somewhat unreasonable sister, he had no choice but to remain silent. He knew that if he argued, the consequences would be ten thousand times more tragic. This was the result of An Yu's personal experience over the past decade or so!
Watching the brother and sister playing around, Su Fanjun smiled self-deprecatingly. An Ran and An Yu acted so close, how could they be sisters?
Why hadn't he thought before that An Yu's sister would come to the Imperial Capital Orr College under an assumed name? He had foolishly thought that An Ran and An Yu were cousins...
More importantly, how could I possibly forget such a beautiful memory?
That An Ran, wearing a white dress with orchid prints under the sun...
That straightforward, unpretentious An Ran...
That An Ran who was so adorable even when she was laughing, scolding, or getting angry...
…
As he recalled, there were traces of sarcasm on Su Fanjun's lips, mixed with regret and resentment towards himself!
Hearing An Ran's reply, Xu Errong nodded almost inaudibly, then asked Jun Zichen, "Is there anything else to write next?"
"have."
Jun Zichen continued to read the contents on the crystal fragments.
The handwriting jumped, and ten years had passed.
"All my weapons had already been reduced to a pile of scrap metal. I could only dig with my bare hands. It seemed like 'digging' was the stupidest way to escape. But in this strange secret place with nothing in it, it was the only thing I could do."
"But it's worth mentioning that the air here has always remained fresh. No... not only fresh, but there's even a faint fragrance in the air. As if inspired by this fragrance, my strength has increased significantly in just twelve years, from the ninth level, where I haven't been promoted in a long time, to four steps, and now I have become a junior monarch magician!"
He is actually a ninth-level magician?
Jun Zichen paused. This person's strength was not weaker than his at all. It could be seen that he was also a very advantaged person in the world at that time!
"Even if I practiced every day in the outside world, I might not be able to suddenly unleash such great potential, but in this underground secret realm, I have achieved such a promotion!"
"So I often wonder, is what I've been going through real? Or is it just a dream?"
fragrance?
Xu Errong sniffed the air, his nose twitching. He could sense a sweetness in the air. He couldn't help but ask himself, "Could this strange aroma actually increase one's potential?"
The diary of the twelfth year was not interrupted because the senior expressed his rapid promotion. Instead, after he lamented that he could no longer distinguish between truth and falsehood in his life, he recorded something that made Jun Zichen very concerned.
"Because of my increased strength, my digging abilities have greatly improved over the past ten years. I imagine that a monarch wasting all his energy on this single act of digging would make many powerful men laugh. But the truth is, I am indeed gambling my life every night, frantically trying to find a way out!"
"After ten years, I finally realized that the first time I fainted in the thousand-meter tunnel was not an accidental incident caused by excessive excitement."
"But there's a tyrannical restriction here. When opening a new path out of the tunnel, there's always a critical distance. As long as I cross that critical point, I'll be knocked down by an inexplicable force and fall to the ground!"
"This has happened twenty-seven times. No matter where I faint, I always end up back in that endless dark corridor. The tunnels I dug while awake... are all gone."
"This might be a good thing. It proves that this secret realm has some taboos... At least it doesn't want me to leave ten thousand meters away from here!"
"Then... maybe, after leaving ten thousand meters away, I can escape from here."
This senior’s words hit the nail on the head!
Everything that cannot be touched... is often the opponent's biggest weakness!
This secret realm doesn't want people to open up a thousand-meter escape route, which means its range... is ten thousand meters!
"This is good! Let's try this!"
An Yu finally heard something that made him excited, and immediately started rubbing his hands against a stone wall.
"Keep listening. If this ancestor's idea is correct, it won't be our turn to worship his bones."
Xu Errong poured a basin of cold water on An Yu's head, and then he said to Jun Zichen: "Go on, let's see what else is written on the back."
Jun Zichen raised his eyebrows and looked at Xu Errong. It turned out that Master Mo Shang’s disciple knew more than most people thought!
He said calmly, "Well, that's right. He has more words to say, recorded on the crystal fragments."
Jun Zichen nodded and took down another piece of crystal stone fragment. He continued to read the message recorded on it softly.
This time, the time jump was even greater, and in the blink of an eye, fifty years had passed. The ancestor seemed to have forgotten his previous habit of recording his progress. It was not until another fifty years later that he picked up the pen again and wrote a few scribbled notes.
"For fifty years, I haven't been able to successfully break through the critical point. It seems my physical strength and mental strength are not enough to contend with the restrictions. So I plan to enter a state of meditation for a hundred years, transcend the King level, become a Junior Venerable, and try again." (To be continued.)
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