"The cloud fruit was grown?"
The ghost-faced girl was slightly surprised and looked carefully at the milky white fruit hanging on the tree.
Although they were not as brilliant and spiritual as the cloud fruit, their appearance was exactly the same. If they saw them outside, they would just think they were two similar flowers, but seeing them here made them doubt the origin of the cloud fruit.
"Spiritual creatures are born and raised by nature. They cannot be born without the convergence of the energy of heaven and earth. If they can be cultivated, then we don't have to fight to the death for a spiritual herb. After all, it's just an illusion."
Some people obviously didn't believe it.
As far as they know, no one has ever been able to cultivate a natural treasure of the level of Yunguo.
In the cultivation world, regardless of which sect, the common practice is to cultivate and plant spiritual objects, but they are basically transplanted. Some precious spiritual objects are transplanted because they are not old enough in order to maximize their use.
It is basically impossible for them to cultivate a spiritual creature that can cleanse bones and marrow from scratch.
The ghost-faced girl looked at the person who refuted her, a hunched-over, skinny old man, the Taoist priest with a thousand corpses.
An old monster who lived at least 5,000 years ago in the era of sword immortals. At that time, the world was in constant strife, there was no distinction between good and evil, and everyone relied on their own abilities. It can be said that that time was the golden age of magic, and all the evil methods now are passed down by them.
The Taoist master Qian Shi had reached the pinnacle of corpse training. The Vajra corpses that besieged the Sword Immortal that day were trained by him.
"Then how do we break this illusion, Master Qian?"
"Looking at flowers in the water, it is so natural that it cannot be broken." The old Taoist of Qianshi shook his head, "This is probably the Dao rhyme of this demon saint, mixed with some of the laws of heaven."
The Law of Heaven...
He Yu's eyes moved slightly. This was the purpose of their trip.
There is a very strange rule in the cultivation world: powerful magical powers and instruments are often born in ancient times. Most of the latecomers can only stand on the shoulders of giants to make progress, but cannot create more powerful magical powers.
It is not that later generations are vulgar. Look at the Snow Night Sword Immortal, he can be ranked among the best no matter which era he is placed in. The real reason is that the way of heaven is incomplete.
If there is a flaw in the Way of Heaven, there will naturally be someone with great supernatural powers to fill it. Otherwise, there will be no one with great supernatural powers.
He Yu lived in an era when the Heavenly Dao was perfect, and he had never heard of things like Heavenly Dao Laws and Dao Fruits. But the world today is different, and when the Heaven and Earth were first created, there were great opportunities.
"Don't waste time, everyone. We must get the cloud fruit before the officials from Shenzhou come here."
Everyone walked back again and left this illusion.
Every hundred steps they took would lead them into the same space, each time with hillsides and thatched houses, and each time with subtle changes, including the four seasons of spring, summer, autumn and winter. After they were sure there was no danger, they sped up, and the scenery passed by like a slide show.
It was just a fleeting glimpse, but they remembered it.
They were still curious about this Taoist priest and wondered who he was.
Suddenly everyone stopped, not because they had reached their destination, but because they saw huge changes in the illusion.
The Taoist came back from outside, holding a ball of cloud in his hands.
The ghost-faced girl was the first to stop, staring at the cloud and asking, "What is that?"
No one knows, and no one answers.
He Yu himself didn't know clearly. He was just a little Nascent Soul in his previous life, and what he knew was not really a secret.
In the next scene, the Taoist priest sat on the ground and told something to the clouds in front of him. It seemed that he was preaching, but unfortunately it was just an illusion. They could only see the superficial images. They could not even see the rhyme of Tao, let alone preach.
As they continued to move forward, there were more white clouds on the hillside. The pure white clouds fell quietly on the ground, and the hillside looked like a fairyland on earth.
The Taoist sighed: "The artistic conception of the immortals is wonderful."
What a weirdo, creating a few clouds is like creating an immortal realm?
They can also create a similar scene. Most sects located on high mountains will also have a similar atmosphere.
Some people continued to move forward regardless, and after becoming familiar with He Yu's spell, some people gradually lost their patience and just wanted to get the cloud fruit and leave quickly.
The iron fragments gave them the feeling that they were getting closer and closer to Yunjian City. As long as they got there and activated the trial transmission left by the Yunhai Sect, they would be able to reach the place where the cloud fruit was.
Every year, it attracts monks from all over China to fight for it, and this time they want to seize the initiative.
"Friend He, are you not leaving yet?"
When the ghost-faced girl saw that He Yu did not leave, she also stopped.
He Yu did not answer, but slowly walked towards one direction, which was the outskirts of the cloud fruit forest.
He was so familiar with these things that a guess emerged in his mind.
The five people who stayed behind, including the ghost-faced girl, looked at each other and followed him. They trusted this "local" more than their own intuition.
After walking a hundred and eighty steps through the woods, they still did not reach the edge of the illusion.
It is a cliff, below which is the vast world, surrounded by countless mountains, white clouds covering the earth, and mountain breezes emerging like tender buds and branches.
"This..." The ghost-faced girl was a little stunned, "This magic formation actually covers an area of a thousand miles..."
The clouds on the ground are all transformed from magic circles. They don’t know their specific uses, but they have the ability to see through their essence.
There are many magic arrays that create an atmosphere of immortals. Many sects have them. One is to make it pleasing to the eye, and the other is to attract more people to come and become disciples. Even if there are real immortals in a small temple, they are not as good as the Buddha statue wrapped in gold.
But this is the first time I have seen a magic circle covering a thousand miles.
So what?
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