"How could we not be spared? Why didn't you tell us about the illusion in advance?"
The youngest was unhappy after hearing the explanation, especially since he cried so miserably and was treated as a joke by everyone, which made him very uncomfortable.
The old crook didn't dare to provoke him at this moment, so he could only stroke his fur and said patiently, "This illusion is extremely powerful. It has been able to stand here for thousands of years. If you don't understand and get out of it on your own, then telling you in advance will be useless and will only affect your judgment inside."
"That's how the elite team of wealthy people we mentioned earlier perished."
The illusion of an ancient warrior is itself a special existence. It is not something that can be escaped by realizing that it is fake. Only those with a truly firm and strong mind can resist it.
Over the past thousands of years, countless people have died there.
After hearing this, the youngest finally understood the old cripple's intention, but he sat on the ground with his legs too weak to stand up.
"Give me some time. Now I finally understand why so many people can't pass the Cloud Ladder. Your ancient martial arts world is really too terrifying."
He originally thought that the high technology of the mysterious island was scary enough, but he never expected that the ancient martial arts world's direct anti-science was even more terrifying.
I felt like I hadn't finished climbing the ladder yet, and I was already feeling unwell.
However, the old cripple promised that the road would be smooth from now on. He took a few breaths before shakily supporting Wu Heng and walking forward.
As the two of them were so close, Xiao'er immediately felt Wu Heng's arm trembling. He tilted his head and said with sympathy, "You must have seen the person you care about most die. Alas, the intentions of the designer of this illusion are too sinister."
"..." Wu Heng didn't reply, but the words "the person I value most" circled in his mind for several times. He looked up at the girl walking slowly in front of him, and lowered his eyes gloomily, not knowing what he was thinking.
The second half of climbing the ladder relied purely on physical strength, but because the illusion in the front consumed too much energy, the two teenagers were obviously exhausted at the end, so when they finally reached the end, it was already past noon.
When everyone looked up, they saw that there was a vast and boundless plain above the ladder. A small hill could be seen in the distance, and the top of the hill was covered with a little white snow, which was particularly beautiful.
The sky is clear and the air is fresh, even the wind is particularly fresh.
"I haven't been back for decades, but this place is still full of spiritual energy. It is a holy place for ancient warriors to live." The old cripple raised his head and took a deep breath of air, then said with emotion with a smile.
Wu Heng also felt that after reaching the plain, the fatigue in his body was reduced a lot, and even his internal energy was slowly circulating in his body.
"In the past ten years, air pollution has been severe, affecting the ancient martial arts world as well. Therefore, the major sects have joined forces to plant spiritual herbs on the plains. These are the latest varieties."
"Not only here, the barriers between the sects are also built with spiritual wood."
"Every three years, the sects will open up to recruit disciples, adding new blood to the ancient martial arts world."
Ye Lan walked on the green grass on the ground and narrated the changes in the ancient martial arts world to the old man who had not returned home for decades. Every mountain, river and grass seemed to become warm and vivid as she described it in her cold tone.
The old man nodded repeatedly after hearing this, "Okay, okay."
He bent over and touched the ordinary-looking grass on the ground with great care, tears welling up in his eyes.
This is his hometown. Seeing the prosperous scene now, it seems that this experience is not so difficult anymore.
After a short rest, the old man gathered his composure and finally mustered up the courage, "Let's go, I'll take you to Beidou Sect. I'm familiar with this route."
Hearing this, Ye Lan raised his lips slightly, and pretended not to know the way. He just followed behind the other party and walked slowly forward with the two teenagers.
The youngest looked at the hill in the distance, which was just a small black dot, and asked Ye Lan beside him, "It's very far from here to your respective sects, right? There are no cars, and it will take a long time to walk there."
He had just climbed the ladder for half a day, and now his legs went weak at the sight of flat ground.
Ye Lan threw back a sentence without even turning his head, "That's because you're too slow. We're all waiting for you."
Youngest: “…”
He looked at his legs and didn't feel any different from others.
At least no matter how short he is, he is taller than Ye Lan.
The old cripple in front turned around and saw his stupidity, so he said with a mixture of anger and amusement, "Young friend Ye is talking about you not being able to use your internal energy to release it, so you can't walk fast. Plains like this are also for disciples to practice and master the skills of controlling the internal energy to release it. Otherwise, you can ask Brother Wu to show you."
After he finished speaking, Wu Heng next to him walked to the front silently, then he gathered his strength with his feet, took a step forward, and the whole person seemed to bounce in the air, and instantly reached a place ten meters away.
"Oh my god, this works." The youngest was stunned and doubted deeply whether gravity was not working here. But after trying it himself, he realized that he was really too stupid.
So he, who had never been active in practicing, now actively pestered Lao Guaizi to teach him the technique of releasing internal energy.
The group learned as they walked, and after about ten minutes he finally succeeded in taking off. He was so happy that he jumped up and down on the plain like a monkey.
At this time, the others sped up and started on their journey.
Ten minutes later, the group of four arrived at the foot of a mountain. Looking up, they could see an ancient temple hidden in the mountains and forests. It was surrounded by green bricks and white tiles, giving it an ancient and tranquil feeling.
"Sure enough, after all these years, the sect remains the same, not a single bit changed." The old cripple looked at it for a long time and sighed. Everyone thought he was expressing his longing, but he suddenly changed the subject and sighed softly, "We are truly so poor that we can't even replace a single brick or tile."
Thinking about the fact that the imperial capital is already full of tall buildings, but my own sect still seems to be living in ancient times, I suddenly felt sad.
"..." Ye Lan didn't really understand the other person's train of thought, so he just ignored the old man's advice to the young man not to eat too much in the future, and took the lead to step into the territory of Beidou Sect.
As soon as I entered, before I even stepped onto the stone steps, I heard whooshing sounds coming from all directions.
Ye Lan paused.
After a few seconds, the few centimeters between his toes were filled with swords.
The youngest was so shocked that he didn't even bother to speak. He rubbed his eyes and looked again and again, saying uncertainly, "This must be an illusion, right?"
Otherwise, how could so many swords fly out for no reason? There must be dozens of them if you count them.
Wu Heng on the side took a few steps forward, stretched out his hand to stop the girl behind him, and tried to pull out the sword on the ground, but found that he had no strength to move it at all.
"Your skills are not strong enough." Seeing that he was trying to try one by one, Ye Lan interrupted him lightly, then flashed out and waved his hand. Those originally indestructible weapons instantly rose from the ground and flew backwards to fall on the stone steps.
"Ah, my sword!"
"Fuck, I just typed that out last month."
"It's definitely scratched."
…
At the same time, dozens of young men in green robes emerged from the bushes and treetops, including several women. They hurriedly picked up the swords on the ground, and looked them over like treasures, fearing that they would be damaged in any way.
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