Soul travels through the world of immortality

He shuttled through the secret realm and saw many novel landforms and plants as he flew over. The place where he stopped now was very strange. The vitality here was extremely weak, the plants grew slowly, many plants were withered and yellow, and the air was very humid. Dark and obviously lacking in oxygen. Li Mingyang has been in the secret realm for so long, and this is the first time he has seen such a place. There might be something weird here, so he thought and continued walking deeper.

The few giant trees I occasionally see are almost hundreds of meters high, as thick as a hill, with bright green leaves. Looking upward, each tree has two or three flower buds in clusters, which look a bit awkward hanging on the tree. Obviously, in this spiritually deficient environment, it is not easy to grow tenaciously or even bloom.

At the foot of these giant trees, stone tablets eroded by wind and rain were arranged at random. There were many words engraved on the stone tablets that he did not recognize, and he had no idea what those symbols meant.

"What are those? Are they tombstones?" He couldn't help but ask Xingqing.

Xingqing looked at the stone tablets and said calmly: "It is history and practice. You can understand and understand."

Li Mingyang was helpless and complained to Xingqing: "What are you trying to understand? I don't even know these words. What do you want me to understand?"

Xingqing shrugged and said: "Forgot, these are the ancient dialects of the Immortal Realm. You can understand them after I cast the spell."

I saw Xingqing closing his eyes, opening his lips slightly, and spitting out a string of spells. A circle of light appeared above Li Mingyang's head, and the light enveloped him, and then disappeared after a few flashes.

After a while, Xingqing opened his eyes: "Okay, try reading it, you should be able to do it."

Li Mingyang felt that his body seemed to have undergone some kind of change. A string of language words flooded into his mind, like a computer being installed. He tried to read those strange words again. Although many of the words were mottled and blurred, he could barely Read it. One of the stone tablets recorded a fragment of an ancient immortal world. It was very obscure and difficult to understand. Some of the words were vaguely identifiable, but Li Mingyang felt his eyelids jump because the word "curse" was written on them. It records the war against demons launched by an ancient god out of grief and anger because his beloved partner was killed by demons in the ancient times. He also cursed the demons before his death.

After Li Mingyang finished reading, he remained silent. An inexplicable sadness arose from the bottom of his heart. It seemed that he felt suffocated after experiencing the endless fighting, the pain of losing his lover, and the curse full of resentment.

He turned to Xingqing and said, "Let's get out of here quickly. It's great that you can understand these words. Thank you, little Xingxing." Xingqing nodded with a smile.

Li Mingyang left here quickly, flying hundreds of miles before slowing down.

"There's something different ahead," Xingqing reminded Li Mingyang. As he passed by, he saw a huge waterfall. There was a huge mirror above the waterfall, with a dizzying light shining on the mirror. Stopping above the waterfall and approaching the mirror, Li Mingyang raised his finger and touched the mirror lightly. A stinging pain came from his palm. He took back his hand and found blood seeping from his fingertips. The blood was absorbed by the mirror.

"This is..." Li Mingyang stared at the mirror in astonishment. There was a halo on the mirror. The halo blurred the mirror, making it difficult to see the picture in the mirror.

Xingqing floated above the mirror and said faintly, "It is indeed him, you are so lucky, kid." He pointed at the mirror, and the mirror looked like a lake of spring water, with ripple-like lines.

"This mirror is called the 'Shangxu Mirror'." Xingqing introduced, "It is said that this mirror is cast from the essence of the lunar yin, and contains a small space inside. This space is not affected by the laws of time and space, and those who practice in it People can do twice the result with half the effort, but... this mirror has strict restrictions. You can only enter to practice on the day when the lunar candle is shining, and you cannot enter to practice at any other time, otherwise you will be attacked by the 'Mirror of Sorrow'."

"No wonder." Li Mingyang suddenly realized that the sting just now was just a small punishment from the 'Shangxu Mirror', and then he said with some confusion, "So, what is the day of candlelight?"

Xingqing shook his head and said: "I only know the story of the ancient warriors riding on divine beasts. In order to save the earth and the people from being scorched by the sun, they sacrificed and burned themselves by the lake on the advice of the gods. Later generations will sacrifice themselves in memory of that warrior. This day is called the Day of Candlelight."

When Li Mingyang heard this, he showed a thoughtful expression: "Then you are saying that the day of candlelight is not just a certain day, right?"

"Well." , but judging from the reaction of 'Shangxujing', it should be just recently!"

Li Mingyang's face froze: "You don't know either? Then how do you judge which day it is?"

Xingqing chuckled and said: "Of course it can. This 'Mourning Mirror' has a rule that after making a sacrifice, you can know which day is the day when the candle shines, and the space in the mirror can be opened. No matter what year or month, as long as there is someone After sacrificing himself, this 'Mourning Mirror' will automatically leave a notice for him to open it?"

"What is the sacrifice of this 'Shangxu Mirror'?" Li Mingyang asked curiously.

Xingqing smiled and said: "You just had a drop of blood sucked by this thing, so naturally you have sacrificed it to it, but I don't know exactly how the 'Sorrow Void Mirror' will predict the opening time."

Li Mingyang didn't ask any more questions. He looked into the distance and couldn't help but feel a little expectant. He couldn't wait to enter the 'Sorrow Mirror' to practice.