Immortal Mansion: With mediocre qualifications, I have no choice but to live forever

Zhou Yiqiao looked back at the two disciples, his eyes full of warning.

"The fog ahead is unusual, so we need to proceed with caution."

"I still say that if you feel that you are not up to the task later, come to me immediately."

The two disciples looked at each other, then looked at Zhou Yiqiao and nodded heavily, followed Zhou Yiqiao closely, and slowly walked into the valley surrounded by fluorescent light.

As the three of them went deeper, the surrounding scene gradually began to become blurred, and the whole world seemed to be swallowed up by this soft and mysterious mist, slowly moving from reality to illusion.

Suddenly, a melodious sound of guqin came from the depths of the fog.

The melody of the piano is melodious, but it carries a hint of indescribable sadness and vicissitudes that strikes the heart.

Zhou Yiqiao paused and his eyes instantly became sharp. Without turning his head, he whispered instructions to the two disciples of Qinjian Villa behind him.

"Be careful, there's something fishy about this piano sound."

Zhou Yiqiao's warning echoed in the fog, but it still failed to stop the strange rhythm in the valley.

The two disciples gripped the hilts of their swords tightly, the spiritual power in their bodies flowing quietly, ready to deal with sudden changes at any time.

As they walked, the mist seemed to become more active.

Amid the fluorescent glow, some vague figures can be vaguely seen moving around, as if some ancient souls are wandering in this mysterious valley.

The sound of the guqin gradually became higher and higher, and each note was like a sharp blade, cutting through the air and also cutting through the minds of the three people.

Zhou Yiqiao frowned, he could feel the power contained in the sound of the piano, as if it was trying to guide them towards some unknown area.

"Don't be confused by the sound of the piano, keep your mind focused!"

Zhou Yiqiao reminded again, with a hint of solemnity in his voice.

Upon hearing this, the two disciples quickly focused their minds and tried not to be affected by the sound of the piano.

However, at this moment, the fog around them suddenly rolled violently, the fluorescent light flickered more frequently, and the entire valley seemed to be shaking.

Blurry figures emerged from the mist, their figures were distorted and their faces were blurred, but without exception they all had a strange smile.

These figures slowly revolved around the three people, as if waiting for something.

This was not the first time Zhou Yiqiao had encountered such a situation, so he understood that this was a strange thing!

He still remembered that when he was in Yanzhou, he encountered an evil spirit in a village that was invaded by a strange Buddha statue. At that time, he relied on his tenacious mind and strong strength to barely kill the monster.

Now, facing this more complicated and terrifying scene, Zhou Yiqiao’s first consideration was not whether to fight with it, but whether he could leave and escape from this strange valley.

But escaping is not easy.

In this valley shrouded in ancient rhythm, every step seems to be bound by an invisible force. The air is filled not only with fog, but also with an indescribable sense of oppression that makes it almost hard to breathe.

Zhou Yiqiao took a deep breath and wanted to tell the two disciples of Qinjian Villa to prepare to evacuate, but he found that he couldn't open his mouth at all - his throat seemed to be strangled by an invisible hand, and even his voice was swallowed by this strange atmosphere.

He was startled and quickly turned around to look behind him, only to find that the two disciples of Qinjian Villa who had been following him closely just now were now nowhere to be seen!

"Damn it!"

Zhou Yiqiao cursed inwardly, forced himself to calm down, closed his eyes and concentrated, trying to use his deep inner strength to dispel the strange atmosphere around him and restore his ability to move.

Zhou Yiqiao's internal force surged like a raging wave in his body. His spiritual power rapidly flowed through his meridians, finally breaking through the invisible restraints.

His eyes suddenly opened, and two rays of light pierced through the thick fog like sharp swords.

"Break it for me!"

Zhou Yiqiao shouted loudly, and the Dusk Sword in his hand burst into dazzling light. He swung the sword, and the sword energy was like a real wave, surging towards the fog in front.

The fog was broken by the sword energy, and the fluorescent figures shattered like bubbles, revealing a clear path.

Zhou Yiqiao's sight penetrated the fog and saw two disciples from Qinjian Villa standing not far away, who seemed to be trying hard to resist this strange atmosphere.

"Are you guys okay?"

Zhou Yiqiao showed a look of joy on his face and walked quickly forward, ready to meet up with the two.

The two disciples heard Zhou Yiqiao's voice and slowly turned around.

Their faces seemed a little blurry in the fog, but Zhou Yiqiao didn't care and just thought it was the effect of the fog.

However, when the two of them turned around and raised their heads, Zhou Yiqiao's pupils suddenly contracted.

Their faces no longer looked like human monks, but had become distorted and terrifying, with green light flashing in their eyes and strange smiles on their lips.

"you--"

Before Zhou Yiqiao finished his words, the Dusk Sword had already turned into a ray of cold light and went straight to the vital points of the two men.

The sword flashed, and the two strange figures collapsed instantly, turning into mist and dissipating in the air.

Zhou Yiqiao's face was gloomy, and he finally realized that he had fallen into an illusion.

He looked around warily, only to find himself back at the moment when he was trying to regain his mobility.

The surrounding mist and fluorescent figures reappeared, the sound of the guqin sounded again, and everything seemed to start all over again.

"Is this... time travel!?"

Zhou Yiqiao suddenly fell into a great fear.

You must know that the Avenue of Time is the most elusive and the most powerful of all the avenues.

Not only can it control the flow of time, it can even reverse cause and effect, trapping people in an endless cycle.

This force is too powerful and is totally not the dilemma that Zhou Yiqiao should face at his current level.

He took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down.

The current situation has completely exceeded his expectations. He knows that only by keeping a clear head can he have a chance to find a way to crack this strange little world.

Zhou Yiqiao's eyes became sharp again, and he began to observe the surrounding environment carefully, looking for possible clues.

He found that although the surrounding scenery was constantly changing, the sound of the guqin remained consistent, as if it had become the center of this small world.

"Music... maybe this is the key."

Zhou Yiqiao murmured to himself, and began to try to understand the rhythm and tempo of the guqin sound, hoping to find clues to break the illusion.

As time went by, Zhou Yiqiao gradually immersed himself in the sound of the guqin, and his mind seemed to resonate with the sound.

He felt his consciousness gradually merging with this small world, and the mist and fluorescence around him began to become orderly.