Daoying

Chapter 637: The Hidden Place of the Gods (18): The Measuring Ruler

Xie Huan thought, it seems that these old guys all know about the weaving of fate. No wonder these people have not been seen for a long time. They must have been hiding in the dark and watching.

He cursed inwardly and then described in detail the situation of fate weaving at this moment.

Wuming remained calm, and it was impossible to tell what he was thinking. He said calmly, "This thing is too powerful, but it also consumes a huge amount of energy. It will take a long time to recover. I'm afraid you won't be able to use it for a long time."

"How long is a long time?"

Xie Huan asked.

"It depends on the opportunity. It could be three to five years, or three to five thousand years, or even ten thousand years, or even millions of years."

"..."

"The main thing is that I don't know either. Even the Human King back then could not obtain this thing. The last time it appeared and operated was in the ancient era. Only sporadic legends remain. So how to use it and how to control it, basically you can only rely on yourself to figure it out."

"But I can't control this thing, and can't every cultivator only have one divine treasure?"

"Indeed, so I don't know either."

Wuming smiled slyly.

The disk and the owner of the magic box were watching their every move, but they were completely hidden in the forbidden light and could not see anything. They could only see the two of them talking and laughing, and a breath of air was welling up in their chest.

"What is this place?"

Xie Huan looked towards the bronze palace with a look of shock. There were a few large characters on it that stung his eyes. He didn't recognize them at all. They looked a bit like the Stardust Inscription, but they were different.

"It's Xianwen, Tiangong Pavilion."

Wuming said.

"Xianwen?"

Although Xie Huan had guessed it a long time ago, he was still surprised: "I have seen immortal writing before, and it seems to be different from this."

"What you saw is the improved one. This is the most original immortal text."

“How many versions are there?”

Xie Huan was dumbfounded.

"Well, over the long years, for some reason, everything has changed, including the energy and rules contained in the text. For example, the text on the five immortal monuments is between immortal text and cultivation text, containing the power and rules of two eras. If it were pure immortal text, the cultivators of our time would not be able to recognize and master it."

"I see. The words on the immortal monument connect the present and the past. This must have been intentional by the person who wrote it back then."

"Well, that should be it."

Wuming said softly.

Xie Huan retracted his gaze, looked at the strange phenomenon of immortal power in the sky, and asked: "Is this the emergence of an immortal weapon? Is the immortal weapon this Tiangong Pavilion?"

"Tiangong Pavilion is a place where artifacts are made."

Wuming glanced at the sky, then at the spider swarm in the distance, his eyes sparkling with a strange light, and he slowly said, "It is said that in the Tiangong Pavilion, there is a treasure that can measure the order of the universe, the karma of immortals and demons, and the creation of magic puppets."

"You've said so much, what is it?"

Xie Huan was secretly surprised. Some of the abilities here were extremely abstract. Could it be that this magical weapon was also a philosophical existence?

"It is said that this object is called the Heaven-Measurement Ruler."

Wuming said slowly.

"Since it is something from the Immortal World era, how could the island owner know about it?"

Xie Huan asked again.

"Since we are all in the same space, there will always be some information left behind."

Wuming laughed, “Hehe.”

"It seems that the island owner has a lot of 'information'."

"I can tell you about it in the future, including the matter of your destiny. Now, fight for the Ruler with all your strength."

Wuming's eyes showed a deep solemnity, and he obviously attached great importance to this measuring ruler. He seemed worried and asked again: "Is the power of fate weaving really running out?"

"Yes."

"Well, don't touch it unless it's absolutely necessary. According to my speculation, it may be possible to stir it up again, but the fluctuations in fate caused will not be too great. Energy is conserved in all things, and changing fate also requires energy."

"Ok."

Xie Huan agreed and asked, "What's going on with this hidden place, and why are there fragments of the fairyland?"

"You have so many questions."

Wuming stared at the Tiangong Pavilion and the strange phenomenon of immortal power, and felt that it seemed to take time to brew, so he patiently explained: "Shenyin is the first living being in this world. It is the four elements of earth, water, fire, and wind, combined with all the rules of the world power. Therefore, Shenyin's secret storage is actually the original appearance of this world, containing all the original rules and the fragments of the later immortal world. It is also thanks to Shenyin that these fragments and the opportunities we have seen can be preserved."

"You old foxes, you knew long ago that there were fragments of the immortal world in Shenyin, right?"

"I have guessed it, but I'm not sure. I never thought that I would have the opportunity to enter the mysterious secret treasure in this life and see the true appearance of the fairyland. I am really grateful to you."

Wuming said with emotion.

"Don't just say thank you verbally, show some real gratitude."

"Be careful, the treasure is about to come out, keep an eye on it."

"Let me be honest."

"Jian Chun, how did you get here?"

Wuming stroked his beard and looked at Jianchun and asked.

"..."

Xie Huan supported his forehead with his hand, his face full of black lines.

"Reporting to the island master, we were attacked by the spider puppet and almost died, and then followed it all the way here."

Jian Chun hurriedly replied respectfully.

"These spiders should have come out of the Tiangong Pavilion. It seems that the treasure that is about to come out is undoubtedly the Heavenly Ruler."

Wuming said with a satisfied smile.

Xie Huan was too lazy to pay attention to him and began to pay attention to the power comparison between the two factions and the movements of the owner of the magic box.

Both sides gathered three to four hundred people, and more and more monks came from afar and joined the team.

Xie Huan did not notice Long Xiu and Yun Li, but he was not worried.

First, their strength is enough to deal with a lot of dangers. Long Xiu is a smart guy, and Yun Li has mastered a part of Shenyin. It is not an exaggeration to say that he is the master of this place.

Secondly, there is no point in worrying. Ever since entering Haidu, there has been no peace. I have been facing death almost every step of the way. I am already numb.

"Is that person really the owner of the magic box?"

Xie Huan found that the owner of the magic box was looking at him. When he made eye contact with the other party, he immediately felt goose bumps all over his body. He quickly looked away and asked Wuming.

"should be."

Wuming nodded, his expression somewhat solemn.

"What kind of person is this?"

"It's still unclear, but his identity must be terrifying. This is an old monster that has existed for countless years. He contains unimaginable secrets. I also want to dig them out."

A little fighting spirit ignited in Wuming's eyes.

"Tell me, is there a fourth or fifth second step in Yuan Yanghai?"

Xie Huan asked casually.

"Goodbye, goodbye."

Wuming waved his hands quickly, revealing a mask of pain: "Three of them are already giving me a headache, if there's one or two more, I'll just die."

(End of this chapter)