ninety thousand miles

Chapter 560 Drunkness
As he spoke, Li Chuan grabbed a handful of gravel in his hand, and some powder fell from between his fingers.

"Like before?" Liu Yang asked, seeming eager to try.

"Yeah, just like before." Li Chuan felt his physical condition and felt that he still had some strength left. "It can be thicker, maybe half a foot thicker."

"Simple." Liu Yang said.

"Do you have any special feelings? You also drank alcohol." Li Chuan asked.

"Yes, especially when I was comprehending the sword intent, I felt that I could understand and even touch it." Liu Yang was also very curious about Li Chuan's situation. "What about you? Did you help?"

"I should have. If I hadn't drunk that glass of wine, I don't think I would have been able to see so much at once." Li Chuan replied, "It's just that I feel like I'm getting drunk but I'm not, and sometimes I wonder if I'm dreaming. Do you have this feeling?"

Liu Yang shook his head, "No."

"Maybe it's because I'm not a cultivator," Li Chuan said, looking down at the gravel. "I just felt it and it seems there is a bottom. I'll definitely be able to get out in three years at most."

"Three years passed in the blink of an eye," Liu Yang said as he sat down next to Li Chuan. "Today I walked deeper into the forest and saw a peach tree. It was different from the other dead trees. Although it was also rotten, it was obvious that it had only started to decay a few years ago."

"It's Lord Tao." Li Chuan said, "I was thinking of asking the people from the Monster Hunting Division to find his whereabouts after I get out... He has returned to the immortal palace he longed for."

"According to him, Xuanshui Mountain should have been different a thousand years ago than it is now. Is there any record of this in Xuanmen?" Li Chuan asked.

"No. Tian Su doesn't want others to know, so even if he is an ancient immortal, he may not notice it." Liu Yang said, he looked up again and said: "I have some ideas about the direction of future cultivation. This is a place of absolute spirituality, not suitable for experimentation, let's try it after we get out."

"Then help me condense the stone slab..." Li Chuan just thought of this.

"This won't consume much spiritual energy, and I have a lot of spiritual stones on me, so I can support myself for a few years." Liu Yang said indifferently, "Even if I get out, I still want to continue traveling in the human world, go to the Imperial Observatory, and participate in the extermination of monsters."

"Do you think this can be used?" Li Chuan took out an iron pot and handed it to Liu Yang.

Liu Yang knew the magic of Li Chuan's pot. After experiencing it for a while, he said, "The speed of condensation is very slow. It is more convenient to absorb the spirit stone directly. But I can cook something to eat."

"What do you want to eat?" he asked. "I still have a lot of food in my Qiankun bag."

"I just swallowed the Bigu Pill, let's wait a few days." Li Chuan took the pot back. He suddenly had an idea and asked, "What do you think of leaving the gravel in the pot for a few days?"

"Will it turn into a stone with spiritual power?" Liu Yang guessed.

"I'll give it a try." Li Chuan said, and he picked up some gravel and put it into the pot. Then he said, "Okay, let's continue. Let's finish it early and get out early."

"Going out is also a form of practice." Liu Yang seemed to be very comfortable.

"I want to go out. It's too stuffy here. I can't stand it." said Li Chuan.

Then the sword energy was swung out, and pieces of stone slabs floated in the rubble.

Under the light of the bronze lamp, the sound of the pot rang out again.

The two of them spent a long time in the secret realm of Xuanshui Mountain.

After waking up again, Li Chuan suddenly felt that the surroundings had become empty and the gravel ground had become shallower, so he asked Liu Yang: "How long have we been here?"

"It should be more than half a year." Liu Yang's sense of time seemed to be blurred.

Li Chuan dug into the gravel with his hands and said, "I feel like I'm almost at the bottom."

"Shall we continue?" Liu Yang asked. "Let me try the sword formation again." Li Chuan said, "You should go up there. I can't control the surge very well yet. Don't hurt you by mistake. I almost did that last time..."

Liu Yang agreed.

After sending Liu Yang over, Li Chuan walked to his iron pot, which was full of gravel.

These gravels were picked out by Li Chuan while he was picking up bones. The surface of the gravels had traces of being burned by the sword energy, and the internal structure was more complete. After they were picked out, they were placed in an iron pot to nourish.

Li Chuan wasn't quite sure why he did this, he just followed his intuition and did it.

It may also be because of the glass of wine called Daoyun.

He still felt half drunk and half drunk, as if he was dreaming, and this feeling made him make many decisions unconsciously based on his intuition.

He seemed a little more drunk at this point.

He took out the Butterfly Spirit, rubbed the Tianyin Pot, then picked up the gravel in the pot one by one, arranged it in dots and horizontal lines, and followed his intuition to once again piece together seven strange units and connect them into a sword formation.

It’s better than last time, much better than the time before that…compared to the first time, it’s completely different.

The first time was so rough. No wonder it fell apart.

Did it fall apart?
Li Chuan tried hard to think, but forget it, he couldn’t remember.

The golden tree in the butterfly spirit's abdomen stretched out again, and his trance-like consciousness sank into the light of the full moon, flowing with the ripples of the pot sound. He felt that the full moon had become very large, covering the entire gravel ground.

Is he dreaming again?

he does not know.

Surge, parasitism.

The sword formation moved.

Driven by the butterfly spirit, the seven strange units began to change and gradually merged into one.

This sword formation seemed different from Mu Ling's and the one Elder Mi showed him.

Is this a sword formation?
Li Chuan became uncertain again.

The gravel was trembling. Li Chuan felt that the gravel under him, all the stones in this gravel space were trembling, and he gradually felt a strange rhythm from the trembling. This rhythm seemed familiar? The Temple of the Heroes. Yes, the Temple of the Heroes. The light spots. That's right, the seven strange units he put together were like the light spots in the mural. At that time, he could control the mural, and now...

But the rhythm was not exactly the same. It was different to begin with. In the Godly Temple, he was only able to control the butterfly spirits there for a short time, and the butterfly spirits in his hands now were not the same as those in the Godly Temple. The sword formation he had formed according to his intuition only reflected his will. He wanted to find the jelly worms, to pick up the endless gravel, and he wanted to get out.

The butterfly spirit's wings trembled gently.

The sword formation floated above Li Chuan's head.

All the gravel in the gravel space followed this rhythm and rose slowly around him in the order arranged by this rhythm. Every piece of gravel was trembling slightly, as if they were singing in a low voice, and the singing gathered together in the clear light of the full moon.

In a state half drunk and half dreaming, they weaved into a huge rune, a magnificent poem.

(End of this chapter)