ninety thousand miles

Chapter 585 Frankness
"Why are you looking for me?" Li Chuan asked. He looked at her waist, but found that she didn't have a bone knife.

"Because I can't enter the dreams of those two monks." The spiritual master said frankly, "As for Doctor Lao and the two little demons, they can't make a decision."

"So the Ruiling tribe has records of everything from ancient times to the present?" Li Chuan asked.

"No." said the spiritualist.

"Then how do you know about that clan of gods?" Li Chuan asked.

"In a dream." The spiritual master explained: "The Ruiling tribe can not only enter other people's dreams, but we also share each other's memories through dreams. Therefore, I know that you came here to find a tribe of gods."

Lao Xiaokai had said before that there were people from the Ruiling tribe in the Yu tribe, and he was right. Li Chuan thought about it and asked, "It doesn't make sense that the tribesmen just share memories, right?"

"I mean all the members of the Ruiling tribe, both living and dead," said the spiritual master.

"Ah?" Li Chuan was shocked. He became incoherent and said, "Just, just the memories of your ancient times, no no, just the memories of the first half-demon of the Ruiling tribe, can you share them too?"

"It depends on your ability. The stronger your ability, the more you can see. I don't have the ability to see the memories of my ancestors from ancient times, but I have found the memories of an ancestor from 30,000 years ago." The spiritual master replied.

"It's going to be nightfall, right?" Li Chuan thought for a moment and said, "We can exchange."

"Don't you need to discuss this with those two monks?" The spiritual master seemed a little surprised.

"We can discuss it." Li Chuan said.

"Do you have a way to make night fall?" The spiritual master deduced this from Li Chuan's attitude.

"Probably." Li Chuan was somewhat confident.

The night had not yet come, which might be related to those "ghost lights", and the "ghost lights" might come from Sanqing River, that is, Youxi Mountain. That day, he caught a little bit of the ghost light, and the white night seemed to be shaken a little. If he caught more, maybe the night would come.

Then he realized why the spiritual master said that they had the breath of the night, and he asked: "Did you feel the changes of the white night last night?"

"That's right." The spiritualist admitted. She said, "So with the help of my tribesmen, I continued to search deeper into the dream and finally found the memory of that ancestor. The memory I can see is not complete, but it may be the only remaining clue you can find in this world."

"Then, I went to the territory of the Xun clan and asked the clan leader to change the banquet venue to Songdu. Here, my ability to enter dreams will be greatly improved, and it will be possible for me to enter the dreams of cultivators, but I still failed. Fortunately, you are here." said the spiritual master.

This is what I said...

Li Chuan felt his body warm up. He changed to a more comfortable sitting position and said, "You might as well tell us directly that we need to talk in secret. The monks have many ways to do this."

"Before talking to you, I didn't dare to completely trust you," the spiritual master praised Li Chuan a little and said, "Who can guarantee that you are really here to find the gods, and not using this as a pretext to take something away from the Cangwu Wilderness?"

"You mean the secret realm?" Li Chuan asked. When the head of the Yu tribe went to various Xuanmen for help, he had mentioned this in a vague way, that the secret realm that was about to be born could be handed over to the Xuanmen.

"Yes," the spiritualist said with some apology in her tone, "Patriarch Xun may have misunderstood something, which is why he said those words."

"What did he misunderstand?" Li Chuan asked.

"He may think that I want to give the secret realm to Xuanmen." said the spiritual master.

"So he threatened us that the crack would eat people?" Li Chuan suddenly realized, and then he asked: "Then what he said about his childhood, is it true?"

"Yes," said the spiritualist.

"Then... when do we start?" Li Chuan asked. "What?" The spiritual master couldn't keep up with Li Chuan's pace for a while.

Li Chuan said: "It's about the night falling. I may need to take a short break, and then we will find a suitable place and give it a try. I will know if I can make the night fall after trying two or three times."

He already had a plan in mind. He said, "After night falls, the shadows will dissipate, and our actions will be easier. So you can choose a time."

"Are you planning to let the night fall first, and then ask me about the gods?" asked the spiritual master.

"Then, how about reducing it by half?" Li Chuan asked.

"Half?" asked the spiritual master.

"Maybe it's okay?" Li Chuan was not sure.

"You decide." The spiritual master didn't want to ask any more questions, and then she said: "Regarding the matter of the God Clan, I will now share the memories of my ancestors with you. Close your eyes and don't resist."

"What if I fail?" Li Chuan asked.

The spiritual master smiled and said, "Just do your best." Then she looked into the distance, where the rain was still falling. She said, "Those two monks are very powerful. I can't see through you, but you can be more powerful than them. If you want to break the contract or do something to the half-demon, no one here can stop you."

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She said: "The disaster is approaching. As a spiritual master of this generation, all I can do is to do my best and then leave everything to this land."

"I'll try my best." said Li Chuan.

"Close your eyes," said the spiritualist.

Li Chuan closed his eyes, but he could still feel the light coming in, the bright light of the night, the sparkling raindrops, and the fire in front of him.

He tried hard to empty his mind.

dong dong dong.

The sound of "dong dong" came from the noisy rain, slowly approaching, getting closer and closer. Li Chuan resisted opening his eyes. The ground was shaking with the rhythm of the "dong dong", and he felt that the fire was shaking as well. He also heard another sound, a subtle and crisp collision sound, which should be coming from the white bone decorations on the spiritual master's body.

He began to feel dizzy.

White nights, fires, and swaying bone ornaments that sway and twirl in the shining rain.

His whole body began to sway until he sank into the whirlpool. Then, he saw a snowy white wilderness. Not only did he see it, he also felt the sharp wind and heard many sounds coming from the wind.

It turned out that what the spiritual master said was true. There were really many sounds in the wind. He felt a strange rhythm coming from underground, and his body was swaying gently with this rhythm. He realized that everything he felt at this moment was the memory of an ancestor of the Ruiling tribe.

So... this is the Cangwu Wilderness 30,000 years ago?

Li Chuan looked at the world covered with ice and snow. It was very bright. Was it daytime or night? It was daytime. Li Chuan made a quick judgment. The light of night was very uniform. Although the light at this time was bright, it was agile.

Then he felt that he was running, running fast and lightly, following the rhythm of the earth. When he stopped again, he saw the snow pile not far away move, and the snow fell down, and a person climbed out from it.

Li Chuan recognized the face—the high priest of the gods, Chi Lin.

(End of this chapter)