Changsheng: My realm is more than perfect

Chapter 138 Chuiyuan Baoshu Lianxin Lake

A feeling of being bound appeared in my mind, and it lasted for a moment and then disappeared without a trace.

Wu Meng's eyes immediately turned to the other two objects.

A piece of residual pottery, a bottle of treasure.

The broken pottery is shabby and ancient, giving it a sense of mystery when viewed up close.

It was covered with mud and densely cracked, and among the spiderweb-like cracks, a broken human face could be vaguely seen, glaring angrily, with thunder and lightning in its pupils.

This seems to be a fragment of a pottery figurine?

As for the treasure pill, it looks much simpler, a white jade porcelain bottle, smooth and wordless, leaving it open to speculation.

What kind of elixir is it, and what is its magical effect?

Looking at the two objects, Wu Meng's mind couldn't help but be hot and active.

I didn't realize it before, but now that I have seen the exquisiteness of the "Nine Apertures Spiritual Bamboo Base", I look at them again, and the more I look at them, the more I feel a desire to possess them.

However, this thought was suppressed by reason in an instant.

He remembered Zhou Yunuo's previous reminder.

Take only what is most needed.

He originally planned to see the effect, but when he thought of this, he gave up the idea.

There seems to be light and shadow changing in the spiritual view.

Wu Meng no longer hesitated, turned around, and like Zhou Yunuo, stepped into the misty atmosphere outside the audience.

As soon as he walked away, Zhao Xueying's figure appeared in the spiritual view. She turned around and looked around, finally focusing on the case.

After a few breaths, several more people came in.

There was only a piece of residual pottery left on the table, and immediately, strong spiritual energy fluctuations arose in the audience.

The whereabouts of the remaining pottery remains unknown.

However, this has nothing to do with Wu Meng.

As soon as he stepped out of the spiritual temple, a 'way home' from this divine palace appeared in front of him.

It was only one step away from him.

However, perhaps because of the 'former''s demonstration, he turned his head and looked back as the light and shadow of his spiritual consciousness changed.

I saw that somewhere behind the spiritual view, there is a divine treasure, floating alone in the sea of ​​consciousness.

Its surroundings are empty and dim, with only a thin line of connection with the spiritual view.

Is that the ‘Treasure Pavilion’?

Wu Meng only took one look and was sure.

No wonder Zhou Yunuo wanted to come to Lingguan, because Lingguan was the front station, and only by walking here could one locate the 'Treasure Pavilion'.

Do you want to take a look?

There may be a practice method that truly suits you.

He tried to walk in the direction of 'Bao Pavilion'.

Unexpectedly, the Shen Zang here seems to be moving away at the same speed.

He backed up, and Jinzo moved forward.

The two maintain a constant distance that is insurmountable.

Wu Meng stopped, as if he needed a certain 'key' to set foot here...

He tried his best, but nothing worked.

He immediately searched for memories along the way and reviewed what Zhou Yunuo said and did, but he couldn't find any clues for a while.

Just when he was hesitating, a wonderful technique of "repeatedly achieving extraordinary feats" suddenly appeared in his mind.

Holy bridge!

Wu Meng's eyes lit up.

This place is located in the sea of ​​consciousness, and it is a veritable "special show" of Shenqiao.

Now that it is possible to locate the divine treasure here, but lacks a way to connect it, wouldn't the Divine Bridge be the best way to try it?

Do whatever comes to your mind. He held his breath and concentrated.

The next moment, a sacred bridge like a rainbow or clouds emerged from the center of his eyebrows, instantly spanning an infinite distance and landing on the 'Treasure Pavilion'.

Compared with the previous times of use, the divine bridge at this moment is unprecedentedly clear, majestic and light, colorful and unified. Its rays of light illuminate the entire sea of ​​​​consciousness, and its arch touches the endless sky.

boom!

A lot of information poured into Wu Meng's mind, which seemed to be overwhelming.

Just when he was about to cut off the divine bridge, the numerous information gathered into a lake, embedded in his mind, and reflected in the lake of his heart.

Wu Meng instinctively looked towards the lake, and saw a cheerful face reflected in it, with slightly white temples and piercing eyes. One part of it was vicissitudes of life, four parts were smiling, and the remaining part was mundane.

"My dear friend, when you come to my humble home, you will be greeted from afar."

The light and shadow in the lake opened.

His smile rippled with the water, which also meant that Wu Mengxin Lake was rippled.

"There is no need to be repulsive. What you are transforming into right now is just a residual memory that I left here. There is no need to worry about getting married. You can break through the divine restrictions with your ability. You can choose the beauty of it."

Wu Meng seemed to be talking to himself in front of his heart.

After hearing this, the waves in his heart became more and more obvious, and he thought of the foundation-building method he wanted.

I saw the light and shadow intertwined on the lake, tilting slightly, there was a strange-shaped broken piece floating from the water.

One end of it is intertwined, as if roots are spreading, wrapping and sealing the jade slip. The other end is green and pale, with a simple shape, like a thick piece of green wood.

This fragment of a slip is not a real thing, but a shadow projected on the lake in my heart.

With awareness, the roots on the broken slips began to shrink and slowly unfolded. The writing was blurry and only a palm-sized piece could barely be read clearly.

"Cuiyuan Baoshu Ji".

The foundation is like a precious tree, with infinite content... The god rises from the top of the crown, and the star shines to hide away... The soul resides... The heart hangs green leaves, and the momentum becomes a state... The roots are deeply planted... The spiritual veins are connected...

An extremely broken piece of text that is confusing to read.

But this is what the mind thinks and gets from it.

In other words, this fragment is the one in the entire divine treasure that best suits his thoughts.

He read it again, and his mind fell on the first sentence at the beginning, 'The foundation is like a precious tree, and it contains infinite content'.

Infinite content, can it be interpreted as Baoshuji’s infinite tolerance?

The more Wu Meng tasted it, the more he felt that what he thought was good.

"Cuiyuan Baoshu Ji", this technique is probably the method of harmony he is looking for.

He carefully observed the fragments again, but unfortunately the rest of the writing was either broken or blurred, and no more information could be obtained.

It's just a broken slip, which means that this technique has never been recorded in the divine treasure.

"..."

The waves in the inner lake are turbulent, and among the circles of ripples, the reflection becomes increasingly blurry.

As if aware of what he was thinking, the reflection smiled and said: "The base of the Chuiyuan Treasure Tree evolved from ancient methods. It is extremely difficult to cultivate it..."

The sound was intermittent with the water waves.

"...If you want to explore, the land of Tianzhu Sect's scriptures may be a good choice...but...I'm afraid he has already wielded his sword...I think I am also among the sinners..."

When I finally said these words, my heart was filled with waves.

boom!

There seemed to be water splashing all over the sky, and like thunder crashing down, Wu Meng was completely driven away from the sacred place.

He seemed to have fallen to the ground, his brain was buzzing, his consciousness was numb and dull, his whole body was hazy, and his eyes were distracted.

I don't know how long it took, but a gust of breeze blew past his face, and a bit of coldness fell on his face. He finally managed to gather some concentration.

When I regained my consciousness, I felt a tearing sensation between my eyebrows, as if I was being cut in half.

His spiritual consciousness, which was invincible among Qi-training monks, seemed to have been severely damaged at this time. He could only barely condense it, and it was difficult to even leave the body.

Rushing to connect with Shen Zang is indeed extremely dangerous.

This is still in the divine palace of Qianyuan Umbrella monk, under his protection...

Of course, the rewards are also huge.

(End of this chapter)