Am I the only one who didn't ascend?

Is Wang Luo destined to be with the Yi family?

This question is obvious. How could someone who could be left the Moonlight Tablet by the Saint herself not be destined to be with her family?

That night, Wang Luo, led by Yi Ming himself, came to a lakeside village.

The village has been abandoned for many years. Vines grow on the low buildings, and some have simply collapsed into ruins due to years of disrepair. Judging from the remaining traces, this place was once prosperous, which is somewhat inconsistent with the remote location of Prison Moon Lake.

"I said before that the group of little guys who like to make Taixu Mirage used to live here."

Soon, Yi Ming gave the answer.

Walking on the main road in the middle of the village, her voice was full of emotion.

"They came here by chance. A group of young guys found Prison Moon Lake by chance when they were out shooting. In fact, there is nothing special about the scenery here, but they just thought it was unique and pulled the entire crew here. Then they camped right in front of my house."

Wang Luo couldn't help but be curious: "In front of my house? So coincidental? That's fate."

"There are coincidences, but fate is not much." Yi Ming shook his head, as if regretful and sentimental, "The coincidence is that those little guys, although they didn't find the geographical advantages of this place different, they fell in love with the scenery here, which is not unusual. And they chose the heroic epic of the Battle of Dinghuang as the theme, and then in the production process, they naturally found the same magic special effects, and used them near Prison Moon Lake. The effect is better. The actors who play the role of the ancient monks are more realistic than others... So they soon moved the workshop headquarters here, and as they became popular, the scale of the workshop continued to expand, and finally formed a large village in front of my house. "

After a pause, Yi Ming said: "In its heyday, there were hundreds of people in the entire Mirage Workshop, and there were thousands of outsourcing teams who often came to cooperate with the filming and production. Counting the occasional extras and helpers, over the past few decades, tens of thousands of people have come and gone here, but no one has discovered my home... This is the lack of fate. "

Halfway through the story, Wang Luo suddenly stopped and pointed to one side, where there were several dormitory-like small buildings leaning against a cliff. Wang Luo pointed to a piece of empty space between the small buildings.

On the surface, it was just an ordinary rock wall with some graffiti for artists to express themselves. But in Wang Luo's eyes, the rock wall and the graffiti were just a translucent illusion. Behind the illusion was a deep cave, which was filled with a familiar and even friendly atmosphere, as if the word fate was nakedly placed in front of him.

"Madam, the home you mentioned, is it the cave?"

Yi Ming nodded when he heard it, "Master Wang is indeed very lucky. In the past nearly a hundred years, there must have been hundreds of thousands of people passing by here, but no one saw the cave there."

Wang Luo asked curiously: "If someone finds out, will you kill them?"

Yi Ming shook his head quickly: "How is it possible? Just simply let the other party forget about it. The ancestors have passed down a magic method to deal with such situations. It has not been used many times in the past thousand years, but every time it works well."

Wang Luo added: "Until Li Xiong?"

"...Yes, until I met him."

While talking, the two had already arrived in front of the cave. Yi Ming raised his hand and removed the illusion covering the cave entrance, as if welcoming a guest. Without the cover of the illusion, the spiritual energy flowing out of the cave became more and more vivid.

Instantly, the bloody golden elixir in Wang Luo's body jumped suddenly, like a hound that smelled meat.

It was not wild and poisonous, nor was it particularly strong, but it contained a hint of taste that made Wang Luo "drool".

Wang Luo was shocked, but he saw Yi Ming beside him with a calm face, and smiled lightly: "Master Wang, it is also a wise move to stop here."

"What kind of inch-stopping immortal can stop here? Madam, there is no need for this provocation." Wang Luo sighed and took the lead to step into the cave.

The moment he stepped in, he felt that the world was overturned, as if he had been teleported to a completely unfamiliar place.

In front of him was a winding cave tunnel, but it was obviously well-decorated by humans. The stone slabs under his feet were flat and clean, and candles were lit neatly on both sides of the rock wall. Although the lights were swaying and dim, they showed the toughness that could last for thousands of years without extinguishing.

More importantly, the spiritual wind coming towards him was like a fierce tonic, which instantly affected the inner palace golden elixir. As the red elixir rotated, the true essence in his body also seemed to flow at a high speed like boiling.

It was not a wild poison, but it was worse than a wild poison.

Wang Luo stopped for a moment and suddenly realized that this was the smell of home.

And where is his home?

Just thinking about it, Yi Ming's indifferent voice came from behind.

"Master Wang, do you feel a familiar smell? That's right, from here on, the air we breathe is the air of the old immortal calendar era that flows from before the heavenly tribulation."

Wang Luo nodded slowly, but still couldn't hide his shock.

The air of the old immortal calendar era! ?

How could there still be air from the old immortal calendar era in this world? After the Heavenly Dao became a wasteland, the environment of the left and right sides of the sky was very different from the past. Those pure relics of the old era that had never been polluted were basically put in museums for display! Not to mention "living things" like air!

"The mystery inside this, please let the mountain master witness it with your own eyes..."

However, before Yi Ming finished speaking, the candle lights on both sides of the tunnel suddenly flickered, as if they were startled little animals. From the front of the tunnel, several surprised voices came.

"Hey, someone broke into the house?!"

"It's true, isn't it true that the ancestral illusion formation in front of the gate can stop a million troops? We are not surrounded by a million troops, are we?"

"Then what should we do? An army of tens of millions will certainly not be able to defeat us. Should we activate the ancestral self-destruct device and perish with them?"

"Our family still has an ancestral self-destruct device? How come I never knew about it?"

"No? I thought my ancestors had passed down everything!"

These voices are lively, out-of-the-box, full of youthfulness, and they all sound very similar to Yi Ming! At first glance, I thought it was Yi Ming performing a one-person, multi-character drama!

When he turned around, he happened to see Yi Ming's wry smile.

"...The child is naughty and makes Master Wang laugh."

"so……"

Before Wang Luo could finish what he said, there were already three curious figures in the tunnel, running over impatiently.

As expected, they were all young sisters who looked similar to Yi Ming. Even their clothes were similar. When they saw Wang Luo and Yi Ming, the three girls blinked and started yelling.

"Mother (grandma) is back!"

"And I brought a man with me!"

"Everyone, come and see the man!"