My practice narration is weird.

The ferry floats in the water.

The gray-robed swordsman took a calm step at this moment, walked down from the boat and stepped onto the ground.

While the others were still circling the mountains, he had already stepped onto the ocean-like lake and reached the other side.

His eyes fell on the front, and he was slightly surprised.

A vague voice containing multiple sounds was heard.

"What's so surprising?"

The gray-robed swordsman stared at the shadow in front of him, then smiled calmly.

"I have set foot in so many blessed places, and I have also seen many spirits in them. Among them, there is Kunpeng in the North Sea, there is a tree in Fusang, and there is a Jade Girl in Yaochi..."

"So, I have always been very curious about what Luohe, a blessed land that has been untouched for tens of thousands of years, looks like. Now that I see it, it is really different from other blessed lands."

There are phantom images in front of me, sometimes like people, sometimes like objects, and sometimes like ferocious monsters...

The shapes are ever-changing, but like a cluster of mist, it has no fixed image.

But it is because of this existence that countless ancient practitioners want to step into the Luo River and pursue the spirit of the Luo River.

A distant and vicissitudes of life voice came.

"you are wrong."

"I was wrong?"

“No matter which blessed cave it is, the innate spirits inside are all like me. However, the blessed cave has an owner, and it moves according to the thoughts of the person, turning the virtual into the real, and only then will there be the scene of Kunpeng and the image of Jianmu…”

“Because it is defined, it has an image.”

"The Luo River does not belong to anyone, is not defined by anyone, and is naturally invisible and formless..."

The gray-robed swordsman was slightly stunned. Although he had experienced countless centuries, this was the first time he knew of such a thing.

but……

The gray-robed swordsman looked like an ordinary middle-aged man, but the somewhat old look in his eyes was now directed towards the invisible and formless spirit of the Luo River in front of him.

"Can I define you?" he asked seriously.

The illusory spirit of Luo River is silent at this moment.

What does silence mean?

"Why?" The gray-robed swordsman did not give up and asked again.

After a while, the distant and desolate voice came again.

"Because you're dying."

"But I have gone through everything in this Luo River, and have experienced all the tests that exist in this place. When others are still wandering in circles in the mountains, not even knowing the danger, I have already stepped in front of you and found you."

"Because you're dying."

It was still the same repetitive words.

The gray-robed swordsman's calm and simple face seemed to show a hint of excitement at this moment, and his voice suddenly became louder.

"If not, why would I come to this blessed land and set foot on the Luo River? Isn't it just to seek a chance for survival?"

No one wants to die.

He is also included.

From ancient times to the present, haven't we been silent, closed ourselves off, and survived in the world for the long years just to see the light of day one day and come back to life again?
The voice of the spirit of Luo River remained calm, as if without any emotion at all.

"You have lived for too long. People have their limits. Your death is near. It has nothing to do with others, but with your own life span."

"In the past, the spiritual charm of this blessed land might have allowed you to reach a higher realm and thus prolong your life. But now, as you can see, Luo River is just a blessed land that has regained its vitality. Even if all the spiritual charm of this blessed land is integrated into your body, it will not allow you to improve your cultivation by even a little bit, and you can't even restore your previous realm."

"Your life span is less than 20 years. As the spirit of Luo River, I cannot be bound to you. Even if I force you to be the master of the blessed land, it will be useless. It will only drag you and me down. By then, you will die of old age, and I will be affected by you, which will affect the foundation of the blessed land. The land you and I are standing on will be depleted of all vitality, the water source will become polluted, the earth will crack, and the fertile soil will turn into yellow sand."

"As the spirit of a blessed land, my will since the moment I was born has been to fill the soil beneath my feet with vitality, regulate all resources, breed life, and radiate spirituality... Every blessed land is richer than other lands, which is why living in a blessed land is admired and sought after by you."

The gray-robed swordsman listened silently with a numb expression, and in the end, he could only reveal a meaningless smile.

"You are just a spiritual creature born in a blessed land. Do you have such a will?"

"Why not?"

"Why is there?"

The gray-robed swordsman had sharp eyes, staring straight ahead.

He had never owned any blessed land before, nor had he ever come into contact with these spiritual objects.

How could a mere earth spirit say such righteous words? Even have such thoughts? And have they been like this since birth?

What a joke!
Could it be that every spirit in the blessed land is the reincarnation of a saint? Can they distinguish good from evil since birth? And thus are they dedicated to doing good and helping the world?

In the past, he might not have denied it like this, and might even have thought that this should be a good thing no matter how he listened to it.

But now, the gray-robed swordsman was unwilling to believe it.

He would rather believe that everything the spirit creature said was a lie. In fact, he could probably survive by relying on the spiritual charm of this blessed land...

"I don't believe it. Although what you said seems to be your duty, it is actually just God's will..."

But the illusory spirit interrupted his words.

There was a hint of question in the voice.

"Heaven's will is the will of heaven, but since you believe in the will of heaven, why don't you believe that the earth also has spirituality?"

"How could I possibly believe in God's will!" the gray-robed swordsman quickly denied.

He just spoke too fast and didn't mean this.

But the questioning voice came again.

"If there is no providence, why did that disaster happen in the past?"

The gray-robed swordsman froze in place for a moment.

He was stunned for a while, but couldn't say a word.

The eyes of the gray-robed swordsman gradually dimmed, becoming gray and without any luster.

He did not have as long a lifespan as Pulao, who was a demon and a dragon's son.

He did not have all kinds of strange methods to save life and prolong life like the owner of Tianji Tower.

He could only do what most of the other surviving ancient practitioners did, forcibly sealing himself off and waiting for the day when spiritual energy would revive and he would then be able to recover as before and seek a glimmer of hope for survival.

But no one had ever thought that so much time would pass, so long that even the years became blurred and no one could tell the exact time.

Even if he had not isolated himself and lived a normal life, if there had been no breakthrough in his realm, he would have turned into a handful of earth by now.

It can be said that the moment he revived, his life span that had been forcibly sealed began to flow away again.

If the spiritual energy of heaven and earth is abundant, he can't go any further, but at least he can recover to his original state and then take the trouble to find a way to prolong his life.

But now the Luo River has just revived. This poor spiritual energy is a good medicine for the practitioners in this world, but to him, it is like chicken ribs.

The gray-robed swordsman stood there without saying a word, seemingly thinking about something.

But the spirit of Luo River asked.

"Since you have sealed yourself off and fallen into silence, why did you wake up at this very moment? If you had been a hundred years later, the world would be very different."

Yes.

Why did he wake up at this time?

"Because Luohe has revived..."

"The revival of the Keluo River is a very obscure thing. It will take a long time for people to really feel the changes."

Is it……

There was a hint of self-centered sarcasm in the gray-robed swordsman's eyes.

Being calculated.

Someone publicized all this, amplified this trace of spiritual energy, and awakened him.

How could he not understand at this point?

This group of ancient practitioners awakened from their slumber one after another, just to seek the spiritual energy of heaven and earth.

It's like a person who has been hungry for countless years, waking up at this moment and wanting to have a full meal.

Luo River is that meal.

There are still seats available at this table, but there are only a few seats left.

So all the hungry people fought for this spot.

But it was not until they sat down at the dinner table that they realized that the rice had just been washed and the rice was not yet cooked, and there was not enough for them to share.

If you don't eat, you will starve to death.

But if he had not woken up before, he could at least resist this "hunger" while sleeping and not die.

He thought again of the jade pendant that Wuxing had taken out and shown to him.

"The fourth of the Big Dipper, Xuanming Wenqu Star Lord..."

The other party is alive and has never appeared.

I guess I had expected all this.

The other party either broke through to a higher level, or gave up his previous cultivation and chose to integrate into the world.

If they were to integrate into the secular world, there would be no obstacles or concerns about the dissipation of spiritual energy. For old guys like them, perhaps they would have the opportunity to find various ways to prolong their lives in the secular world.

But now, his life span is less than twenty years.

He ran out of time.

They were the only group of ancient practitioners who had survived and preserved their cultivation by using their own magical powers. Now, they have become a joke...

This guy has tricked us all.

The gray-robed swordsman didn't know what the other party was doing, but he was powerless to do anything.

"Do I really have no chance?" There was still some reluctance in the gray-robed swordsman's voice.

The spirit of Luo River condensed into a human form and shook its head slowly.

The gray-robed swordsman turned around silently, but after taking a few steps, he seemed to remember something and turned around to ask in confusion.

"Why has no one ever occupied this blessed land of Luo River after so many years?"

Each blessed place has its own owner.

But the strange thing is that in Luo River, from ancient times to the present, no gray-robed swordsman has ever been heard of to have entered its territory.

Although Luo River is just a "blessed land", it may not be a big deal in the past, and many extremely powerful forces looked down on Luo River.

But after all, a blessed land is not a cheap cabbage. Although Luohe River is not as good as Penglai or the North Sea, even for the top practitioners, the help a piece of blessed land brings to their practice is extremely important.

He didn't believe that no one would have no ideas about this blessed land.

The spirit of the Keluo River was silent for a while at this moment.

The long, vast and time-filled voice came.

"In the past, Luo River... had no owner?"

"you ask me?"

The gray-robed swordsman had a very strange look on his face.

No, you are the spiritual being of this land, which is equivalent to the housekeeper of Luohe’s mansion. You ask me whether this house has an owner?
"I do not remember."

"How could I not remember this?" "I can't remember clearly...it seems like I have it, but it also seems like I haven't."

"What kind of answer is that? How can you be uncertain about the past that you personally experienced?" The gray-robed swordsman found it unbelievable at this moment.

But the other party did not answer him.

The spirit of Luo River, which had transformed into a human form, lowered his body, held his head with his hands, and fell into deep thought.

"I...seem to have forgotten a lot of things. I can't remember them."

Cangmang's voice sounded somewhat painful at this moment.

Looking at the appearance of this spiritual creature, the gray-robed swordsman had an inexplicable guess in his mind.

Could it be that the Luo River has been ownerless in the past because the spirit of the Luo River has some problem with its brain?

Speaking of which, all the paradises for those with normal brains are gone.

Only Luo He is still there... I don’t know whether this is good or bad, and what it represents.

The gray-robed swordsman withdrew his gaze at this moment, took a step forward, and then spoke lightly.

"I will try again. I hope you won't stop me then, because among all the people who have come here, no one knows this blessed land better than I do."

The spirit of Luo River neither agreed nor refused, but just asked.

"try what?"

"Li Dai Tao Jiang."

"...Even if I take over your body, your life span is cut short, not your injuries that cannot be cured. It is useless."

"It won't be a problem if it continues for several years."

"It's useless to continue for several years. I am the spirit of Luo River. I naturally know the situation here. Without a hundred years, it is impossible to breed abundant spiritual energy. But you can't live for a hundred years..."

The gray-robed swordsman nodded.

Of course he knew this problem.

But he was not counting on Luo He.

"A few years, enough time, I will find the place."

Luo He's power rose from the ground, and was slightly stunned. The humanoid body that had just condensed dissipated again and turned into an uncertain shadow.

"You mean Penglai?"

The gray-robed swordsman did not respond, but just looked into the distance along the lake.

"Someone's on board."

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Ye Wuyou stepped into the sky and flew straight up.

The speed of the Six Realms Heavenly Power is extremely fast. Without the fog, no matter how big the lake is, its edge can be seen in the sky.

But no matter how Ye Wuyou flew, he couldn't reach the other side.

“You can see the edge, but you can’t reach it.”

There seems to be an infinite distance between the two.

After several attempts, Ye Wuyou returned to the shore.

There was nothing special on the shore, except for a small black-sailed boat floating quietly on the water, which looked a little out of place.

Bai Lu was waiting on the side. When she saw Ye Wuyou coming back, she hurriedly asked about the situation.

"It seems that we have to board the ship." Ye Wuyou shook his head and said with a smile.

Bai Lu didn't feel very surprised by this. Instead, she put her hands on her hips and spoke to Ye Wuyou in a connoisseur-like manner.

"I told you so. If there's a boat on the shore, I'll definitely let you get on board."

"I don't want to fly directly over..."

"It's written in the storybook. A place like this must have its own rules."

"This isn't a storybook. Besides, what storybook can be so outrageous? Five altars cost four rules to stage a sex change drama. Isn't that pure and crazy?"

Bai Lu thought about it and felt that it made sense, but when she saw Ye Wuyou staring at the lake in a daze, the little fox became confused again.

"what happened?"

"Since I can't fly over, I want to see if I can swim over."

“But there is obviously a boat here.”

"Too."

A woman's inquiring voice came from the distant hillside behind me.

"Aren't you going to look for... Caiwei?"

Ye Wuyou did not look back at Luo Qinghan, but just glanced at the endless mountains and dense forests.

At least if you look at the lake with the naked eye, it seems to have a boundary.

Then this mountain range, even if you step into the sky and look far up, there is no end in sight.

Ye Wuyou even doubted whether there was a boundary here.

He shook his head.

"not going."

"Ye Wuyou, you..."

"She's fine."

"How do you know? We can't get in touch here..."

Of course Ye Wuyou knew.

After practicing dual cultivation in the strange domain, his connection with Lu Caiwei inadvertently deepened.

That unique soul that belongs to him is imprinted on the other person. Although it clearly no longer belongs to him, he can still vaguely sense the other person's existence.

If I have to say, it is somewhat similar to the connection between him and Bai Lu, but it is not the so-called master-servant contract.

The other party is very far away.

But nothing was unusual at this moment.

Luo Qinghan was stunned and bit her teeth lightly, but she said nothing more. She walked straight down the hillside and was the first to board the boat.

Ye Wuyou didn't care, he just took Bai Lu's hand and said something.

"Follow me."

The next moment, the two boarded the ship one after another.

"You go sit in the cabin first, I'll go to the bow to see..."

Ye Wuyou's voice suddenly stopped.

The boat was empty, with no one else on board except him.

not good.

Ye Wuyou didn't hesitate, he turned around and was about to get off the boat, but then his eyes fixed.

The water around was rippling slightly, and ripples were appearing in the air, just like a silver green screen that had just been unfolded, and the waves were flickering at this moment.

The ripples echoed, and the air was like a mirror, with the scenery overlapping.

Exactly the same scenery.

But at this moment it was divided into three rays of light and shadow.

Three identical mirrors.

On Ye Wuyou's left, Luo Qinghan was standing alone at the bow, gazing at the strange lake with a thoughtful look on his face.

On the right side, Bai Lu was standing alone at the stern, looking helpless.

Three boats, three people.

But they are not together.

It’s like not being in a lake anymore.

Ye Wuyou looked at Bai Lu at this moment, and Bai Lu also looked at Ye Wuyou.

The panic in the little fox's eyes seemed to be released, and he waved his hands quickly, first saying something, and then pointing to the shore behind him.

Ye Wuyou's eyes paused slightly, then he suddenly shouted.

“Don’t go down!”

But the sound could not be transmitted, Bai Lu had already run off the boat.

Ye Wuyou's eyes flashed slightly, and he was about to get off the boat.

There was a sound coming from the bow of the ship behind me.

"It's a good thing she went down..."

Ok?
Ye Wuyou looked back suddenly, and there was no one at the bow of the ship where the sound was made.

But he saw a dark and extremely thin figure sitting in the cabin.

But that haggard face is somewhat similar to mine.

That familiar tone came again.

"careful……"

The words stopped abruptly.

Ye Wuyou didn't blink, he even put all his mind into the cabin.

But the figure had disappeared.

The cabin was empty, there was nothing inside, not even a single person.

Everything that happened just now seemed like an illusion.

But Ye Wuyou knew what the man was going to say after just hearing two words.

"Will Bailu kiss you?"

But the voice came again.

"Getting off the boat is equivalent to giving up. It might be a good thing for her to get off. Now she has left Luohe and returned to the outside world."

On the bow, there was an illusory figure, barely a human figure, who was now gently picking up the oar.

Ye Wuyou looked at the other person.

This is the person who spoke first.

Or rather, it's not a human.

Because the other party's words were very strange.

But Ye Wuyou could understand.

""

Ye Wuyou was silent for a moment.

"speak English."

"Hmm? Don't you understand? I am the spirit of the blessed land you are looking for." (End of this chapter)