A life of clearness

Chapter 135 Tenth Level
Fenghuang pursed her lips when she heard that.

"Could it be that Fellow Daoist Yu still wants to go to the Dream Ruins again to explore?" She persuaded, "The eleventh level and the deeper levels are too dangerous. It's not just because of the human illusion. In the deeper levels, the human illusion can no longer exist. It's a hopeless situation!"

This is in stark contrast to the twelfth level, which has abundant resources and numerous ferocious beasts.

"I've made up my mind."

Looking at Rong Qing's determined eyes, Fenghuang'er sighed softly, took out a blank jade slip and pressed it on her forehead, then recorded what she knew into it.

"This is all the information I know about the Ruinmeng Ruins." Fenghuang'er advised again, "After Daoyou becomes a spirit, you will have a better chance of success."

Rong Qing took the jade slip and said, "I understand. What do you want?"

"External things are of no use to me." Fenghuang shook her head.

She has already reached the peak of half-step to godhood. Her physical strength and spiritual awareness have been tempered to an excellent level. She just needs to cross the big threshold of comprehending the Tao.

"Just think of it as you owe me a favor, remember it for now." Fenghuanger said with a smile.

Rong Qing nodded, "Okay."

"Farewell, I wish you a worry-free future."

Fenghuanger looked at Rongqing.

The two smiled at each other and bowed to each other.

Then, Fenghuanger stopped lingering and left the cave, playing the enlarged jade flute, and disappeared on the vast sea waves.

Rong Qing withdrew her gaze.

"A bright future ahead... I hope so."

The dense golden lines on the nine giant insects in the cave quickly faded away.

Rong Qing has her own slavery restrictions to control them, and the restrictions on the surface are just a trick for Fenghuang'er to see.

She patted the Queen's head.

The queen's mouth opened like a petal, and a stinging tongue extended from it. Dozens of storage bags were stuck on it.

There were a few storage bags that were empty, but most of the storage bags were filled with spirit stones.

This is an extremely astonishing wealth.

If nothing unexpected happens, Rong Qing is one of the best in this world in terms of personal wealth.

"It's just a pity..." Rong Qing checked the storage bags one by one, "This is the first time I'm so rich. After the thunder tribulation, there will be nothing left. Tsk."

Even if these spirit stones will be used up completely in the future, Rong Qing is at least very satisfied now.

I have almost passed the stage of obtaining resources for the divine thunder tribulation.

The second level is the one that tests the cultivator's comprehension the most - Dao Yun.

After entering the Dream Ruins, Rong Qing clearly felt that his mastery of Dao Yun had made great progress.

More harmonious and more satisfying.

However, Rong Qing was not clear about how much progress he had made and what the end point of Dao Yun would be.

"We should go back to Jianzong and ask Chongyu first."

Even on the ninth floor of the Sword Sect's library, she did not find many descriptions of Dao Yun.

Rong Qing believed that Dao Yun involved the unknowable realm of the Divine Transformation and even above. Such secrets might only be passed down orally between teachers and students, and not in the jade slips. "And the second path is more cost-effective for me. If I can get Chongyu's help, I don't have to directly transform into a Divine Transformation without sufficient comprehension."

She had ambitions and didn't want to be an ordinary god. She wanted to at least become a first-level god. This was Rong Qing's goal.

Because everything that had happened since she started practicing again had turned into one realization: she had to try her best to become stronger, so that she would have the strength to fight when she wanted to.

Although Rong Qing now intends to rely on Zhongyu's strength, she knows very well that "no one can be relied on. Only I can be responsible for myself."

Rong Qing looked at the jade slip in her hand, and her spiritual consciousness quickly rushed into it. The information inside the jade slip turned into a scroll, and emerged one by one in Rong Qing's sea of ​​consciousness.

There are endless resources in the twelfth level of Dream Ruins, but if you fly deeper, the spiritual veins will gradually dry up.

This means that the spiritual energy changes from abundant to scarce.

The vitality decreased, and the number of fierce beasts decreased greatly. On the contrary, the number of human-shaped illusions increased significantly.

This is the eleventh level of Dream Ruins.

According to the records, most of the monks who died in the Dream Ruins died in the eleventh level. After death, perhaps under the influence of the Dream Ruins, the number of human-shaped illusions increased again.

Even if one manages to break through the eleventh level by chance, going deeper into the depths will only bring one to a desolate scene of barren, desolate and broken land that will make one feel cold at the sight of it.

The picture appeared extremely clearly in Rong Qing's sea of ​​consciousness.

The sky was dim, day and night were indistinguishable, and the barren land stretched to the end of the sky, to a place beyond the reach of the naked eye. The land was cracking and shattering, slowly moving, forming an abyss with no end. And on the sky, it seemed that tiny fragments were falling, revealing an uncertain black color.

Rong Qing finally understood why Feng Huang said that no one could fully explore the Dream Ruins, and yet also said that the Dream Ruins had twelve levels.

Because in the picture, a stone tablet stood at Rong Qing's feet, "Entering Dream Ruins, the tenth level."

Two lines of words. The characters used were familiar to Rong Qing, and they were the same as the characters used on the stone tablet on the sky curtain of Cangliuzhou. They were included in the three thousand characters that Rong Qing knew.

“Perhaps… there are only ten levels in the Ruins of Dreams.” Rong Qing thought to herself, “It seems that there are no stone tablets in the eleventh and twelfth levels. Does this mean that the eleventh and twelfth levels are just the periphery of the Ruins of Dreams, and are not considered to be the real entry into the Ruins of Dreams. Those spirit veins and human-shaped illusions were all created under the influence of the Ruins of Dreams.”

Rong Qing felt that Ruming the Dream Ruins was very mysterious. What was more important was that the news about the deeper parts of Ruming the Dream Ruins stopped at this scene. It seemed that... Rong Qing owed someone a favor, but didn't even get the information inside Ruming the Dream Ruins.

"Forget it." Rong Qing smiled and shook her head, "You cheat me and I cheat you."

Rong Qing obtained spiritual veins of all sizes, equivalent to forty high-grade spiritual veins, plus the soul-eating giant insect clan, plus the materials of fierce beasts and golden exotic fruits. This trip was really fruitful.

Even if the information obtained from Fenghuang'er in the end was not as valuable as Rong Qing thought, it was not completely useless.

Rong Qing put the soul-eating giant insect back into the soul-beast bag, then left the cave and flew towards the Sword Sect. This journey was extremely long, equivalent to flying directly from the south of the boundary to the North Pole, but with Rong Qing's speed that was almost comparable to that of a true god, it only took less than a day. Besides, when arriving in the north, there were many teleportation arrays that could be used, so there was no need to fly all the time.

……

When Rong Qing returned to the Arctic snow-capped mountains, night had already fallen.

The cold wind blew up her sleeves and robes. Snow flakes fell on her hair and shoulders.

After thinking for a while, Rong Qing did not go back to her yard to rest, but went directly to Chongyu's residence.

The main peak is cold and lonely.

Sword masters don't need disciples to serve them, so Rong Qing had no problems along the way.

Chongyu's residence was similar to Rongqing's, just a simple courtyard, but the furnishings and decorations inside the house were all exquisite and expensive.

She walked into the quiet room with ease, opened the restriction and stepped in, covered in snow and wind.

(End of this chapter)