The stolen magic is a bit magical

The underground bridge area shares a social and cultural heritage with the ancient culture of the Xia Dynasty.

The Holy Maiden of a Thousand Spirits also said that the culture of the ancient era in which she lived was almost exactly the same as that of the ancient Great Xia Dynasty.

The fragments of memory that Feng Ji evoked clearly pointed in one direction: the ancient world, which was similar to the ancient culture of the Great Xia Dynasty.

Of the two hundred countries in the world, only Bactria has preserved such a cultural heritage.

The Great Xia is somewhat similar to their ancestral home.

Throughout history, regardless of cultural school, the desire to possess one's ancestral home has been stronger than anything else!
Therefore, Daxia would be the place these people most want to occupy.

No matter where these people emerge from in the world, they will ultimately aim their swords at Great Xia.

Bloodstain followed his gaze: "Are you still feeling somewhat powerless?"

Lin Xiaosu looked away and looked at him.

Bloodstain said, “I know this shouldn’t apply to you and me. You are the commander-in-chief of the Tashan defense line, and I am the commander-in-chief of the South China Sea defense line. If we can’t see hope, how can we expect others to see hope? So, this is just a private conversation between us.”

“It’s actually quite normal not to see hope!” Lin Xiaosu said. “Back then, when we fought against the Japanese invasion and aided the Jin Dynasty, those soldiers who fought on the darkest eve of the Great Xia Dynasty and died just before dawn were mostly children who hadn’t received much education. They couldn’t think that far ahead, they couldn’t see that far. In their eyes, there were only military orders, and in their ears, there were only bugle calls! But that didn’t stop them from fighting to the death, nor did it stop those who came after them from eventually seeing hope!”

Bloodstained hand gently descended and grasped Lin Xiaosu's hand: "Well said, brother! We can forget about all that. Our generation has lived without regrets and will die without remorse, that's enough! From now on, you'll be in Tashan, and I'll be in the South China Sea. If you die, I'll scatter your ashes in the South China Sea. If I die, you'll bring my ashes to Tashan. That way, we'll be brothers walking side by side to the end. How about it?"

Lin Xiaosu gently flipped her hand over and pressed it onto his hand: "Brother, I'm sorry, but we probably can't keep our promise because I'm going to resign from my position as the commander-in-chief of the Tashan defense line."

"Where...where are you going? Back behind enemy lines?"

If not the frontline commander, from Xuehen's perspective, the only thing Lin Xiaosu could think of was behind enemy lines.

Just like that day when he went deep into Roba State, he took a swift and decisive action, sweeping away the powerful enemy outside the country's borders!

That's his forte.

That's his legend!
"No! I want to ascend to the Third Heaven!"

"The Three Heavens?"

Lin Xiaosu said, "Rumor has it that civilizations are on the verge of collapse, and the Three Heavens should appear. I want to ask them, are we at the crossroads of civilizational collapse now?"

Bloodstain let out a long sigh: "Alright, we're brothers, let's divide the work like this. I'll take care of the real defense, and you'll take care of tracing the legend!"

On this day, Lin Xiaosu was resting on the warship.

He worked non-stop last night.

After the defense line at Tashan was blocked, he rushed to the South China Sea without stopping to complete the incredible battle to subdue the Mad Blade Sect. Only now could he finally breathe a sigh of relief.

The warship swayed gently on the waves.

Lin Xiaosu was sleeping soundly.

I slept straight from noon until sunset.

He enjoyed the peace and quiet.

Because he knew that he would be on the move again.

No one bothered him, except for one very special person.

Ding Ruoshui.

Dinner was brought to his bedside by Ding Ruoshui.

After finishing their meal and clearing away the dishes, Ding Ruoshui handed him a cup of tea, then snuggled into his arms and hugged his neck: "We once made a promise that after the third day of the third lunar month, we would spend three days and three nights, not counting the trouble, to bring out our son for my mother to hold and play with. Now it seems like that's a luxury. I think we might not have the environment to roam around for three days and three nights."

Lin Xiaosu nodded: "Yes, I'm afraid we really don't have time for three days and three nights. How about we make do with one night?"

"Well, the time is manageable, but the process can't be compromised. Let's try every trick in the book..."

So they made do for one night.

Although the three-day, three-night program was condensed into one night, the time was indeed a bit rushed.

But we must admit: the best things come in small packages...

The next day, while Ding Ruoshui was still sound asleep, she received a farewell kiss from Lin Xiaosu.

Then, he went out of the room.

Wingblade, who had been leaning against the cabin all night, opened its eyes and jumped off the bow with a whoosh.

Lin Xiaosu moved her feet and soared into the air, landing on the back of the wing blade with a sonic boom that pierced the sky.

This journey took me to the Great Northwest!
In the Northwest, flowers bloom for thousands of miles.

The beautiful grasslands have ushered in their most beautiful season.

Lin Xiaosu's wing blade swept past, heading straight for a location that had already been locked onto.

Passing through southern Tibet and going up the Tadao River, a high mountain rises abruptly from the ground; this is the Duanliang Snow Mountain south of Kunlun.

Duanliang Snow Mountain lives up to its name, with its towering peaks resembling broken walls, and its summit appearing as if it had been sliced ​​off by a knife, giving it the appearance of a broken mountain.

The wing blades reached all the way to the mountainside.

This place appears to be empty, yet on the thirty-three towers left by Daoist Lu Yun, a Daoist temple was once formed using an array, with three characters on it: Triple Heaven.

The surrounding geographical location is perfectly matched.

Including the grasslands below the mountain, the river at your feet, and the shape of the mountain itself, except for one thing... there is no Taoist temple visible to the naked eye.

Lin Xiaosu dismounted from the back of the winged blade and walked forward step by step, facing the rising sun.

Suddenly, he saw the array patterns.

He gently raised his hand and touched it, and the array patterns suddenly came to life.

A distant, snow-capped mountain seemed to echo with a thunderous roar.

Lin Xiaosu was slightly startled. He had clearly seen the entire formation; it was extremely advanced, extremely profound, and extremely ancient...

found it!
This is the Triple Heaven!

Only a formation of this caliber is worthy of the formidable reputation of the Three Heavens.

With a thought, his wing blades pierced the sky!

This flight through the air led directly back.

Having entered the Third Heaven, with an unknown path ahead, Wing Blade no longer needs to wait outside. The world has already undergone a great change. Wing Blade is the only trump card he left for his parents. If they encounter a crisis, Wing Blade can take the initiative to attack and can even switch to its third form on its own to fight a powerful enemy to the death.

With a flick of his finger, Lin Xiaosu unleashed his winged blades, tearing through what seemed like a barrier. He finally saw the ancient Taoist temple on the distant horizon. As he walked forward, the real world behind him seemed to recede into the distance.

The Taoist temple in front of him was also out of reach.

This is still the mystery of formations.

Lin Xiaosu made her second move, using the third move of the Qiankun Breaking Formation Hand, a combination of feints and real attacks.

By combining the real and the illusory, dispelling falsehoods, the Taoist temple appeared before him.

However, a fierce wind blew, and even though the gate of the Taoist temple was only a step away, it still felt like an insurmountable chasm.

Lin Xiaosu made her third move, the seventh form of the Qiankun Breaking Formation Hand, a move that was both dynamic and static.

The surrounding gale suddenly stopped, and a yellow leaf drifted down.

Lin Xiaosu gently stretched out her hand, and the ancient Taoist temple door creaked open.

Before him appeared a long bluestone path.

The bluestone road has eighty-one steps.

Ahead was a high bluestone threshold.

Lin Xiaosu lifted her foot and stepped over the threshold.

As he took that step, his eyes widened in disbelief...

Before me lay a wondrous scene that only AI could have depicted.

There are tens of millions of pavilions and towers, all crafted from jade, extremely exquisite and extravagant.

It's not just like a fairyland, it is an absolute fairyland.

However, alongside the extreme magnificence was extreme decay!

The jade stones are yellowed and covered with fallen leaves. The pavilions and towers look magnificent, but weeds grow rampant in the gaps.

Every building, every single room, is like this.

Lin Xiaosu walked on the path strewn with fallen leaves, her feet clearly feeling the withered mud beneath her feet.

The entire Three Heavens were like this.

Everywhere you look, there is splendor; everywhere you look, there is decay.

This decay was not caused by war or human intervention, but by natural decay.

He walked into a magnificent complex of buildings that he would never have seen in the world, but what he felt was a deathly stillness like that of a graveyard.

It is even more desolate than any cemetery in the secular world, because there are not even insects or butterflies here.

There wasn't even a breeze.

Step by step, level by level, the splendor never ends.

The desolation and ruin are endless.

Ahead was a towering peak, and on its summit stood a dozen or so green stone tablets, reaching into the clouds.

Lin Xiaosu climbed the steps, moving forward step by step.

Suddenly, a small Taoist temple appeared by the roadside ahead, its door ajar.

Lin Xiaosu gently pushed open the door, and his eyes lit up...

Inside, there was a green lamp, its light flickering.

There was a person under the lamp, who was extremely short, only a little over a meter tall.

The man slowly raised his gaze, and in the dim light, his face gradually came into view.

Lin Xiaosu's heart skipped a beat: "Master Lu!"

The person under the lamp was one meter tall, much shorter than Lu Yun in the past, but his face was unmistakably Lu Yun's.

He perfectly matched what Gu Jian You Chen had said that day: "In the Three Heavens, there is a blind man who is three feet and three inches tall."

The blind man he was talking about looked exactly like Lu Yun.

A smile slowly spread across Lu Yun's face: "You've come!"

"Does the Taoist priest still remember me?" Lin Xiaosu asked.

“I’ve seen you at Liulin Temple before! I could tell you were no ordinary person,” Lu Yun said. “But I never imagined you would be the one to open this door.”

“Master Lu, I originally did not intend to push open this door, but the circumstances forced me to do so.”

This is the truth.

The Three Heavens are said to be the saviors that appear only when civilizations are disrupted.

The Three Heavens have never been invited.

They will naturally reappear when civilizations reach a point of discontinuity.

If the time is not right, you cannot invite them even if you do.

Therefore, when the Dragon Head and Lin Xiaosu discussed the Three Heavens that day, they initially had a plan, but later abandoned the plan to find the Three Heavens.

Master Lu Yun said, "You believed a prophecy passed down from the elders, didn't you?"

"Yes!" Lin Xiaosu said, "According to the old sayings, the Three Heavens can resolve the calamity of civilization's interruption."

"The Third Heaven is the guardian of humanity's legacy, but it faces the threat of civilization's extinction. It's customary for the Third Heaven to intervene and suppress it," Lu Yun said. "Alas, you're too late!"

"Too late?" Lin Xiaosu felt a sudden chill in her heart.

"Yes, a million years too late!"

"Why? Why is this happening?"

Lu Yun slowly stood up, the dim lamp behind him highlighting the desolation of the small room.

He slowly raised his gaze, looking at the sliver of sky beyond the temple: "People say that the Three Heavens can save the world, but do you know how the Three Heavens actually save the world?"

"Please enlighten me, Daoist Master!" Lin Xiaosu bowed deeply.

At this moment, Lu Yun was standing, and the height only reached his waist; only by bowing could he be level with her. (End of Chapter)