The Eternal Calamity of the Heaven-shading

Chapter 205 Wuliang is not here, I am in charge
Wow…

The wind blew, and the immortal laurel tree trembled slightly, and the silver leaves turned into tiny waves.

"Could it be that this moon is the one being exposed to the sun?"

Lingbao looked up and saw the cool moonlight filtering through the branches. The broken light wandered along the veins of the leaves, as if the stars had fallen into a magic mirror, creating a pool of cold whispers.

Such a unique longevity vitality is definitely the elixir of immortality.

[Good fellow, who on earth is this person? ]

Lingbao was shocked and turned to look at the white turtle. At this moment, it was leaning on the bluestone, holding the stone slab in one paw, staring at the white turtle with its big eyes.

It looked like she was waiting for him to answer the question.

"Oh, sorry, senior, my name is Lingbao, and this token brought me here."

Lingbao woke up as if from a dream, and hurriedly took out the Tianzun token and signaled to Baigui.

The moment he saw the token, a clear light flashed in Baigui's eyes, and then he started writing and drawing on the stone slab.

shhhhhh...

The stone slab rubbed against the bone pen, making a rustling sound.

At this point, Lingbao finally came to his senses and began to carefully observe the white turtle in front of him.

Whether from its expression or actions, it was obvious that the other party was extremely spiritual, no less than humans. But the strange thing was that it seemed unable to speak, nor could it communicate through telepathy.

What's even more strange is that Lingbao always feels that this white turtle is very similar to the immortal laurel tree behind it, as if they are of the same kind.

An unbelievable thought suddenly popped up in my mind: [Could it be that it is also an immortality drug? ]

Suddenly, Lingbao was shocked by his own thought.

Such a weird elixir of immortality, let alone seeing it, I have never even heard of it before. It is like a ghost.

As he was thinking, he saw the white turtle raise the stone slab again.

It reads: "Since you have the token, I will not pursue your fault. According to the rules, those who carry the token can get a fortune on the Burial Heaven Island. Tell me, what do you want? Ancient scriptures? Immortal materials? Divine arts? I will satisfy all your requests."

In an instant, Lingbao stared at the three words "Heaven Burial Island". Although he was mentally prepared, he couldn't help but feel excited and ecstatic at this moment.

It is indeed the Burial Island!

I really came to this most famous fairyland in the nine heavens and ten earths.

As the dojo of Yongjie Tianzun and Wuliang Tianzun, only a handful of people have entered here in the past 400,000 years. Countless powerful people dream of being able to peek into the supreme fortune inside.

Unexpectedly, he now has this treatment for no apparent reason, just because of a token.

"I encountered an attack by the zombies of Mars, but unexpectedly came to the Island of Burial Heaven. Every sip and every bite, is it predestined?" Lingbao sighed secretly.

On the other side, seeing that he hadn't responded for a long time, the white turtle tilted its head, simply crossed its legs, and slowly waited - God knows how it could perform such a difficult movement.

Ling Bao asked tentatively, "Senior, may I go to see Wuliang Tianzun? In the past tens of thousands of years, the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths have undergone great changes. Those corpse cultivators are ready to make a move and try to subvert the reincarnation cycle. We need Tianzun to take action to eliminate them."

He did not rush to ask for his fortune, but asked about the whereabouts of Wuliang Tianzun. At present, the strange existence of Yinghuo has turned against the human trial road, and the war is likely to burn and expand, and many people will die.

Reincarnation, ancient corpses rise up, darkness covers the sky, and the road is overturned.

Lingbao was worried about the safety of Zhao Xingyi and several other guides, and was even more worried about the future of the entire cultivation world.

However, deep in his heart he always firmly believed: as long as Wuliang Tianzun was still there, even if just a trace of his breath was leaked, neither Mars nor the corpse disaster would cause any trouble.

But the result disappointed Lingbao. The white tortoise was stunned for a moment, then shook his head and started writing on the slate again.

"With Wuliang Tianzun gone, I am the boss now."

Upon seeing this, Lingbao immediately asked: "Then may I ask, where has Tianzun gone?" "Don't worry about it. Anyway, he won't appear again for a long time in the future." This was the answer given by Baigui.

"Will it never appear again?"

Seeing this, Lingbao murmured to himself, feeling uncontrollably lost.

The white tortoise glared at him, holding the bone pen tightly in its claws, and wrote on the slate again: "Boy, what do you mean? Do you think I don't have anything good in my hands?"

Perhaps feeling looked down upon, the white turtle turned over and sat up. Suddenly, something appeared in his palm, sparkling with light and with a refreshing fragrance.

Lingbao looked closely and found that it was an elixir, crystal clear, round and flawless, with a dreamy glow all over.

"The legendary elixir?" Lingbao had a look of suspicion on his face.

The white turtle was very dissatisfied with his reaction and immediately wrote: "What is that look in your eyes? You don't even recognize the elixir. Take this pill and it will immediately eliminate all the injuries on your body, restore you to your full victorious state, and extend your life by thousands of years."

"It can only heal wounds and prolong life, but not bring the dead back to life?" Lingbao asked subconsciously.

He had read in ancient books that it was rumored that countless years ago, there was a kind of Nine-Turn Immortal Pill, which was refined with elixirs of immortality as the main ingredient. It had unparalleled medicinal power and could transform a person, build the foundation for immortality, and even resurrect the dead.

Hearing this, Bai Gui glanced at him with disgust and a bit of contempt.

"To revive the dead, the elixir from before the chaos of ancient times might still be possible. What are you fantasizing about?"

Seeing the words on the stone slab, Ling Bao prayed again with hope on his face: "I want to revive someone. Senior, do you have a resurrection artifact? I am willing to give away everything I have in exchange."

This time, Baigui simply rolled his eyes and didn't bother to pay attention to him.

The answer is self-evident.

"Sorry, I was too greedy."

Seeing this, Lingbao's eyes turned, as if he had experienced countless vicissitudes of life.

Even though I know it is impossible to reverse life and death, I still can't help but have the fantasy.

At this moment, the fantasy was finally shattered, and his expression suddenly dimmed and there was a sense of sadness.

Having practiced Taoism for more than 300 years, he has studied too many ancient corpses. That method may seem like an alternative way of resurrecting someone, but in fact, the soul has already been replaced by another person and has nothing to do with the past.

"It turns out that there really is no magic medicine that can bring people back to life!"

Lingbao stood there for a long time, something like tears flickering in his eyes, with bitterness and loss.

In front of it, the white turtle crossed his arms, watching silently, as if thinking about something.

After hesitating for a moment, it wrote on the stone tablet: "Heaven Burial Island can only allow you to stay for three days at most. You still have time to think about it slowly."

"No, I would like to ask my senior if there is anything that can help me grow quickly. There are many challenges waiting for me outside." Lingbao asked.

The obsession that had always been in my heart was eliminated, and what followed was a serious sense of crisis.

At the beginning, the ancestor Guiyuan was not wrong. The ancient star of Mars contained a great chaos, and there were a large number of corpse cultivators. But now, he had just become a quasi-celestial master and was noticed. The days ahead were destined to be full of twists and turns, and it would be difficult for him to grow smoothly.

Therefore, Ling Bao is eager to become stronger, and the Burial Island is his only chance now.

"Please help me, senior!"

Hearing this, Bai Gui was a little surprised and looked at it carefully.

At the same time, the token of Wuliang Tianzun flew out from Lingbao's forehead, glowing slightly. Also appeared were a few scrolls of notes that looked ordinary, but they were things left behind by Yongjie Tianzun.

The white turtle's eyes narrowed, as if it remembered something. After a moment, it nodded slightly.

(End of this chapter)