There are no patterns or inscriptions on this stone door.
There is only the ancient atmosphere, floating on the heavy texture.
It appeared suddenly, but it seemed like it had been there for a long time. Through the long time, there has been silence.
Jiang Wang stretched out his hand and pressed it on the stone door. Apart from the cool touch of the stone, there was no other special feeling. Daoyuan swam on it without any reaction.
The small blessed space he was in at the moment was very similar to the mirror world where his physical body entered the red makeup mirror. All you can see is a small area, and everything outside is vast.
But the fantasy world of Taixu is much safer than the world in the red makeup mirror.
In the world in the red makeup mirror, Jiang Wang did not dare to take a step beyond. The few "adventure" experiences I had were all full of dangers.
But in Taixu Illusion, he has never encountered danger.
The premise of joint supervision by all parties also greatly guarantees the safety of Taixu Illusion.
So Jiang Wang pushed gently, and the stone door opened——
[Moreover, the heaven and earth have not been opened, there is no distinction between pure and turbid, and all things are chaotic. This is... Hongmeng. 】
There was nothing, not even darkness.
Because there was no light, there was no concept of darkness.
Jiang Wang appeared in such an indescribable place.
He cannot perceive everything in the world, nor his own existence.
And in such a hazy state, the first thing that appeared was the sound.
That high-pitched voice——
[The messenger of Taixu and the monk of Taixu Liuhe are Dugu Wudi. You have entered Hongmeng space. 】
The world of sound...
In a state of knowing nothing and gaining nothing, Jiang Wang's first reaction to this voice was not to chew and understand its content, but to subconsciously mobilize the Five Immortals Like Mengling voice, or in other words, the lack of mobilization The sravaka celestial being that explains the existence of the art. To feel, to explore...
Vast! grand!
The voice was clear and high, as if coming from outside the sky.
But listening to this sound with the Five Immortals Like Meng Ling voice part, it's like rashly breaking into a grand world!
So wonderful, so magnificent, it can accommodate a world of endless fantasy.
【Huh? 】
The voice that had always been aloof and indifferent seemed to utter a curious syllable.
This was Jiang Wang's last remaining impression, and he was completely unaware of what happened next.
…
…
Some unknown place.
The mountain peaks hang upside down in the sky, with clouds and mist swirling back and forth.
The escaping light comes and goes, shuttling like lightning.
Occasionally, white cranes would pass by, but they were not frightened by the monks who were hurrying back and forth. They were leisurely and contented, and their chirping was as long as a bell.
Xu Zefu's big sleeves fluttered and he stepped among the clouds.
On those overhanging peaks, eyes like mountains and seas fall down from time to time.
Xu Zefu did not resist and accepted the "supervision" calmly.
These eyes all come from the supervisors of the major top forces.
"Uncle Master is back!"
"Uncle!"
In the lightning-like light, those who occasionally greeted him were all in a hurry, without any serious greetings.
More Dunguang just acted on their own, as if he didn't exist at all. It's not just that he doesn't exist... most of the owners of the Escape are in a hurry and refuse to take a break.
Xu Zefu didn't take it seriously. When someone said hello, he responded with a smile. If no one cares, he just goes his own way.
"Junior brother, come on, come on!" A disheveled female cultivator jumped out, grabbed his hand and flew to the side: "I agreed that you would be mine this month, where did you go? Hurry, hurry!"
Xu Zefu hurriedly explained: "I went there under the orders of my master..."
"Don't care about those crappy things!" The female cultivator interrupted him unceremoniously: "Come and help me keep an eye on it and see how this Taoism evolves?"
In a flash of light, the two of them disappeared.
The clouds are moving downwards.
There are still clouds and winds.
By penetrating all the way down, you can reach the lowest point of this unknown place, a place that other monks cannot approach.
This is a flat land, and beyond it is nothingness.
Everyone who lives here knows that nothingness is the border.
On the flat ground, there are three stone houses.
One in front, two in back.
It's not grand, just an ordinary-looking three-room stone house.
The stone house in front of the temple has the words "ancestral hall" engraved on the hanging plaque. These three words are wonderful, but it’s a pity that not many people can appreciate them.
There was no one in the three stone houses.
The only person on this flat ground was sitting cross-legged on the edge of the flat ground, facing the void.
But the person was not staring into nothingness, but had his eyes closed.
This is a monk whose age cannot be discerned, and whose face cannot even be seen clearly.
It is not known how long he sat, and it is not certain whether he was sitting.
He seems to exist at any time, and he seems to disappear at any time.
"Huh?"
Between reality and fiction, he uttered a questionable syllable.
A very interesting thing just happened.
In that great spiritual wonder, there was a young man who "heard" his voice.
This is not something that would arouse people's curiosity.
The voices that appeared in Taixu's illusion were all replicas of his voice. Almost every monk who enters Taixu Illusion can hear his voice.
But this "listening" is different.
For a strong person like him, his body movements follow his movements.
With every word and action, everything changes. Generally, when you appear in front of others, you will restrain yourself, and when communicating with others, you need to suppress your strength.
Otherwise, unpredictable changes will occur.
Suppressing yourself is to protect this world and protect others. At the same time, it also blocks the possibility of others observing one's own principles.
The Taixu Illusion Realm is such a great spiritual wonder. His original consciousness wanders in it, and it does not hinder other things.
But at that moment, there was a strange "misunderstanding".
Hongmeng Space is not completely open, and is currently evolving into something special.
The normal reproduction of his voice still happened normally. This one won't do anything.
But that young man traced the origin of "sound" in a modern way.
To put it simply... briefly hearing his voice, his real voice.
On a certain level, I "heard" his teachings.
For example, the meaning of the word Tao can be understood as soon as you see it.
His voice can also be regarded as Tao Yin to some extent.
Of course, one of the reasons why Tao characters are hidden is that some Tao characters are too powerful and can easily "kill" those who see them, so that there are many practitioners and even more dead.
Due to the young man's strength, it was impossible for him to hear much - this was what surprised a being like him. Such a weak young man was able to seize this wonderful "misunderstanding" and really take a step closer to the origin of his voice.
Even such an insignificant step is an exploration of one's talents.
This kind of thing is already considered offensive to some beings, and it would not be an exaggeration to wipe it away.
But for him...
It doesn't matter.
He only let out a soft "Huh", but otherwise had no reaction.
Neither helpful nor intrusive.
