Jibei Bingyuan, the northernmost tip of Tianqian Continent, except for the occasional fourth-level monks and above, and demon cultivators come to visit, looking for ruins buried under the thick ice, or searching for ice-cold spirits growing in the black ice caves. Plants, no human life as far as the eye can see.
The ice and snow exude a light blue color, and the cold wind is sharper than a knife, blowing non-stop.
Lihuo Jing knew the time well and hid in the Lihuo Bead to practice. It was too cold outside, so it was boring to play. It also had to consume firepower from time to time, which was not cost-effective.
"This is it. The Blue Eyes Glacier Lake is still there, with glacial caves and an unfrozen lake."
You Mengchang stopped at the mouth of the rolling glacier valley two miles away by the small lake, and said with a smile: "This is a place where winds and energy are stored. I will go to the ice cave on the left to retreat. You can go to the right and choose one as an ice cave. We will not interfere with each other. .”
He couldn't wait to float into the chosen natural cave. Soon, mist poured out and the entrance of the cave disappeared.
The mist also disappeared with the wind, and Old Man You used a clever formation to hide the retreat.
He has a fourth-level ghost cultivator that can control him, so he doesn't have to worry about being disturbed by outsiders.
Yun Qiuhe discussed with the temple owner for a while and chose an ice cave as the cave. She was busy arranging array equipment, placing jade tea tables, stools and other items, and also decorated their bedroom, using beads and stones as decorations. Besides, she used to be careless and careless, but now she pays attention to perfection.
With Yun Qiuhe helping to gather the ice-cold spiritual energy, Zhang Guanzhu could easily replenish the energy of the Ice Soul Pearl.
Every day I have extra time to play with my wife in the ice and snow, picking novel ice-cold spiritual flowers and looking for ice crystals and cold stones. The ice source with a radius of nearly a thousand miles leaves a happy mark of the two of them walking through it.
Three years passed in the blink of an eye, Zhang Guanzhu replenished the energy of the Ice Soul Pearl by 50% as he wished, and there was no sign of the cave where You Lao had retreated. Most of the monks knew the famous Wenfeng Zhenjun, and they bowed to avoid disturbing him rashly.
"Husband, look, what are those people doing?"
Standing high on the glacier, Yun Qiuhe was wearing a light blue dress with snow-white fur around her collar. She pointed at a dozen odd-looking figures wrapped in white robes in the distance. They were rarely seen on the ice source. So many monks.
Those people walked for a while, then knelt down and bowed to the ground, forming a long line and repeating the cycle, which looked very weird.
"Most of them have low cultivation levels. The leader is at the fifth level, followed by five at the fourth level, and the remaining ten are all at the third level. They seem to be performing some kind of worship, and their Qi machines are connected into a whole. Otherwise, it would be impossible for a third-level monk to go deep into the depths of the ice source."
Zhang Wenfeng said that he didn't know where those people came from.
More than twenty miles apart, the cold fog filled the air. After the leading fifth-level monk stood up, he made a chest caressing salute towards the two of them, with the little finger and ring finger of his right hand slightly raised.
Zhang and Yun returned the gift with their hands in hand.
"It's a witch cultivator, probably from a witch tribe in Tiangan Continent."
Yun Qiuhe recognized the heels of those people by the way they saluted. In addition to the main tribes of white, red, black and blood, the witch clan also had many mysterious inheritances. Even the white witches were divided into different sects.
The two of them did not bother the team of witch cultivators. The leading fifth-level witch cultivator obviously did not recognize them.
The team of shaman cultivators knelt and worshiped all the way past the Blue Eyes Ice Lake, worshiped around the lake, dropped a few offerings into the unfrozen lake, and continued northward, disappearing into the confusion of wind and snow.
Five more years later, You Mengchang finally broke out of seclusion. He successfully restored his sixth-level cultivation with a fragment of his Origin Luck Bead.
He broke through a crucial pass without encountering any trouble from heaven. Several methods prepared by You Meng Zhang were not used, and he smiled from ear to ear.
That time he assisted the temple master to save the souls of tens of thousands of mortals in the Yanyuan Secret Realm. He earned a lot of merit and was not harmed by heaven. He was finally confident that he could ascend to the upper world. It was not easy.
"Congratulations, congratulations, Youlao looks younger and younger."
"Congratulations to Mr. You for coming out of seclusion. From now on, your journey to immortality will be smooth and smooth."
The two of them said different happy and auspicious words.
You Mengchang laughed and returned the greeting, chatting a few words.
Said: "After several years of delay, let's set off immediately to the Baimang wilderness to see how the popular energy is there?"
The three of them flew to the southwest. More than a hundred miles later, they encountered the strange group of worshiping witch cultivators, again sixteen people in number.
You Mengchang stepped aside, and after those people stood up, he took the initiative to bow and caress his chest.
Zhang and Yun also saluted.
They knew that You Laoping's eyes were always high, he took the initiative to salute people, and even used the etiquette of bowing. Only when they met Mo Ye did they guess that these witch cultivators had extraordinary origins.
More than a dozen shamans and cultivators returned the gift together, singing a strange melody in their mouths. Listening to the desolation and sadness, it seemed to be telling an ancient story. The group of people jumped forward with uniform exaggerated dance steps. After thirty steps, they knelt down and worshiped, just like this. Singing, dancing and worshiping, they went north.
You Mengchang watched those people disappear, then turned around and continued on his way.
"About ten thousand years ago, there was a bloody and brutal demon-slaying war here. The masters of witchcraft and cultivators came forward one after another and suffered countless casualties. They surrounded and killed the evil eighth-level wild ice beast here. After the eighth-level ice beast fell, it was all over the sky. The source of ground ice and cold was restricted for thousands of miles, forming the current source of ice in Jibei.
These shaman cultivators are a branch of the tomb guardians. They have guarded this place for generations. Every five years, they go to the northernmost Binglinkou to pay homage to their ancestors who died in the war. I thought they had lost their inheritance, but I didn’t expect that after so many years, Five thousand years later, we can still see them. "
You Mengchang explained.
This was the first time Zhang and Yun heard about it. There was no record of this in the Taoist classics they read.
There was a hint of a smile on the corner of You Mengchang's mouth, and he said: "Back then, the witch cultivator was very powerful, occupying four of the eight continents, and sharing the world equally with the powerful monster clan. It was not like it is now, with Confucianism, Taoism, Buddhism, Truth, etc. The forces relied on the Witch Clan to compete with the Monster Clan. Later, the various tribes of the Witch Clan fought among themselves, giving other families an opportunity to take advantage. The Witch Clan and the Monster Clan gradually declined, and humans formed a situation where several families stand side by side."
A few words revealed the magnificent scene of that year.
"Forget it, some old Huang Li who has nothing to chew on, it's useless to say more. The decline of the Wu clan is their own fault, no one can blame them."
You Mengzhang spoke for half a sentence, then changed the topic and stopped mentioning it. The three of them spent two hours flying down to the white wilderness at the westernmost tip of Tiangan Continent.
It's winter now, the season when northwest winds are strong. The further you go, the more powerful you can feel the strong wind. There are thin light blue lines in the sky that are invisible to the naked eye and are swaying with the wind.
Years of blowing winds have made the rocks on the low hills extremely smooth and hard, forming windy valley mouths with unique characteristics.
The strong wind blows, and a low-pitched wind whistle resonates within two to three hundred miles.
I wonder what legends there are about this place?
In addition to practicing, broadening one's knowledge is also one of the necessary subjects for monks. After choosing two caves that were left by monks not far apart, and staying there, You Mengchang would use his hand to pull the Wind Spirit Silk and assist the viewer in replenishing the energy of the Wind Watching Bead for at least four hours every day.
They have to compete for time. There are only two windy seasons here in autumn and winter.
When the wind breaks in spring and autumn, the three of them are divided into two groups to visit nearby human territories or practice martial arts in caves.
It took almost ten years, off and on, to finally replenish 50% of the energy of the wind bead.
Eight of the nine beads of the Nine Stars Flowing Beads have regained their luster, and now there is only one dark bead left that is still in a state of weakness, and it is also the most special one.
