"Okay, little friend, go in quickly, take this jade token, and just crush it when you want to come out."
A man gave Lin Yun a jade plaque and said.
"Thank you very much."
Lin Yun walked in with the jade token, and as Lin Yun walked in, the formation behind him slowly closed.
"Do you think he can bear it?"
Someone outside whispered.
"I don't know, but few people who entered came out."
said the person next to him.
"The power of time is so terrifying, it will probably be difficult to get out."
Someone else said.
"You forgot about the last person. He never came out after he went in. Now the grass on the grave is probably three feet high."
said another.
"Let's check again in five days. If you haven't come out after five days, you've basically fallen inside."
said the person next to him.
When Lin Yun just entered, he instantly felt an invisible force rushing over.
"Time Sword Intent?"
Lin Yun said, feeling the power around him.
"Crack!"
As soon as Lin Yun raised his foot, he heard a click.
Lin Yun looked down and found that he had broken a bone.
Next to them, there were more than a dozen white bones. They all fell in front of the formation. Judging from their clothes, they should be people from five families.
"It's amazing. In just a few years, these people's bones have decayed so much. The Sword Intent of Time is really terrifying."
Lin Yun said while looking at the bones all over the ground.
Afterwards, Lin Yun continued to walk forward, but Lin Yun did not notice that his clothes were decaying at a speed visible to the naked eye.
"Boy, pay attention to your clothes."
At this time, Bai Lao reminded him.
"clothing?"
Lin Yun was a little strange. He took a look and suddenly found that his clothes were quickly decaying and turning into powder.
"The erosion of time."
Lin Yun immediately understood what was going on and took a few steps back. His clothes were no longer rotting.
"The sword intent in the time ahead is too strong and cannot pass."
Lin Yun said.
"Let's meditate here first, then slowly move up."
Lin Yun said.
"Strange, why don't you feel the sword's intention?"
Lin Yun said while sitting cross-legged on the ground.
"Chichi."
The next moment, dozens of wounds appeared on Lin Yun's body.
"Here, was this scratched when the clothes were rotting just now?"
Lin Yun said looking at the wounds on his body.
"Of course, this is the horror of the sword of time. You don't know that you have been hit by the sword, and you don't know when the sword will come."
Bai Lao said.
Lin Yun, the formation master, looked at the mountain, closed his eyes silently, and began to comprehend the time sword meaning here. Lin Yun also placed the Enlightenment Tree behind him. Time is not easy to comprehend. Let the Enlightenment Tree allow him to enter the state of enlightenment. .
While Lin Yun was comprehending the sword intention of time, Murong Mingxuan also returned to the imperial capital.
"Mingxuan is back."
In the hall of the Murong family, an old man said.
"Well, I'm back, Grandpa."
Murong Mingxuan said.
"Anything gained?"
the old man asked.
"What can I gain? Just some gambling stones and a friend."
Murong Mingxuan sat down and said.
"Friend, what friend?"
Another middle-aged man said.
"He is a casual cultivator. He is an all-around talent. He is top-notch in stone appraisal, formations, feng shui, and swordsmanship. I also learned the meaning of the Destroying Spear from him, and he also cut out the sky-swallowing lion. ah."
Murong Mingxuan said.
"Oh? Why don't you recruit such a powerful person?"
The middle-aged man said.
"Dad, people have their own ideas. If you don't want to come in, you can't force them to come in."
Murong Mingxuan said.
"Brother, did you give us any gifts?"
asked a little boy of eleven or twelve years old.
"I have yours. I'll cut the gambling stone into pieces for others."
Murong Mingxuan said.
"That person found them all for me. There are definitely good things in them. I'll let Master Pang unlock them tomorrow."
Murong Mingxuan said.
"Come on, Wen Jiang, I'll give you the Panlong Stick. Don't you always use sticks?"
Murong Mingxuan took out the coiling dragon stick and said.
"Thank you, brother."
The little boy said while holding the dragon-coiling stick.
Then, the little boy ran out happily.
"By the way, brother, what's that person's name?"
Murong Zhirou glanced at the little boy and asked on the other side.
"My name is Lin Yun."
Murong Mingxuan said.
"What!!"
Murong Zhirou stood up instantly and said with wide eyes.
This time, everyone was shocked.
"What's wrong? My name is Lin Yun."
Murong Mingxuan was also shocked and said.
"Lin Yun, Lin Yun, is it really him?"
Murong Zhirou said.
"What does he look like?"
Murong Zhirou asked.
"It's just like that, one nose and one mouth."
Murong Mingxuan said.
"By the way, he may know you and asked me to bring you a message."
Murong Mingxuan said.
"What words?"
Murong Zhirou said.
"The Black Cloud Mountains have not been forgotten. Six years of storms have finally arrived. I cannot see you today, but I will visit you in the future."
Murong Mingxuan said.
"The Black Cloud Mountain Range has not been forgotten. Six years of storms have finally come to an end. I can't see you today, but I will visit you in the future. He has not forgotten me yet, and he has not forgotten me."
Murong Zhirou said with a smile.
Then, Murong Zhirou's face turned red, as if she had thought of something.
"Sister, do you know Lin Yun and write this poem to you?"
Murong Mingxuan asked.
"I know you, of course I know you."
Murong Zhirou said with a smile.
"By the way, brother, did he say where he went?"
Murong Zhirou asked.
"I should be going to Bafang City to understand the sword intention of time."
Murong Mingxuan said.
"Grandpa, dad, I'm going back first."
Murong Zhirou said with a smile.
"Oh, my daughter is too old to stay in the family."
The old man above said.
"Dad, what do you mean?"
The middle-aged man immediately thought of something.
"Not bad, our son-in-law is here."
The old man said.
"Son-in-law, grandpa, you mean Lin Yun and my sister."
Murong Mingxuan said with his eyes widened.
"Oh my god, this kid has hidden so much."
Murong Mingxuan said.
On the other side, Lin Yun was still comprehending the sword intention of time.
"Time, time, what is time? You can't grasp it or touch it, but it does exist. Where does time come from and where is it going?"
Lin Yun kept thinking.
"Time is in motion, eternity is constantly in motion, space, time, time."
Slowly, Lin Yun entered a deep level of enlightenment and could no longer feel anything in the outside world.
In this way, Lin Yun sat here for a whole day.
All day long, Lin Yun was thinking about what time was and the attacks he suffered from the sword of time.
