"Zhaoqing once had a crush on a man named Feng Zhi. Twenty-five years ago, he went into an illusion and never came back..."
"The water in the illusion is very deep. The entrance is a mirage. The palaces, buildings, mountains and forests inside are like a fairyland. There are countless spiritual materials and elixirs. However, it is too dangerous. In the past two hundred years of exploration, the members of the alliance have lost three to five people each time, and outsiders have perished. Two to three people." Li Zhaoqing wiped his tears and said.
"Then why did Feng Zhi take the risk? Innate warriors are already scarce. We have to deal with it every thirty years, but Gan Tai is still doing well."
"Feng Zhi was eager to seek spiritual things, and he felt that his strength was comparable to that of the later period. He was originally a cautious person, but in the end he failed to withstand the big temptation."
"Why does the guild want outsiders to enter the fantasy world? It's not enough if they are all members of the guild," Xue Tong asked.
"One is that there are fewer and fewer people willing to leave. One or two hundred years of cultivation is so hard. No matter how good the spiritual things are, it is not worth taking the big risk. The other is that the martial arts cultivators in Gantai are scattered and there is no hope of joining the association. There must be a way out. The third is It can collect millions of spiritual stones."
"How long does the illusion last, and what is the level of the collected spiritual objects?" Xue Tong asked again.
"It is said that there are also top-quality magic weapon materials, magic weapon-level materials, sixth-grade elixirs, and innate monsters. As for the duration of the illusion, it is difficult to say clearly. Most of the time it takes one month, and occasionally two months."
"When did the mirage of Miantu Island begin?"
"More than 20,000 years ago"
"Only the innate can advance"
"The warriors and masters of the day after tomorrow can do it, but the master died nine hundred years ago, and the companions said that the monsters have become stronger, and there will no longer be such a strong person who is willing to take risks."
"How many masters are there in Wanyu?" Xue Tongshun asked.
"I don't know, maybe three or four people."
"What is the secret of the illusion? Is it just a simple repetition?"
"How could Zhaoqing know that there are rumors that every time the illusion appears, once the highest-level treasure is taken, the people inside will be thrown to the entrance, ending the exploration."
"And the ultimate secret, I don't know how long it will take."
Xue Tong thought of the black areas running from north to south on the map.
"What happened to the black area in the eastern part of the map? What does Gan Tai have to say?" Xue Tong asked inconveniently and was too ignorant.
"That sea area is dark, stormy, and full of turbulence. It gets darker as you go east. No one has been able to see its full picture for tens of thousands of years. Both Gantai and Zhiyue have listed it as a restricted area. Only the Alliance can organize expeditions. It feels more like a fantasyland. It's even more dangerous." Li Zhaoqing said.
"I think the black area may be connected to another space," Xue Tong pretended.
"Well, there is such a theory, but it is all intuition and conjecture."
Li Zhaoqing became sad and sad, "Zhaoqing has something to ask the Taoist priest."
"Just say it!"
"If the Taoist Master sees Feng Zhi's bones or tokens in the illusion, don't forget to bring them back. Feng Zhi's top-quality sword is engraved with the character Qing, and a jade pendant is engraved with the character Zhao."
"Yes, Zhaoqing Sword, Zhaoqing Pei." Xue Tong nodded.
Li Zhaoqing's face covered with tears was covered with a layer of red clouds.
…
Xue Tong successively refined three sets of top-grade materials into instruments and entrusted Li Zhaoqing to sell them. A large number of his high-grade magical instruments were also sold out.
The manager of the Chang Mansion was reluctant to sell the Wu Jun Dao.
Gongsun Kui's complete set of magic weapon refining materials cannot be tested yet. The materials for the set of attack weapons are not heavy enough, so Xue Tong still needs to use the best Qingming iron sword.
"It's a pity that Yu'er is not here, otherwise my dragon skin silk shirt would be ready."
Xue Tong didn't know nearly twenty kinds of spiritual objects left behind by the two giants of the Xuangu Divine Cult. He guessed that there should be several unmatched top-quality or even magic weapons for making materials.
"Three thousand weapon refining manuals are far from enough. Thirty thousand is about the same." Xue Tong sighed, retreated to the next best thing, and called Li Zhaoqing.
"Zhaoqing, try to help me get a top-quality protective shirt. Regardless of the materials or finished products, it won't work for a while, but top-grade light scale armor will also work." Xue Tong handed Li Zhaoqing a large bag of spiritual stones.
"Okay, Zhaoqing tried his best. Guanglingzhai's reputation is getting bigger and bigger, and there are more and more clients. Most of it is due to the Taoist priest."
"I have benefited a lot, how dare I take credit for it?"
"I went to the fantasy world to collect spiritual objects, but my knowledge of the objects is limited. Guanglingzhai is engaged in auction business, and I am well-informed. Is there a book like an illustration of spiritual objects for Wei's reference?"
"I spent money to buy it," Xue Tong chuckled.
"Others won't sell it, but Taoist Master Wei should be able to do it."
…
Li Zhaoqing sent the "Spiritual Treasure Guide", and Wei Jinguang and Wei Yue discussed and agreed to sell 300,000 spiritual stones, and Xue Tong had to swear not to spread the word.
There are as many as 58,000 illustrations of spiritual objects in the treasure book, twice as many as Xue Tongxianzhi.
Xue Tong looked at the picture and identified five top-grade refining materials, and two magic weapon refining materials, none of which were complete.
"We'll talk about this later, practicing the exercises is more important."
Xue Tong mainly focuses on refining Qi and refining skills.
He has perfected the Ghost Demon Fist, which relies on mana to increase his attack power, but it is too slow, so he urgently needs to practice new high-level boxing techniques.
"Tianbei Fist"
There are thirteen levels of boxing, one of the seven skills of the Dark Saint.
The power of Tianbei's fist cannot match that of Ghost's Fist for a while, but given time, after practicing to the fifth level, he can beat the Perfection's Evil Fist.
Xue Tong spent 40% of his time practicing qi, and the rest practiced Xingyunju, Ximengzhao, Jueyingbu, Tianbei Fist, Wind Escape, Divine Soul Taoism, and Nightmare Bone True Demon Technique.
His spiritual pets are no slouch either.
The bone puppet was soaked in poisonous juice, smeared with poisonous powder, and joined forces with the vulture and ape to fight the white tiger fiercely.
Since the tenth level of Xue Tong Bone Art, the spiritual pet's awe of him has greatly increased, as if sensing his beast's physique, and the mark of the old master of White Tiger has been wiped out, and he is very obedient.
Xue Tong took the time to make a black-blue Tongyuan stone array plate and draw hundreds of talismans.
…
Time flies, five years in a flash.
"Taoist Priest, it's almost time. Next month, Wangcheng will confirm the candidates for the fantasy world. It's time to set off." Li Zhaoqing said with a smile.
"Oh, congratulations to you, you reached the summit the day after tomorrow!" Xue Tong raised his hands in congratulations.
"Thanks to the Taoist Master, Zhaoqing made some money and took a lot of elixirs, and finally got what he wanted."
"It's a pity that the top-quality protective shirt was not completed," Li Zhaoqing said regretfully.
"This snake scale armor is made of extremely thin material and is light and unobtrusive. It is a fine product among top-grade magical instruments. It is very good."
Xue Tong shook his green shirt, and it was almost impossible to tell that it was lined with thin scale armor.
…
The journey to the royal city was uneventful.
The headquarters of the Gan-Tai League is located in the south of the royal city. Five majestic yellowstone palaces stand in the 10,000-acre park, echoing the royal palace in the north of the city.
The number of high-level warriors in the royal city has doubled compared with normal times. The armored imperial troops patrolling the streets shuttle back and forth, and from time to time there are innate warriors from the alliance.
But the vast majority of people just happened to be attending a grand event and just came to join in the fun and meet old friends.
After all, the quota is twenty, only for innates.
On the sixth day of June, more than a hundred carriages crowded into the side courtyard of the League.
"Taoist Master, the members of the alliance have all hung up their emblems today. About sixty people are present, and there are about a hundred other warriors."
"Mo Fu and Cheng Bingcheng are here too." Li Zhaoqing said softly.
"Why are they here? Do they want to go?"
"A lot of people will decide at the last minute and they'll change their minds on the fly based on whether someone they're familiar with is going."
Determine the candidates for the alliance first and sign up voluntarily. The deadline is noon. If the number of people exceeds the limit, it will be arranged according to the registration time.
The exception is that you can use spiritual stones to improve your ranking. Two hundred thousand people can be promoted by two people, and four hundred thousand people can be promoted by five people. There is no limit to the number of times.
The rules are fair and simple.
The five people flicked the registration bamboo cards into the crystal bowl very early.
Near the end, thirteen bamboo cards were put into the bowl one after another.
Xue Tong didn't see the names of Mo and Cheng, but he caught a glimpse of Mo Fu without any emotion or anger, and glanced at himself and Li Zhaoqing.
"What the hell is this old guy doing? If I sign up, someone will get rid of me."
Those who were lagging behind began to add spiritual stones to improve their rankings and compete mildly.
"How is the situation compared to last time?" Xue Tong couldn't bear to ask, but he had to ask.
"Absolutely," Li Zhaoqing said quietly.
When the dust settled, Xue Tong glanced at the list. There were two people at the peak of Xiantian, five at Dacheng, six at the late stage, and three at the mid-stage.
This is his biggest concern.
The competition among African Union warriors was much fiercer. After several rounds of bidding, seven people were shortlisted and entered the auction mode.
Xue Tong was determined to win, always keeping the highest bid, and ranked first at the end, spending 1.38 million spirit stones.
The warriors of the African Union are half innate in the middle and late stages.
Xue Tong received a crystal card.
"The background of these people needs to be inquired by Zhaoqing."
"No, it's difficult to check the background and it's easy to get into trouble. There's no need to take risks." Xue Tong waved his hand.
"Okay, you defeated Mo Fu with one move that day. No one can defeat you in the later stage, so don't be afraid."
"Hey, don't talk nonsense, don't say enough." Xue Tong said with a smile.
…
In early August, Xue Tong said goodbye to Wei Jinguang and Li Zhaoqing and went to Miantu Island alone.
Li Zhaoqing's expression was complicated, maybe because he remembered the moment when Feng Zhi said goodbye thirty years ago.
Xue Tong took a flying boat and a silver needle, and the journey of nine thousand miles was about to arrive.
He showed the crystal card and walked into the heavily guarded eastern part of the island.
Thick white fog gathers on the eastern sea surface. In a few days, the outline of a mirage will appear vaguely. On August 15th, the illusion will open.
Twenty tents were set up in the open space. Xue Tong was the first to arrive, sitting quietly and doing the exercises, observing those who would come next.
He noticed Yuan Changyi and Mu Zheng, who were the highest-ranking martial artists; the only woman, a plain-looking middle-aged woman named Luo Yan; Qin Gan, a bald man with a hideous face; Ma Zhen and Zhou Xiurong, who were dressed in the same clothes and looked like brothers; they were nervous , Yan Peiyao looked around with small eyes.
"Maybe someone is targeting me. The warriors from the alliance know each other and usually don't fight each other. It's hard to say with outsiders." Xue Tong silently thought to himself the moment everyone arrived.
On August 15th, the bright moon rises over the sea.
The Qianzhong palace is illuminated, and a light ladder hangs down.
Everyone took turns, Xue Tong ranked seventeenth.
There is a light door at the end of the Baizhang Ladder, which changes color every hour, with a total of twenty colors. This is why there is a limit and why it is released once every hour.
Xue Tong stepped onto the ladder and one foot immediately sank in.
"No way. There were so many names at the beginning. No wonder those people seem to be walking very slowly from a distance."
Xue Tong used the Soaring Cloud technique and tried to lift his legs in the air. Unexpectedly, the soft light of the ladder spread and attracted him tightly like a magnet. He could not pull out one leg.
"Either use your strength to fly into the air, every step is so difficult, or..."
Xue Tong stepped forward and dug in with his second foot.
Then he marched like a muddy pond, without lifting or bending his legs, just squeezing forward.
"Will the faster I go, the more benefits there will be in the secret realm?"
Xue Tong activated the Nightmare Bone True Demon Technique, wading through the mud like a pond, and moved quickly.
However, he still had some reservations and used only 70% of his strength to cross the hundred-foot light ladder above the diagonal finger.
