Chapter 227: Ways to Leave

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There is a small dilapidated courtyard in the center of the Shenyi Clan. There is a red mottled pottery basin in the corner of the small courtyard. There is a plant in the pot with several green stems and a white fist-like fruit. The edges of the fruit are slightly wilted and look like they are about to wither.

"Oh, my memory has really deteriorated a lot, and I actually forgot to water it again." An old man sighed softly, walked to the pottery basin, picked up the wooden ladle, and stretched it towards the water tank next to it.

"It seems that the high priest is also a person of Yaxing." A voice sounded from not far away.

In the courtyard, there is a stone table, and on the stone table, there is a pot of tea.

A man in white robes sat in front of the stone table. He did not touch the cup of tea, but kept staring at the old man.

The fragrance of spiritual tea and clear blue water make tea more attractive than an old man in his twilight years.

But the man in the white robe seemed to care more about the old man.

The clear water slowly poured down from the gourd and fell into the mottled pottery basin. The fruit was hit by the water and kept shaking.

The soil becomes moist, and the previously slightly wilted fruits return to their original appearance, plump and green, and a drop of water rolls gently on the water surface like a dewdrop, gradually dripping...

"Elegance... Haha, Master Chu is joking. For us laypeople, what else can we say about elegance?" The high priest put the wooden ladle back into the water tank.

"For me, it's just a kind of reminiscence. There's nothing elegant about it." The high priest smiled calmly and came to sit in front of Chu Cheng.

"What's the name of this fruit?" Chu Cheng looked at the fruit that had returned to its full state, feeling a little surprised.

Just sprinkled with water, it was full in an instant. Although this fruit is ugly, it is very strange. Chu Cheng had never seen it before.

The high priest thought for a while, picked up the teacup and took a sip, shook his head and said, "I don't know what this fruit is. This fruit is a seed that my father picked up outside when I was young, and then planted it."

"From beginning to end, my father never waited for this seed to sprout and bear fruit."

"Why didn't you wait?"

A seed will bear fruit in all seasons. A spiritual seed can last no more than ten years at the latest. The lifespan of the Shenyi people usually reaches a hundred years, how could they not wait?

"Death in battle." The high priest said calmly without any expression on his face.

It's just two words, but you can still hear the regret in the voice.

Four hundred years ago, the white tiger invaded and took away almost the entire Shenyi clan. The high priest's relatives and friends were all killed overnight, leaving him truly alone.

The mottled red marks on the pottery pot are stained with the blood of relatives and friends, and the red soil is irrigated by the blood of the tribe.

Over the past four hundred years, this small courtyard has become a memorial to the high priest. This pottery basin also condenses his longing for all his relatives back then.

"Sorry!" Chu Cheng was stunned and spoke hurriedly.

"These are all things of the past." The high priest stopped and said, "This time, thanks to Master Chu. Otherwise, the land where our God's family is left will once again face the crisis of genocide."

He let out a sigh and his thoughts surged.

"The betrayal of the White Tiger Saint Ancestor led to the decline of our Divine Legacy clan. In the end, the internal strife within the Divine Legacy continued. Countless years have passed, and the Divine Legacy clan has long been riddled with holes."

"During this period, I often think about why the Suzaku Saint Ancestor did this. If it weren't for those dead souls, my divine heritage would never have been consumed so seriously. Everything is waiting to be done. Maybe the ancestors of the past have already brought it with them. My divine legacy returns to the present world and re-establishes itself as the pinnacle of the world."

What the high priest said was not wrong. Even if the strength of the ancestors of a generation of divine relics is placed in today's Daluo Domain, they still stand at the top of the pyramid.

There are no immortals in ancient times, but immortals exist in ancient times. If the relics of that time reappeared in the world, they might write a myth about the ancient witches who came to dominate the world.

It is a pity that those ancestors all died in the battle when they experienced the undead of the White Tiger clan. After that, one generation becomes worse than the other.

"Perhaps, the Suzaku Saint Ancestor and that being want to hone their divine heritage in times of crisis. It's just that the expected goal is contrary to the final result." Chu Cheng thought about it and felt that no one would want his descendants to become worse and worse. The more it declines.

"Maybe." The high priest shook his head, suddenly feeling confused. It wasn't until the time for a cup of tea that he said, "Perhaps you already know the purpose of inviting Master Chu here this time."

"Leave this place?" Chu Cheng's eyes flashed after hearing this.

He has been here for half a year. Although it has not been long, the Ziyun Sect's elixir test competition has long ended.

When Chu Cheng came here, he was not sure whether the high priest invited him because of this matter. But there was some hunch in my heart that this time was the reason for his departure.

"Master Chu is really clever." The high priest did not mince words and said directly: "Indeed, I invited Master Chu here this time just to tell you how to leave."

"You really know how to leave. I have already guessed it before. It's a pity that I can't find you." Chu Cheng shook his head.

His consciousness could cover the entire town, but he still could not discover the whereabouts of the high priest.

"As the high priest of the Divine Relic Clan, I have long been integrated with the aura of the Divine Relic Altar. It is normal for Master Chu to be unable to find him." The high priest chuckled and continued: "I am looking for you this time because I have a way to leave. But before, it was impossible..."

Chu Cheng raised his eyebrows and couldn't help but ask: "Did the high priest find an exit not long ago?"

The high priest looked up at the sky and said softly: "I didn't find the exit."

"Then how to get out?" Chu Cheng was a little confused.

"Every one hundred and fifty-six days, the space in a place in the land of the Divine Relics will begin to weaken. This is what I discovered a hundred years ago. Perhaps Master Chu can try to get out from there." The high priest thought for a while.

"Oh? How long is it until the time limit?" Chu Cheng's eyes flashed with some joy.

Maybe he can really go out.

"In three days, the one hundred and fifty-six-day period will expire."

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.......

Time passed, and three days passed in the blink of an eye.

In the past three days, Chu Cheng has been in seclusion in the cave, and he has not seen any members of the Shenyi clan, not even the saint Zhu Nuan who often comes here. Refining some elixirs.

Three days were already very short, and even after working all night, I could only refine thirty-eight bottles of Foundation Establishment Pills.

One bottle of Foundation Establishment Pill contains sixteen pills, a total of thirty-eight bottles containing six hundred and eight pills. This is the last thing he left to the Divine Relics.

As for the golden elixirs above, Chu Cheng tried several furnaces and refined six of them. The higher elixirs were beyond his power.

On the third day, Chu Cheng followed the high priest to a plain.

Today, it rained.

The majestic heavy rain fell from the sky, falling on the eaves of the town, and also hit Chu Cheng who was on the plain.

At this time, there was only the sound of rain between heaven and earth.

Chu Cheng looked up at the endless plain. After a long time, he slowly stretched out his left hand and explored the front.

A flurry...

This fluctuation comes from the front, like ripples in flowing water.

It is obviously an endless plain, but it touches the bottom.

Everything ahead is an illusion. When we get here, we are at the edge of the Divine Relic Clan.

An autumn rain and an autumn coolness.

The surroundings gradually became colder. The patter of rain moistened the soil. At this moment, seedlings grew out of the lifeless earth that had been destroyed in the war. Given time, a deep forest will reappear.

Chu Cheng closed his eyes and opened them again in a blink of an eye.

The moment he opened it, his eyes gradually became brighter, capturing a scene that was difficult to see with the naked eye.

The raindrops floating around me have fallen, and the peach blossoms ten miles away have floated.

The first appearance of peach blossoms represents that Chu Cheng's spiritual sword power is at its peak.

He raised the dagger in his hand and slashed in a certain direction.

With this cut, countless peach blossoms fell into the sharp edge of the dagger.

There was a soft sound, like glass breaking.

When he drew his sword again, the sword intent, like the autumn rain, was condensed to the extreme. Every blow reached the peak of Chu Cheng's power, comparable to a sword in the middle stage of Jindan!

Ten swords struck in an instant, and the shattering sound became clearer and louder as each sword struck down.

Finally, the space burst open like glass, revealing a space.

In that space, you can see a yellow sun.

"Finally, can we leave?" Chu Cheng glanced at the high priest, unsure of his happiness or sorrow.

After a short stay, I still felt nostalgic.

"High Priest, farewell!" Chu Cheng bowed his hands and threw the refined elixir connected to a storage ring to the old man. "There are some pills here that can help the people of the Shenyi tribe."

After saying that, he raised his head again, forgetting to glance at the distance.

There, he seemed to see the location of his cave. There is a woman in red sitting.

Slender jade fingers, the sound of a piano.

The rain wet my face. Say goodbye to him again.

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