1695 Black Light Tower

In the meeting hall.

Uncle Twelve sat upright. Sitting on the long wicker chair on the left was Feng's cousin Feng Chenchen, who had not been seen for a long time. There was a topographic map suspended between the two of them. Feng Chenchen pointed to the one across the Kongling Mountain on the map. Abyss, the voice said gently:

"Uncle Twelve, according to the opinions of our ancestors, I have added 306 additional restrictions to this black light tower built at the bottom of the abyss, so that under absolutely pure conditions, the black light tower can be protected by outsiders or those inside the tower. People, if they don’t have the Black Light Tower Token, even if they have Golden Elixir Dzogchen, they can’t get out or get in.”

Finished.

Feng Chenchen made a secret with his right hand, and a streak of white true energy hit the map. The map slowly unfolded, and the abyss jumped before his eyes. A seven-story black tower slipped out of the map and started to rotate automatically. Feng Chenchen moved towards the map in his hand. The black light tower token entered a magic spell, and instantly the black light tower arrays on the map lit up with black light, and the runes of the confinement array began to flow.

Uncle Twelve looked at it carefully for a few times, then slowly a smile appeared on his face, and he nodded affirmatively to Feng Chenchen: "Chenchen, you have worked hard to build the Black Light Tower these years."

It was finished just in time.

He just needed it.

Feng Chenchen smiled gently.

Next, Uncle Twelve pointed out the problems Feng Chenchen encountered in his practice. Suddenly, a burst of red light came from outside the hall around his waist. Uncle Twelve stretched out his hand, and Fu Xin'er's jade talisman for communication fell into his hand.

Seeing this, Feng Chenchen quickly stood up and left.

Although she was married and was the clan leader's daughter-in-law, her name was in vain. For nearly a hundred years, there has been no news from Fu Shiyi's brother, and Feng Chenchen's status in the clan was very embarrassing.

Firstly, there is no reality of husband and wife after getting married;

Secondly, her natal family has fallen into decline. Even the glory of the four major families in Jingzhou no longer exists. The Feng family has now become a shabby settlement. The whole family is now supported by a foundation-building monk. Over the years, they have tried every possible means to repair their relationship with Feng Chenchen.

But.

Feng Chenchen seemed to have completely given up on the Feng family.

No helping hand has been reached so far.

then.

The clan wanted to compete for the position of the patriarch of their eldest family and embezzle the family property, so they almost married her off to a poor family. Fortunately, the Feng family's great-aunt's strategy before her death allowed Feng Chenchen to escape the disaster.

But.

The days in the Fu family.

Feng Chenchen also lived on thin ice. Often, she never dared to take the initiative to fight for the resources of the Fu family. With her gentle personality, she never thought of using the banner of the patriarch's daughter-in-law to manage her own connections. On weekdays, except for Fu I would visit her on November 12, and she would practice in seclusion in her own yard.

These decades have passed.

She is really proficient in the spiritual art of architecture, which is a relatively unpopular art of cultivation.

Standing outside the chamber door.

Feng Chenchen raised his head and glanced at the suddenly cloudy sky, and his face could not help but reveal a sense of loneliness. She had grown up like a princess who was cared for by thousands of people since she was a child, but she still liked the lively days before.

Today's day.

slowly.

She became a little confused.

Cultivation is for immortality, but immortality is like this every day, so what's the point of pursuing the realm after thousands of advancements.

"call-"

Tan Chenchen took a long breath.

She turned to look at Changling Peak where Fu Shiyi was. It had been more than ten years since they last met. She walked towards Changling Peak, but after taking a few steps, she turned around sadly and headed towards her yard. Go.

Her long shadow was left in the large open space.