"Lighthouse? Interesting!" The white-haired man showed an expression of interest on his face.
"Generally speaking, a mirror is a thing that reflects reality and has the meaning of leading to the endless illusion. The door is a symbol of opening secrets and heading towards new unknowns. The source-level shuttle, in the final analysis, is a magic weapon that allows people to travel through infinity. Therefore, most people will choose mirrors or doors as carriers."
"The next ones are things like orbs, keys, pagodas, etc. And those who want a lighthouse..." A strange look appeared on the white-haired man's face.
"Is it unique?" Feng Linwen couldn't help but puff up his chest, his pride reaching the sky.
The white-haired man shook his head and said: "No, usually those who want a lighthouse die miserably. In ancient Norse mythology, there is a rainbow bridge that leads to all realms. Every time it is opened, it will inevitably bring about a conquest and war. You Do you know why?"
Feng Linwen's face stiffened.
"Because it's too high-profile. In a nice way, time travel is called traveling all over the world and seeing the scenery in the world. In a bad way, it means entering without asking the owner, stealing property along the way, and maybe leaving some marks to show that you have been there. . Those who behave evilly even eat and take away everything. In this way, how can the original owner of the world be satisfied or happy?"
"The light of the lighthouse cuts through the void and wraps you around as you travel. Although it is not as high-profile as the Rainbow Bridge, it is still low-key. Even if it is a native species, there are some natural rules to protect it. , acting like this is still easy to detect.”
"So, do you still insist on building this lighthouse?" the white-haired man asked, staring at Feng Linyi.
Feng Linyi thought for a while and asked: "Since the source-level shuttle is essentially a magic weapon. So, can this magic weapon really be used to travel through time and space to the endless unknown world?"
The white-haired man said: "Of course it's more than that. A magic weapon is a magic weapon. Just like the tools in our hands, it's not because of what it can do, but what we want it to do."
Feng Linfan gritted his teeth and said: "Then build a lighthouse!"
Feng Lin's move was not impulsive.
Sooner or later, he must imprint the Tao on the galaxy.
At that time, this lighthouse that has been cultivated for a long time can help him light up the void and find the right path.
"Okay!" The white-haired man's eyes radiated with gleams of light.
The next moment, Feng Linwen felt that he had been pulled into a special space.
Outside the starry sky, nearly a hundred stars formed a huge array.
On the forging platform that bears the traces of time, the eternal holy fire burns.
Some ancient mythical beasts are solidified on both sides of an ink-colored pool. The blood of the mythical beasts that will never drain dry is constantly flowing into the ink-colored pool, shining with mottled and colorful divine brilliance.
Demons and angels, made into puppets, stood on either side of the forging platform.
Their strong bodies were half naked, and they all held sledgehammers that shimmered with the force of light and darkness.
Above the void, there are balls of light floating one by one.
In the ball of light, the light of wisdom shines.
It seems that there are countless master craftsmen, their inspiration, their experience, and all their attainments are sealed here and are mobilized by this special forging room.
The white-haired man flew straight to sit on the stone chair on the high platform.
Then his hands beat rhythmically like he was conducting a symphony.
Pieces of magical materials were thrown into the furnace fire, and the large array of stars bloomed with unimaginable scorching temperatures, and then turned into a condensed light and fell into the oven.
The melted golden-red liquid was guided by the lava giant and poured into the mold.
After it is broken, demons and angels will forge it back and forth.
The void particles are also being forged, following the white-haired man's command, and are gradually integrated into the lighthouse-like magic weapon that is taking shape.
Suddenly, the white-haired man waved his hand.
Invisibly, a magic sword was slashing towards Feng Linyan.
He couldn't dodge at all. Even before he had the idea of dodging, the sword light had accurately hit him and tore his soul.
Ignoring Feng Linwen, who was rolling on the ground due to severe pain.
A small fragment of his soul was thrown directly into the forging lighthouse, and then the entire lighthouse was thrown into the blood pool formed by the blood of the divine beast.
The pool of blood gurgled.
Feng Linwen felt as if he had another body that was trying its best to absorb abundant nutrients from the outside world.
Just like a baby still in the embryo, it unconsciously asks for nutrients from the mother's body.
"Suck! I suck! I have to suck hard! If I don't drain the blood pool, how can I be worthy of so many observers." Feng Linwen let out a painful howl from his mouth, but still strengthened his will and commanded The small part of the soul that was split off absorbed the abundant nutrients in the blood pool.
No matter how much Feng Linwen sucked it, the blood pool never showed any loss.
On the contrary, nearly two hours later, the part of Feng Linwen's soul that was split out felt a strong and swelling sense of satisfaction.
"Okay! Stop sucking, you can't finish it! This place is not affected by time, and is not bound by cause and effect or context. Any materials here are inexhaustible and inexhaustible. You want to suck In the dried blood pool, you must first have the ability to break the constant rules here." The white-haired man's voice came from a high place, like a pool of clear water, pouring into Feng Lin's heart, lifting him from some kind of obsession. Wake up.
"How is this possible? All materials and resources are constant and will never be consumed? This is unscientific! Shouldn't it be constrained by some kind of conservation law similar to the conservation of energy?" In Feng Linhui's mind, this kind of The thought can only be said to be fleeting, and then fell into two alternating and complex feelings of severe pain and wonderful new feelings.
This feeling is like having intimate intercourse with a beautiful woman whose mouth is full of sharp teeth. There was an indescribable pleasure, and at the same time, he was in pain because of the other person's kissing and even biting. Pain and special touch are intertwined.
With a quick grab, the lighthouse in the blood pool flew up.
It fell into the palm of the white-haired man.
The white-haired man had a slightly satisfied look on his face.
Then he threw up the lighthouse and let it float in front of him.
And his hands quickly outlined magical and mysterious runes. These runes are somewhat similar to the talismans in the immortal inheritance, but they are also like the totems and magic patterns in some magical worlds. They are more like a unique, niche, and unique writing.
When runes are imprinted into the lighthouse.
Feng Linwen felt that he was gradually becoming one with the lighthouse.
Invisibly, he seemed to touch some kind of barrier.
It was as if time and space had changed before his eyes.
Just like in the ordinary space, a hole can be drilled at any time, and he can sense some distant, small and vigorous brilliance in the dark.
This feeling is fleeting.
When he came back to his senses, the white-haired man had already come to his side and pressed the lighthouse directly between his eyebrows.
Then Feng Linwen felt that the originally divided self was once again complete.
Not only that, he also has many new talents.
It's like instinct, not nurture.
