There are literati looking up at Tianyu Dao.

"Me too."

Many people answered.

"I seem to have seen Kyushu..."

"Me too."

"I seem to see thousands of tombstones..."

"Me too."

They all seemed to see and hear it.

However, there is an unreal feeling, as if it is just a dream in a trance.

An Xiu and Dong Lou Hui in front of the academy hall remained silent, but they also saw and heard.

That was the call from eons ago.

That's soul-calling.

But one thing is unclear. Wasn't the sacred song "Calling Souls" created by Emperor Shang?

Since it was created by Emperor Shang, why did soul-calling exist eons ago? Could it be that Emperor Shang heard the soul-calling from heaven and earth and created the sacred song "Soul-calling"?

"Sister Lan, have you seen and heard?"

Shadow Book asks.

"Saw it, heard it."

Donggonglan Road.

At this moment, she also had the same doubts as An Xiu and Dong Lou Hui. Since the sacred song "Calling Souls" was created by Emperor Shang, how could there have been soul summonings eons ago?

If you want to say there is a difference, there is indeed a difference between the two.

One is singing.

One is piano music.

Perhaps Emperor Shang heard the soul-calling from heaven and earth and composed the sacred song "Soul-calling". However, she felt that the singing was more powerful, more mysterious, and more ancient...

It’s just that she still doesn’t understand where Kyushu is and who the giant tomb is?

Is this the history of eternity ago?

at this time.

The flowers blooming under the Enlightenment Tree suddenly bloomed with an ancient atmosphere.

It seems to be infected with the atmosphere of ancient times.

Feng Qingyan still closed his eyes, and his face gradually calmed down.

However, there was still a touch of sadness permeating his body, as if it had become one with flesh and blood and soul.

Unexpectedly, it was dawn.

But everyone felt that there was still a touch of sadness permeating the world.

They looked at the rising sun and felt the warm sunshine, which finally dispelled the sadness in their hearts and made them smile lightly.

But when they looked at the Enlightenment Tree again, they found that Feng Sheng had left at some point.

They didn't notice it, nor did Yingshu, Dong Gonglan, or Miss Xihe, or even An Xiu and Dong Lou Hui in front of the academy hall.

It seemed that Feng Qingyan disappeared in an instant.

"What about canonization?"

A scholar was stunned and said.

Because he was there just now, he just blinked and the saint disappeared.

Silent and breathless.

Everyone was a little stunned at this moment.

"Why did Feng Sheng suddenly...disappear?" A professor from the academy asked in surprise, "When did the Grand Edict see Feng Sheng leave?"

"No."

Grand Master Baili Kun shook his head.

"It's not in the academy, it's not in Bo City, it's not in Xusheng Mansion, it's not in Burial Mountain." In front of the academy hall, Donglou Hui said in surprise, "Could it be that he dreamed back to ancient times?"

He had heard about Feng Qingyan's dream of returning to ancient times in Tianfen Mountain, but he had not seen it with his own eyes.

"Dream back to ancient times?"

An Xiu was stunned for a moment, showing some surprise.

He also didn't feel Feng Qingyan's aura, maybe he really dreamed back to ancient times.

On Burial Mountain.

"My dear concubine, where has Mr. gone?"

Jiuge couldn't help but ask, with a resentful expression on his face. The husband went out to travel by himself, but he was left alone in Burial Mountain.

"The saint's whereabouts are erratic, and Fei Bai doesn't even know about it."

Fei Bai shook her head and said, and the sainthood was becoming more and more unpredictable, which gave her the same feeling as facing Dong Jun.

But canonization is just a literary form.

When everyone was curious about where the saint was going, he quietly appeared in the north and headed to the misty ice field alone.

He did not fly through the air, but walked step by step on the earth.

He also carried a scroll on his back.

Unconsciously, he stepped over the black tombstones, walked through the black and white Gobi, and came to the misty ice field.

The misty icefield freezes all year round, and there is a light or thick ghost mist lingering there.

Wandering spirits are often seen.

But at this moment, he was standing on the edge of the misty ice field and did not go to the center.

He hesitated a little, seeming to be hesitant.

in a blink.

Two days have passed.

He stood quietly for two days, finally sighed, and walked towards the center of the ice field. When he arrived at the center of the ice field, the gray ghost mist around him gradually turned into a black mass, as if it was churning like ink.

A faint ancient atmosphere filled the air.

The world fell into endless darkness.

An ancient dead silence.

Shortly after.

Countless twisted and weird black lines floated around Feng Qingyan, like weirdly twisted black hair in the water.

Densely packed and constantly twisting.

"I am coming."

He said calmly.

"Resurrection, resurrection—"

"I want to be resurrected, I want to be resurrected——"

The twisted black lines seemed to be roaring, bursting out with strong thoughts.

But at this moment, Feng Qingyan was filled with a touch of sadness, and he said in silence for a long time: "I'm here to borrow ink——"

All sounds stopped suddenly.

Heaven and earth are dead silent.

The twisted black line was no longer twisted, and remained motionless, as if dead.

Feng Qingyan didn't speak, but silently took out the nearly three-foot long dragon inkstone from the scroll and said, "I need soul ink to draw a bridge."

The twisted black line is dead and motionless.

The world is silent.

"I'll leave the Longyin Inkstone and come back to pick it up in an hour."

Feng Qingyan was silent for a moment and said.

When he turned around and was about to leave, a twisted black line trembled violently and then suddenly fell into the Longyin Inkstone...

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Chapter completed!