A soft sound, like morning bells and evening drums, shattered all the illusions and dreams around it, and Agarwood slowly woke up from the misty and boundless illusion.
At first, there was a bit of confusion in his eyes, as if he had not yet completely withdrawn from that bizarre world; but in an instant, this confusion was replaced by deep thinking.
Although I had doubts in my heart - why did I fail to pass the level every time, but I finally passed through many trials and reached the other side of victory.
This doubt did not bother him for a long time. After all, there is no limit to the sea of books, the world is like chess, and every experience is a mental training and baptism.
At this moment, Chen Xiang seemed to have suddenly enlightened and had a new understanding of various encounters in the past.
Uncle, the wise man who always hides behind the scenes and arranges the world with his ingenuity, seems to be weaving a grand chess game covering the world.
In this intricate chess game, Chen Xiang suddenly found that he was playing a pivotal role - a "soldier" that was carefully crafted and ready to go.
This is not just a simple chess piece, but also the key to breaking the game, carrying the uncle's unfathomable layout and expectations.
Thinking of this, Chen Xiang's mood suddenly brightened. He knew that every step he took would cause ripples in the overall situation, leading the story to the unknown other side.
Faced with the choice before him, Chen Xiang's heart was full of waves: should he withdraw from the affairs, give up his parents, relatives and friends, and observe the changes in the situation with a detached attitude, or should he resolutely join the chess game and move forward fearlessly until the end?
After a brief pause, Chen Xiang's eyes gradually became firm. He raised his head suddenly and strode forward firmly along the winding corridor. Every step seemed to declare that he, Chen Xiang, would never back down easily.
He knew very well that he was a human being first and that his parents' gifts and expectations flowed in his blood. How could he give up so easily?
What's more, although his uncle has far-reaching plans, blood is thicker than water. How could he not leave a glimmer of hope for his nephew?
Moreover, at this moment, Chen Xiang, whose strength had greatly increased, felt an unyielding fighting spirit in his heart: "Let us see whether your strategizing is better, or whether I, the young man, can turn things around and beat the world!
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After a moment of silence, Chen Xiang's movements suddenly stopped, and the surrounding space seemed to be gently twisted by invisible hands, instantly bringing him into a unique and mysterious realm.
Here, the mountains are towering, reaching into the sky. They surround themselves into a natural basin, guarding the fairyland in the center that looks like a paradise.
In the center of the basin, a mirror-like lake spreads quietly. The lake water is crystal clear, and the scenery is like spring all year round. It makes people feel relaxed and happy. On the lake, cranes dance gracefully, fish swim in the water, and the breeze blows, bringing freshness and tranquility.
In the middle of the lake, stands a simple and elegant pavilion. The carved beams and painted pillars reveal the traces of time, but without losing its solemn beauty.
In the pavilion, a woman in green clothes was sitting quietly. Her face was gentle and beautiful. But at this moment, her tears were falling like broken pearls. She was obviously immersed in deep sadness.
The token she holds tightly in her hand is her emotional sustenance.
When Chen Xiang saw this scene for the first time, the curiosity and doubt in his heart about the confinement environment disappeared instantly, and was replaced by an indescribable heartache.
Looking at that familiar figure, he couldn't help but murmur to himself: "Mom..." Then, an impulse surged into his heart, and he was ready to fly to his mother at all costs.
However, there was a loud "bang" sound, and Chen Xiang seemed to have hit an invisible wall. Then, a powerful electric current instantly ran through his body, causing him to moan in pain.
The electric current swam like a snake, tensing the muscles all over his body to the limit, and his consciousness gradually blurred under the electric shock.
After an unknown amount of time, when the current finally dissipated, Agarwood was in ragged clothes and completely black, as if he had just survived a disaster. He staggered back until he was gently bounced away by a force, and finally fell into the lake helplessly.
Water splashes everywhere.
"Plop~"
Hearing the slight movement in the distance, Yang Chan, who was immersed in the world of tragic tragic novels, slowly raised his head. His face looked a little pale due to the long immersion, and there was a faint black halo around his eyes, and his face was filled with difficulty.
Cover up the sadness and sadness.
"Is it agarwood?" She quickly put the token in her arms, then stood up staggeringly, climbed to the fence of the pavilion, and cautiously stuck her head out.
The sound was like a clear spring in the mountains, crisp and clear with an imperceptible tremor, like a jade stone tapping the surface of a disk, softly listening.
Time seemed to freeze at this moment. After a while, there were ripples on the lake surface. Agarwood finally poked his head out of the water. A pair of brand-new clothes clung to his slightly thin body. His hair had been carefully taken care of, making him look particularly neat.
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If it weren't for the black marks left on his body after being burned by the electric current, he would still look handsome and vigorous at this moment.
"Mom!" Chen Xiang shouted excitedly, with uncontrollable joy and excitement in her voice.
However, when Yang Chan's eyes really fell on Chenxiang, a trace of hesitation and confusion flashed across her face.
"This... this is not my son," she muttered to herself, her eyes filled with disbelief, "My son is not so dark..."
"Mom, do you really not recognize me?" Chen Xiang's voice contained a hint of sadness that could not be concealed. He looked at the familiar yet unfamiliar face in front of him, with mixed feelings in his heart.
Yang Chan carefully looked at the young man in front of her again, and the doubts in her heart gradually dissipated.
Her peripheral vision accidentally captured a little yellow cat leisurely eating melon on the top of the mountain. The familiar figure made her suddenly realize that although the boy in front of her had changed, his body shape and aura were exactly the same as her son Chenxiang.
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What's more, besides that naughty guy Le Ye, who could make her son like this?
Thinking of this, Yang Chan couldn't help but feel a surge of anger in her heart, and secretly made up her mind: when she gets out of trouble, she must teach Le Ye, that "good friend" Chen Fei a lesson!
Swallowing people with bloody mouth!
"Agarwood, why are you here? It's very dangerous here. Leave quickly!" Yang Chan shouted urgently, her tone full of concern and worry for her son.
A warm current surged in Chenxiang's heart. Even in such a difficult situation, her mother was still most concerned about her own safety.
Is this maternal love? No matter what situation you are in, your mother's heart always cares about you.
Mom, I miss you!
Chen Xiang's voice was choked with sobs. He took a deep breath and looked at Yang Chan firmly, "Mom, let me rescue you!"
After saying that, Chen Xiang stretched out his figure and stood firmly on the water, his eyes like torches, aimed at the invisible wall of light in front of him, ready to go. He gathered all the strength in his body and prepared to launch a full blow, vowing to trap this
Mother’s prison is broken!
"boom!"
A ray of extremely condensed golden light burst out from Chen Xiang's hand, like a meteor piercing the night sky, hitting the invisible wall of light in front of him. However, what shocked Chen Xiang was that this golden light was like a mud cow entering the sea, without even a trace of ripples on the wall of light.
Lift up.
"Who...who did this? Use such a powerful Daluo-level formation to trap a little fairy like my mother? She's sick!" Chen Xiang's heart was filled with anger and helplessness.
He tried hard to attack for a long time, even using all his secret skills and magical powers, but he still couldn't shake the trapped formation at all.
Agarwood, which had been practicing in the secret realm for nearly a thousand years, finally felt a bit broken at this moment.
He looked at the wall of light in front of him, his heart filled with despair and unwillingness: "Mom, I will definitely save you! No matter what the price is!"
Under the gentle comfort of his mother Yang Chan, Chenxiang was silent for a long time, and the anxiety and uneasiness in his heart gradually eased. He endured the reluctance in his heart, said a few words of care to his mother, then hurriedly said goodbye, turned and left.
go.
He knew that one day in the sky and one year in the mortal world, his uncle Yang Jian might come at any time during his long stay in the secret realm. Although he secretly speculated that his uncle would not harm him, this speculation was just that after all.
Based on trust, not hard facts.
"After all, it's better to have your life in your own hands." Chen Xiang thought to himself. He knew that in this world full of unknowns and dangers, only by relying on his own strength could he ensure the safety of himself and his loved ones.
What worries him even more is that the passage of time makes him have to worry about his father's safety.
After such a long time, earth-shaking changes had already taken place in the mortal world. He could not imagine that his father's grave had become overgrown with weeds, even higher than a person's head.
This worry is like a huge stone, weighing heavily on Chen Xiang's heart.
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On the top of Huashan Mountain, the night is as dark as ink and dotted with stars.
Chen Xiang stared down and saw only two figures - his father and Le Ye, staggering out of the Baihua Tower. They were drunk, as if all the troubles in the world had disappeared along with the wine in the pot, and the beauty among the flowers.
dissipate.
Chenxiang's heart was full of mixed feelings. He clearly remembered that he had indeed spent nearly a thousand years in that secret realm. This memory, whether it was from the increase in magical power, the calculation of bone age and lifespan, or the
It is the accumulation of spiritual enlightenment and cannot be faked.
Thousands of years of hard work have brought him just a hair away from the legendary Daluo Wonderland. He only needs to return to the mortal world and gain a little enlightenment to break through the bottleneck and embark on a new path of practice.
However, behind this harvest, there are deeper worries.
Uncle Yang Jian's methods made him feel unprecedented shock and fear. The magical power of controlling time and turning thousands of years into moments was beyond what Chen Xiang could imagine.
What frightened him even more was that those three levels were transformed by just three breaths exhaled by his uncle at will. If he could possess such magical powers in one breath, what level of uncle Yang Jian's true strength had he reached?
Thinking of this, Chen Xiang couldn't help but worry about her master's future, and an ominous premonition arose in her heart.
He lowered his head and looked down. His father's figure looked a little lonely in the night, but his drunken freeness prevented him from feeling too much sympathy.
Perhaps, for dad, such a life is a kind of relief.
But as a son, it's hard for him to say anything. After all, his father is a mortal, and he can't do anything even if he wants to. Maybe this is another way to vent his frustration.
Each of these living beings has its own troubles.
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Emei Mountain is shrouded in clouds and mist, and the fairy spirit is misty.
After Chenxiang briefly and excitedly shared her secret experience spanning thousands of years with her master, Sun Wukong, she couldn't wait to enter the quiet room, ready to meet the long-awaited breakthrough.
After thousands of years of hard work, once you awaken, you are like a phoenix reborn from the ashes.
Time flies, and three years have passed by.
"Buzz~"
A strange and subtle wave rippled quietly in the quiet room, as if the most delicate strings in the world were gently plucked, playing a movement that only belonged to agarwood.
After a while, the door of the quiet room slowly opened, and Agarwood slowly walked out. His figure looked taller and taller in the morning light, as if breathing together with the clouds, breeze, and bright moon in Mount Emei, blending into one.
He exudes an otherworldly aura, which is indescribable excellence and extraordinary, as if he is no longer limited to this world, but coexists with all things in the universe and has become an eternal existence.
Viewed from a distance, Agarwood seems to be coexisting with heaven and earth, and its existence is like a profound puzzle, both mysterious and incredible, attracting endless imagination.
However, agarwood is like a solitary cloud far away from the hustle and bustle of the world, vague and elusive. It seems that it has transcended the shackles of the world and reached a height that no one can reach. People can only look up to it but cannot touch it.
The moment he stepped into the Holy Buddha Cave, Chen Xiang's eyes were instantly locked on his master, Sun Wukong.
The Monkey King, who was once omnipotent and full of confidence, now had a pair of red eyes open, revealing a trace of confusion and autism. This sudden change made Chen Xiang feel nervous.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "Master, what's wrong with you?" Chen Xiang quickly stepped forward and asked with concern.
Sun Wukong's voice was low and hoarse, as if he was talking to himself: "Yang Jian...how did he do it? Turning a thousand years into an instant, this...how is this possible!"
Over the years, Sun Wukong has been groping on the edge of the Da Luo realm. He knows that the strongest Da Luo can open up the cave world, and as long as the world is immortal, they can live forever.
However, even in the world he created with his own hands, he could only interfere and evolve. He had never dared to imagine controlling the flow of time in the cave world at will, and he felt that this seemed to be a taboo that violated the laws of heaven and earth.
But Yang Jian did it, and just with one breath, this is as incredible as a myth.
Sun Wukong couldn't help but begin to wonder, could it be that his talent was limited, or that he had taken the wrong direction of practice over the years?
"Is this...is this reasonable?" Sun Wukong's voice contained a hint of unwillingness and confusion.
After listening to Master's words, Chen Xiang was deeply shocked. He proposed to enter Master's cave world to experience it for himself, trying to understand this miracle from another perspective.
However, when they were truly in the cave world and wanted to try to make the flow of time in the cave completely different from that of the outside world, the two of them fell into deeper contemplation and isolation.
"Master, what level has Yang Jian reached? Can we...can we defeat him?" Chen Xiang's voice contained a hint of uncertainty and worry.
Sun Wukong was silent for a moment, shook his head, and a complex emotion flashed in his eyes: "In just over a thousand years, he can have such terrifying strength. Is this really reasonable?"
The master and apprentice looked at each other speechlessly, and together they began to shut themselves off.
