Chu Qiguang felt the hotness of the Ring of Foolishness, and knew that the spell that Yi Siman was holding in front of him must be a good thing, and he became more and more pleasing to the eye when he looked at it.
'This wave of Yi Si Man's defeat is not bad.'
Seeing the old demon Tongtian arriving, Yi Siman quickly stepped forward and offered the spell, looking at him expectantly.
Chu Qiguang took the book offered by the other party, opened it and found that it was something similar to a travel note or diary.
Yisiman opened his mouth and explained: "This is the record I recorded when I traveled to the far north, and the incantation is at the end."
"Oh?" Chu Qiguang's eyes lit up, and he didn't rush to read the last incantation directly, but started reading it directly from the beginning.
Seeing that Tongtian Old Demon seemed quite satisfied, and flipping through the pages of his diary, Yisiman breathed a sigh of relief, wondering if the other person would appreciate him more after reading it.
'It would be great if I could get some advice from this old demon.'
With a kind of expectation, Yi Siman waited quietly aside, not daring to disturb the other party.
Qiao Zhi also curiously jumped on Chu Qiguang's shoulder, and followed him to read the diary in front of him.
"It's the eighth day of July in the twenty-second year of Tiancheng. Today I finally arrived in Lensk. This is the last stop of Daqian. Further north is the Ural Plateau..."
In response to this sentence, Qiao Zhi thought to himself: "Tiancheng is the year of Daqian... Let me do the math... Tiancheng's twenty-second year... That is the tenth year of Yong'an. This year is the sixteenth year of Yong'an, which means that
Is Siman the place in the far north that you went to six years ago?'
Thinking of this, Qiao Zhi continued to read, and found that the diary had not been organized. At the beginning, it was a bit more orderly, but later it was like a personal graffiti, a mess, and I wrote wherever I thought.
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In the twenty-second year of Tiancheng, August 18th.
The weather is getting colder and colder, and the last time I saw anyone was more than 20 days ago.
I searched all the way north according to the ancient books on Huangtian Dao that I found on the grassland, but I never found the so-called temple.
I didn't see any banshees along the way.
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September of the twenty-second year of Tiancheng.
I can't remember the specific day.
The mountains on the Ural Plateau are undulating, and the terrain changes greatly. As time goes by, many east and west rivers, trees, and mountains have undergone tremendous changes.
To follow the instructions in ancient books to find the legendary temple here, maybe I am just out of my mind.
Still couldn't find the banshee along the way.
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In the twenty-second year of Tiancheng, September (crossed out) October?
As I walked along the Vobol River, the hills in front of me were covered with heavy snow, and the water gradually began to freeze.
Does the temple really exist? Or is that ancient book just compiled by later generations?
Still no banshee.
My last dry food was almost exhausted, so I decided to search northeast for another ten days, and if that didn't work, I would go back.
…
When Chu Qiguang and Qiao Zhi read this, they found that the following records became more and more messy and random.
It seems that by this time, Yi Siman no longer had much hope in finding the temple. Instead, his desire for other things became more and more intense, as if he had been suppressed.
…
On the first day, there were only mountains and hills, and no banshee was found.
The next day, nothing was found, and no banshee.
On the third day, the banshee was not found.
On the fourth day, there was no banshee.
On the fifth day, there was no girl.
The sixth day, no
…
Found the succubus!
Are there actually monsters here?
They should be the indigenous monsters here. Their ancestors may be brown bears that migrated from other places and became spirits... I have never tried a bear monster... I don't know what will happen...
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The twenty-second year of Tiancheng, probably November
The indigenous bear demons have a muscular body, a lovely plateau red face, and a light wheat color on their skin. They should have received sufficient sunlight.
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Their physiques are stronger than those of the banshees on the grassland. They are all about the same height as me and have very long legs.
And it was very enthusiastic, that kind of wild, primitive, wild temperament... made me feel a long-lost happiness.
I decided to take a good rest here for a few days before talking.
…
The next content of the diary was quickly skipped by Chu Qiguang. Qiao Zhi looked like she wanted him to stop and read more slowly, but she felt a little embarrassed.
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In the twenty-third year of Tiancheng, spring
It's time to leave.
…
"Damn!" Qiao Zhi couldn't help but cursed in his heart when he saw this: "Didn't we agree to take a few days off? It's almost been half a year!"
But he quickly looked at it curiously.
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The climate on the Ural Plateau is more demanding on physical fitness than on the grasslands.
During the period of rest with the indigenous tribes, I hunted, ate, and slept with them, fought with wild beasts in the freezing cold, and honed my sword skills in high mountains and storms.
In this cold world, everything is so simple and pure, and I feel a rare concentration.
Although my physical body has not changed qualitatively due to the lack of elixirs, I feel that my sword skills have made a huge leap forward.
When I return to the grassland to recuperate my energy and blood, my strength should be even greater.
During this time in the indigenous tribe, I also tried to learn the language of the indigenous people and asked them about the location of the temple.
According to the oldest witch doctor here, there is a temple of the gods on the top of the mountains in the north, but it can only be reached after death. It is a gift from the gods to mortal beings.
It sounded very much like the legend of the Huangtian Dao Temple that had been misinterpreted by the indigenous people, so I decided to go look for it.
Aiur, the strongest huntress in the tribe, said she wanted to go with me, but I refused.
I am a werewolf like the wind, and I will never remain a banshee.
Aiur is as pure as the spring water on the snow-capped mountains, and this paradise is more suitable for her.
…
I headed north for five days, and my eyes were already covered by ice and snow.
The continuous snow-capped mountains seem to reach the sky.
I could only keep climbing up in the wind and snow, and finally I had to turn into a prototype to be able to compete with the wind and snow.
…
I am getting closer and closer to the top of the mountain, but the snow is getting heavier and heavier. I feel the power of some kind of Taoism in the cold wind. Is it set by Huangtian Tao?
There is no way to even make a fire here.
Fortunately, Aiwu'er's fur is warm enough, and I have the fifth-level energy and blood power that she doesn't have.
She hugged me, and we relied on each other to keep each other warm and resist the severe cold outside.
Her arms are so warm.
I'm glad that I took her up the mountain with me in the end.
The good news is that I finally saw the temple that the witch doctor talked about, which stood on the top of the mountains like an ice and snow castle in the clouds.
Along the way we also saw the frozen corpses of many pilgrims.
I finally understood why the witch doctor said that one can only come here after death.
There is obviously wind and snow that surpasses nature around the temple. This should be a Taoist technique set up by the followers of Huangtian Dao in the past.
The monsters here do not know martial arts or Taoism. They do not master the power of Qi and blood and cannot crack Taoism. They will be dead before arriving at the temple.