A long time ago, Chu Qiguang had read a lot of information related to Wuwei Jiao.
He knew that ever since Xuan Xuzi, the leader of the Wuwei Sect in the Chen Dynasty, successfully ascended, the pursuit of ascension within the sect had become increasingly fanatical.
Ascension and communication with the outer world are two things that the Wuwei Sect has been pursuing crazily since more than two thousand years ago.
But judging from the information currently obtained from Chu Qiguang, it seems that only Xuan Xuzi in the history of Wuwei Sect has actually gone to the outer world. Others who tried to ascend either failed or were blocked by the Gangqi layer.
Chu Qiguang didn't know whether the self-proclaimed Jiutian Old Immortal was actually Xuan Xuzi.
Therefore, Chu Qiguang has never known that the Wuwei Sect is... communicating with something outside the world.
And he didn't expect that he would now have to repeat the Wuwei Sect's ritual of communicating with the outside world in the ghost realm.
'Currently, it seems that the scenes in the ghost realm are all taken from Li Chunyi's memory.'
'Then the next ritual should be just a repetition of memory? It won't really communicate with the outside world, right?'
Although he thought so, Chu Qiguang was not sure, because he remembered that Li Chunyi's notes recorded that there was an altar inside the tomb that was said to be able to communicate with heaven.
At the same time, the surrounding light became increasingly dimmer, and the rows of bookshelves retreated wildly, getting further and further away from Chu Qiguang in the blink of an eye.
A large open space was exposed, and in the center of the open space, a huge triangular altar rose from the ground.
The altar is in the shape of an equilateral triangle, with a high protrusion in the middle, and the surface is covered with layers of triangular patterns.
Surrounding the altar are rows of blurry figures.
Chu Qiguang found that no matter how hard he looked, these figures were blurry and could not be seen clearly.
The next moment, layers of white cloth were erected from all sides, covering the entire altar.
You can only vaguely see a figure standing above the altar behind the white cloth, holding the triangular sacrificial vessel high.
An old voice came from behind the white cloth: "Chun Yi! Incense!"
I saw a desk lit up, filled with incense, candles and paper bundles, and Chu Qiguang stepped forward.
Lin Lan reminded him in his mind: 'This should be Bei Luotian's protective ritual, looking for the dragon's belly incense.'
Chu Qiguang nodded, and after selecting the dragon belly incense, he placed it in the purple gold incense burner and lit it.
A soft, wonderful smell immediately appeared in the air
Chu Qiguang's spirit seemed to relax under this scent, and the ghosts and rituals around him were no longer so weird and scary.
Behind the white cloth, the old man's voice sounded again: "Light up!"
"Present the sacrificial vessel!"
"Sing music!"
"Spell!"
The rituals of Wuweijiao have been studied and revised for generations, and every step has been extremely precise. There are detailed regulations for various incense burners, lamps, lamp oil, mantras, etc.
Chu Qiguang and Lin Lan are both masters with rich knowledge and have read a large number of ancient books.
They had just studied Wuweijiao's classics together again. Although they were the first to participate in the ritual, they did not make any mistakes.
"...Only when your mind is open and you have a clear understanding of the local scenery can you feel free and at ease."
Just when Chu Qiguang and the old man finished reciting the last incantation together, an invisible pressure fell from the sky.
Chu Qiguang could clearly feel that something had penetrated into the old man's body.
Behind the white cloth, the human figure illuminated by the light became more and more distorted, and babbling murmurs continued to be heard.
Lin Lan said with some fear: "According to... according to the records in the "Nine Heavens Canon", the other party should be possessed by the gods by now."
Chu Qiguang said: "You are a ghost after all, why are you so afraid?"
Lin Lan: "...But these gods outside the sky are really weird."
Chu Qiguang added: "We probably are not really in contact with those extraterrestrial things now. What we see now is probably just the scene in Li Chunyi's memory. Just take a good look and don't be afraid."
While the two were talking, another change occurred on the altar.
A series of strange words came from the old man's mouth.
Lin Lan was surprised and said: "Is this the language of those gods outside the world?"
Chu Qiguang was also a little surprised, because he found that he seemed to be able to hear what the other party said.
'It is not the language of the Han people.'
'It's not the Chinese or English I spoke in my previous life.'
'But why can I understand it?'
In Chu Qiguang's mind, the other party's words kept lingering, like some kind of ballad or some kind of spell.
However, although he could barely understand it, Chu Qiguang was a little unfamiliar with this language and could only make out a rough idea.
It feels like an ill-prepared college student listening to CET-4 or CET-6 English listening.
"It's dark..."
"...daybreak..."
"...already left..."
"He has not yet..."
"Close your eyes...bring on the madness."
"...whispers bring death."
"...Twisted blood is flowing...in the body..."
As the murmur became smaller and smaller, the vague figures around seemed to be listening to the sound, and the entire scene suddenly became quiet.
Just when Chu Qiguang thought the ritual was about to end, another cold voice sounded.
"...Discover the hotbed..."
"...Adjust...the coordinates of the Dao area..."
"...Warning...Distortion force strike on the way detected..."
Then, in the shocked gazes of Chu Qiguang and Lin Lan, the space above the altar seemed to be torn apart by something.
A strange thing slowly emerged from the torn space and landed directly above the altar.
It was as if malice had condensed into substance and was constantly coming from above.
The violent demon dye turned into invisible fluctuations, with it as the center, spreading wildly towards the surroundings like a roaring mountain and a tsunami.
Looking at this thing, the strange emotions in Chu Qiguang's heart became more and more intense.
If he had to say what this thing was... he felt that it looked very much like a missile, but it was billions of times more dangerous.
The next moment, this thing that made Chu Qiguang feel like a missile shattered into pieces.
Endless light emerged from it, and large areas became blurred under the light.
And bursts of piercing screams and screams broke out from the originally blurry crowd, and a large number of figures became distorted and out of shape.
The old man on the altar was the first to bear the brunt. He was constantly changing under the light, and tentacles sprouted from his body one after another.
'All possessed?'
Seeing the demons dancing wildly at the scene, Chu Qiguang became more and more confused: "What on earth did Li Chunyi and the others encounter?"
The surrounding light gradually disappeared, and the entire ghost realm seemed to tremble.
Lin Lan guessed: "This memory may be very painful for Li Chunyi. He is escaping... The ghost world is about to change again."