In the side room of the thatched cottage, the Fenglin medicine cauldron was suspended above Zheng Chen's head, casting a ray of light that enveloped Zheng Chen's entire body.
As the rays of light penetrated into the body, Zheng Chen's expression became more and more painful. His teeth bit his lips so tightly that they bled, and cold sweat dripped down his forehead.
Although he suffered such pain, Zheng Chen did not feel that he had gained any benefits. He just felt that he was becoming more and more in tune with the Fenglin Medicine Cauldron and was establishing a mental connection.
Of course Zheng Chen knew that this was because he had dripped essence and blood into Fenglin Medicine Cauldron, so he did not dare to be careless and concentrated on dealing with it, for fear of encountering any accidents.
In Zheng Chen's opinion, as long as he endures this pain, Fenglin Medicine Cauldron will become his treasure.
The rays of light cast from the Fenglin Medicine Cauldron first traveled around Zheng Chen's body, then entered Zheng Chen's sea of consciousness, taking away every trace of soul power, and then gathered in the fire in his Dantian.
Beside the spirit.
The whole process not only tested the endurance of Zheng Chen's physical body and muscles, but also drained away the power of Zheng Chen's soul. Therefore, Zheng Chen felt very painful. However, whether it was his skill cultivation or his soul state, during the whole process,
But there was no improvement at all.
The soul power extracted by the glow was very small, and it had no impact on Zheng Chen's soul realm. Although it was weakened a little, it was so weak that it was not worth mentioning.
However, Zheng Chen did not know the changes in the thatched cottage, nor did he know that the old man in the portrait had walked out of the portrait, otherwise he would not have been able to be so calm.
"How did you get here?" The old man asked Zilin after looking at it for a while.
"This..." Zilin paused for a moment, then truthfully told the story of the Zhangwu Fighting Club.
The old man listened patiently to Zilin's words, but he shook his head with a wry smile and said: "The ignorant of future generations actually regarded this place as a treasure hunting place. Although there are countless treasures here, not everyone can find them."
It can be taken away, but there is a chance to take out those low-level immortal treasures."
"Since it is an immortal treasure, how can it be considered low-level?" Zilin asked speechlessly.
"Immortal treasures also have quality differences. Moreover, there are not only immortal treasures here, but also some top-notch divine treasures." The old man replied proudly.
"How could there be a divine treasure here? Isn't this the space level of the Immortal Master Stage? The divine treasure should be in a more advanced space ruins, right?" Zilin was curious in her heart and asked questions again and again, staring at the old man with a pair of bright eyes full of curiosity.
"Haha, there is no level distinction here at all. Either the fierce battle was shattered and divided into several spatial levels, or someone deliberately opened up several spatial cracks connecting the cultivation world, allowing the subsequent
People mistakenly think that there are several different levels of space." The old man explained with a smile.
"According to the meaning of the elder, this place was originally connected together, and there was no difference in levels. There is no difference between this place and other spatial levels?" Zilin was very smart, and after listening to the old man's meaning, she seemed to understand something.
The old man nodded and said: "Yes, the ancient ruins space you talk about actually has no different levels. In the past, it was opened up by countless senior monks jointly, just to avoid a catastrophe. It is a pity that even though we are here,
They were still not spared, and eventually fell into that catastrophe one after another..."
"Catastrophe? Could it be that all the original seniors here have died?" Zi Lin asked in surprise.
"Yes, the catastrophe spread too widely. Not only were all the monks in the entire cultivation world wiped out, but even the monks hiding in independent spaces or parallel spaces were not able to escape. Even those who were immortal were destroyed.
As for my cultivation, so much time has passed, and I’m afraid those old guys have already turned into dust.” The old man sighed.
"What kind of catastrophe is so powerful?" Zilin asked in astonishment.
"The God of Death has arrived!" the old man replied with lingering fear.