The first thousand and ninety-five chapters Xisha mother soil
The expected courtyard must have a yard and a house.
Inside the house, there must be a practice room, an alchemy room, a treasure house, etc.
These things are all available in the palace where the Broken Star Tower belongs to Chu Yan.
But after walking in this courtyard, what Chu Yan saw was nothingness.
Yes, it means literal, nothingness.
A nearly blank world.
It is extremely empty, and the sky and the earth are of the same color.
If you stay here for a long time, it will even make you feel desolate and lonely.
Apart from the richer spiritual energy, there is no way to compare here with the palace of the Shattered Star Tower.
"It shouldn't be." Chu Yan tilted his head, closed his eyes, and carefully recalled the scene he had seen along the way.
Those courtyards that already have owners look like the outside, the inside is winding and secluded, each with its own style.
As a monk, I wish I could spend all of my practice in twelve hours a day, so I didn’t have time to build houses bit by bit, or even create so many exquisite buildings.
"There must be something in it that I didn't expect."
Chu Yan pondered for a moment, then suddenly reached out and punched him.
The rolling spiritual energy rushed out like a giant cannon.
When ripples around him were stirring, Chu Yan's eyes narrowed.
He saw outlines emerged in the ripples.
"What is this?" After walking a few steps forward, Chu Yan reached out and touched him.
Empty purchase, nothing.
After thinking for a moment, Chu Yan gathered spiritual energy in his palm and grabbed it forward.
This time, he obviously felt like he was grabbing a ball of things in his hand.
It feels soft and a little elastic, just like dough.
It was just that his eyes couldn't see it, and for a moment, Chu Yan didn't know what he was holding in his hand.
"Tianya Sect is located in the upper country. What we see is not comparable to that of the Xinjiang country. It seems that I know too little about the world of monks. If I can ask Miaoran for advice now, she will definitely be able to answer it."
When he thought of Lin Miaoran, Chu Yan couldn't help but take out the Lingxi jade from the storage bag.
As expected, there was still no information on Lingxi Jade.
Since entering the territory of Shangguo, Lingxi Yu no longer received Lin Miaoran's message.
Chu Yan naturally would not think that Lin Miaoran did not send him a message. The problem must be on the side of Baoxiang Shangguo.
"After cleaning up, the first thing to do is to solve this problem first." Chu Yan said in his heart.
As soon as he finished speaking, Chu Yan suddenly stared at his palm and let out a thrill.
He did not throw away the invisible dough he had pinched in his hand before, but when he took out the Lingxi Jade, he subconsciously leaned his hands together.
At this moment, the emerald green on Lingxi Jade seemed to be smudged, slowly penetrated into the invisible dough in his hand.
The "dough" that was originally like air and had no color quickly turned into the same green as Lingxi jade.
A piece of green dough that was kneaded so hard that it was unknown how to describe it appeared in Chu Yan's hands.
"This is—" Chu Yan's breathing stagnated.
A possibility came to his mind.
But it was not confirmed at this moment, and he dared not make a conclusion easily.
So Chu Yan quickly moved Lingxi Yu away.
The dough was still green and did not become transparent again because of the removal of Lingxi Jade.
A answer in Chu Yan's mind was about to come out.
He took a deep breath, held the dough tightly, and imagined the appearance of a little bird in his mind.
The next moment, he saw the green dough in his hand, which began to wriggle, gradually becoming the prototype of a bird, and then his mouth, eyes, feathers, etc. all appeared clearly.
It's exactly the same image as the one he imagined in his mind!
Even one foot has three toes and the other one has two toes, which are not bad at all!
"Motherland of Xisha!"
Chu Yan's eyes shone with cleverness.
At this moment, he couldn't help but take a breath.
"There is soil in the Xisha, which moves with your heart and transforms at will. It is the mother of all lands..." Chu Yan murmured at the little bird in his hand, looking at the jade carved bird in his hand.
The motherland of Xisha, this is a treasure recorded in the classics of Shaxing Tower.
When Chu Yan finished reading it, he only felt that this kind of thing was too incredible.
A kind of soil, as long as you hold it in your hand and think in your heart, it will automatically change into the image you imagined.
And what's even more amazing is that when you imagine a piece of wood in your heart, the appearance, shape, and even texture of the Xisha motherland will be exactly the same as the wood.
At that time, Chu Yan only thought, how could such a thing be possible?
But now, the facts are really in front of me.
In his hand, he was holding a piece of Xisha motherland.
Another amazing thing about the Xisha Motherland is that it will become a entity only when it is stimulated by spiritual energy.
When Chu Yan first entered the courtyard, he saw nothing. Later, the spiritual energy leaked out and saw the outline of the soil. When he held the ball of soil, he thought of Lingxi jade, but he did not imagine Lingxi jade.
The shape of the body suddenly became the same as Lingxi jade.
All signs have shown that this is the motherland of the Xisha River!
The mother of the soil in the world!
"Yes, according to legend, this Xisha motherland only produces in deep trenches that cannot be shined by sunlight.
The Tianya Sect is built on an island, and is surrounded by vast sea.
With the ability of monks here, there is naturally nothing strange about being able to find the Motherland of the Xisha Islands."
After Chu Yan came back to his senses from his previous shock, he contacted him and all his doubts made sense immediately.
"Yes, no wonder the courtyards of those disciples before could be built in a unique style.
In fact, it is not because they spent a lot of time, but because they used the Xisha motherland."
After Chu Yan put away the bird, he grabbed a few more pieces of Xisha mother soil.
After a thought moved, a chair suddenly took shape in his hands.
Because the Xisha Motherland was colorless at the beginning, when the chair was formed, those who didn't know would think that Chu Yan was creating something out of thin air, which was very magical when he looked at it.
After finishing the chair, Chu Yan made a big table with ease.
When making these things, the monk's mental power needs to be highly concentrated, otherwise the things made will become incredible shapes due to distraction.
For Chu Yan, this is also a test and cultivation of mental power, so he enjoys it and does not feel that it is too troublesome.
"Tianya Sect is really interesting. From mountains and lakes to tables, chairs and benches, it needs to be created by the disciples in the sect.
Although it feels a bit of a waste of time, no matter what, this is the process of creation just like alchemy and weapon refining.
I don’t know if this is a way for Tianya Sect to allow new disciples to have a sense of belonging as soon as possible.”
Having said that, after Chu Yan finished making a chair and a table, he stopped and did not continue to build a palace or cave like others did.
Because, he has something very important that he has not done yet.
That is to sort out the gains from this spiritual killing journey.