The totem was obviously the opening seal of the spell. With the sound of the Xuanlin incantation, the densely packed ancient Jurchen inscriptions on the totem began to be quickly arranged together, like a rapidly assembled Rubik's Cube.
The colors in these Jurchen writings are bright red, shining brightly, as if full of blood, and the blood-red spells make the sky red.
The scene at this time was very dreamy. Everyone seemed to be in a fantasy world, and everything seemed so unreal.
The incantations in Xuan Lin's mouth were high and low, and they were all very ancient Jurchen script. Now Xuan Lin was becoming more and more like a real shaman and demigod, ethereal and sacred, and full of exotic abilities.
As his chanting sounded, the bright red Jurchen characters on the seal began to move one by one, like chains being opened one by one.
Finally, the entire seal began to rotate rapidly, like a huge circular compass, one link after another, slowly rotating and unraveling.
When all the seals were opened, the bright blood-red color in the concave and convex incantation began to gradually dissipate, and the entire huge seal began to gradually sink into the soil and slowly disappear.
At this time, everyone saw that a large hole was exposed in the middle of the seal. It was a downward entrance, and the bottom was pitch black and unfathomable.
There is a long brass ladder on top of the black hole. Because it is pitch black below and it is difficult to see clearly, the brass ladder seems to be floating in the darkness.
The brass ladder looked like it was from a long time ago, and probably has no historical records.
The brass handle is engraved with three-dimensional birds and animals, each of which looks strange and fierce, all looking like monsters in ancient Jurchen mythology.
And this brass ladder went all the way down, extending into the darkness below.
"Okay, let's go down!".
Xuan Lin said softly, and then waved his hands to the people behind him, indicating that everyone could set off.
This was not the first time that Chen Zhi saw this wonderful sight, and he followed it without hesitation.
But there are still many samurai and men in black who have never seen this scene.
Especially the men in black, who were ordinary people after all, couldn't help but show surprise on their faces when they saw this wonderful sight.
Everyone escorted Bao Ping and walked down the brass ladder. When they reached the last section, they jumped down and hung in the air for a while before entering their destination, the Immortal Valley.
When Chen Zhi saw the Immortal Valley again, he found that it was completely different from the past.
Chen Zhi still remembers that when they first came here, there was no sunshine at all.
At that time, the Immortal Valley had been occupied by mutants. When they first came here, they were surrounded by darkness, without even a hint of light.
When they fell down, they couldn't see anything except the light at the entrance, and it was a hell of death.
But now, the Immortal Valley has really changed a lot. To describe it as a snow village outside the world is really no exaggeration.
After they jumped down from the brass ladder, they found that warm sunlight had filtered through here.
Although this place is sealed by magic, the barrier above is transparent, which means that like a huge glass plate, sunlight can shine down from above without any reduction.
There is still white snow below, just like the winter that has just arrived, pure and warm.
The snow on the ground was still very thick and could bury them up to their waists.
Chen Zhi touched the snow on the ground. It was cold and stinging. The snow had never been polluted and was very pure.
The wind here is very gentle, and there is a sweet smell in the air, which makes people feel relaxed and happy. This kind of high-quality air can never be found in the real world.
Looking around, there are green cedars everywhere, and the green pine branches are like emeralds. They are very beautiful on the white snow.
"Welcome everyone to Fairy Valley!
You are all our distinguished guests!”,
Xuan Lin patted the white snow on his body, bowed and saluted solemnly in accordance with the Manchu custom, and only after arriving here did he dare to speak loudly.
"Everyone, take a look!
This is the scenery of our Immortal Valley. It has been passed down to my generation for thousands of years, so it is still a scenery!"
After listening to Xuan Lin's words, everyone began to look around.
This is the first time for most people to come here. Now their field of vision is very broad, and the scenery in the Immortal Valley is clear at a glance.
This is probably the largest dark valley in Changbai Mountain.
There are also waterfalls, rivers and turbulent mountains in this valley, but for some reason, the water here will not freeze, it is cold and crystal clear, and will always flow. This wonderful sight is unimaginable for ordinary people.
"Everyone, please come with me! Our village is in front of you."
Xuan Lin pointed forward, made a polite gesture of invitation to everyone, and then turned around to lead the way.
The large group of people began to follow him all the way into the valley, and soon two very obvious large snow-capped mountains were revealed in front of them.
And between the two mountains, there is a village, which is where Chen Zhi and the others came last time.
The wheat fields around the village are now completely ripe and look like golden waves from a distance.
And those special fields where Tai Sui is planted are like fields of gemstones, blooming and bearing fruit, exuding a dazzling luster, which makes everyone marvel.
"Guibaodi is really a wonderful place!",
Bao Ping smiled and praised,
“Living here for a long time is truly a blessing in life!
If I have the chance in the future, I really want to live here for a while and be blessed like this!"
"You are so polite," Xuan Lin said politely,
"If you, Xiqi, hadn't drawn your sword to help back then, our Immortal Valley would have been in ruins!
The door here is always open to you and you are always welcome to come!”
Bao Ping and Xuan Lin walked forward, greeting each other, but Chen Zhi suddenly remembered something and asked Xuan Lin,
"By the way, Xuan Lin!
Is there any trouble with the old mountain god’s graveyard?”
When asked this question, Xuan Lin's eyebrows wrinkled visibly.
"No more trouble~~
Since you sealed the tomb of the god last time, we can also hear the heavy knocking sound behind the sealing stone!
Later, I stopped tapping, and the sound of crying began to come from behind the seal. That kind of sound...",
When Xuan Lin said this, he was obviously a little uncomfortable,
"The crying sound was so miserable, as if he was begging us.
We were all in a very low mood at that time, and the sound of crying kept us awake at night.
Some old people even asked me to tear down the stone wall and let the old mountain god out!
He said that after all, he was our ancestor, Chaoha Zhanye!
But I firmly refused and would never allow the sealing wall to be demolished.
Later, the crying stopped and everything became calm!
Call me cruel, but as the village chief, I will never let my village be put in danger again!"
"You did nothing wrong!",
Chen Zhi nodded approvingly,
"And you have to understand that that is not your ancestor. Your ancestor has died long ago. What is behind that sealing wall is just a mutated corpse!"