Jibei Bingyuan, the northernmost tip of Tiangian Continent, except for the occasional fourth-level monks and above, demon cultivators come to visit, looking for ruins buried under the thick ice, or searching for ice-cold spirits growing in black ice caves. Plants, as far as the eye can see, there is no human life anymore.
The ice and snow exude a light blue color, and the cold wind is sharper than a knife, blowing non-stop.
The Lihuo spirit knows the time well and has gone to practice in the Lihuo beads. It's too cold outside, so it's not fun to play. It also has to consume firepower from time to time, which is not cost-effective.
"This is it. The Blue Eyes Glacier Lake is still here, with glacial caves and an unfrozen lake."
You Mengchang stopped at the mouth of the glacier valley two miles away by the small lake, and said with a smile: "This is a place where the wind and energy are hidden. I will go to the ice cave on the left to retreat. You can go to the right and choose one as an ice cave. We will not interfere with each other. .”
He couldn't wait to float into the chosen natural cave. Soon, mist poured out and the entrance of the cave disappeared.
The fog also disappeared with the wind, and Old Man You used a clever formation to hide the retreat place.
He has a fourth-level ghost cultivator that can control him, so he doesn't have to worry about being disturbed by outsiders.
Yun Qiuhe discussed with the visitor for a while and chose an ice cave as the cave. She was busy arranging array equipment, placing jade tea tables, stools and other items, and also decorated their bedroom, using beads and stones as decorations. Besides, she used to be careless and careless, but now she pays attention to perfection.
With Yun Qiuhe helping to gather the cold spiritual energy, Zhang Guanzhu could easily replenish the energy of the Ice Soul Pearl.
I have extra time every day to play with my wife in the ice and snow, picking novel ice-cold flowers and looking for ice crystals and cold stones. The ice source is nearly a thousand miles away, leaving a happy mark of the two of them walking through it.
Three years passed in the blink of an eye, and Guanzhu Zhang replenished the energy of the Ice Soul Pearl by 50% as he wished. There was no sign of the cave where You Lao had retreated. Most of the monks knew the famous Wenfeng Zhenjun, so they bowed to him and did not dare to disturb him rashly.
"Husband, look, what are those people doing?"
Standing at the height of the glacier, Yun Qiuhe was wearing a light blue dress with a snow-white fur around her collar. She pointed at a dozen odd-looking figures wrapped in white robes in the distance. They were rarely seen on the ice source. So many monks.
Those people walked for a while, then knelt down and bowed to the ground, forming a long line and repeating the cycle, which looked very strange.
"Most of them have low cultivation levels. The leader is at the fifth level, followed by five at the fourth level, and the remaining ten are all at the third level. They seem to be performing some kind of worship, and their Qi machines are connected into a whole. Otherwise, it would be impossible for third-level monks to penetrate deep into the ice source."
Zhang Wenfeng said that he didn't know where those people came from.
More than twenty miles apart, the cold fog filled the air. After the leading fifth-level monk stood up, he made a chest-stroking salute towards the two of them, raising the little finger and ring finger of his right hand slightly.
Zhang and Yun returned the gift with their hands in hand.
"It's a witch cultivator, probably from a witch tribe in Tiangan Continent."
Yun Qiuhe recognized those people's heels by the way they saluted. In addition to the main tribes of white, red, black and blood, the witch clan also has many mysterious inheritances. Even the white witches are divided into different sects.
The two of them did not bother the team of witch cultivators. The leading fifth-level witch cultivator obviously did not recognize them.
The team of shaman cultivators knelt and worshiped all the way past the Blue Eyes Ice Lake, worshiped around the lake, dropped a few offerings into the unfrozen lake, and continued northward, disappearing into the confusion of wind and snow.
Five more years later, You Mengchang finally broke out of seclusion. He successfully restored his sixth-level cultivation with a fragment of his Origin Luck Bead.
After passing through a crucial pass without encountering any trouble from heaven, several methods prepared by You Meng Zhang were not used, and he smiled from ear to ear.
That time he assisted the temple master to save the souls of tens of thousands of mortals in the Yanyuan Secret Realm. He earned a lot of merit, was not evil from heaven, and was finally confident that he could ascend to the upper world. It was not easy.
"Congratulations, congratulations, Youlao looks younger and younger."
"Congratulations to Mr. You for coming out of seclusion. From now on, your journey to immortality will be smooth and smooth."
The two of them said different happy and auspicious words.
You Mengchang laughed and returned the gift, chatting a few words.
Said: "After several years of delay, let's set off immediately to the Baimang wilderness to see how the popular energy is there?"
The three of them flew to the southwest, and after more than a hundred miles, they encountered the strange group of worshiping witch cultivators, again sixteen people in number.
You Mengchang stepped aside, and after those people stood up, he took the initiative to bow and caress his chest.
Zhang and Yun also saluted.
They knew that You Laoping's eyes were always high, he took the initiative to salute people, and even used the etiquette of bowing. Only when they met Mo Ye did they guess that these witch cultivators had extraordinary origins.
More than a dozen shamans and cultivators all returned the gift, singing a strange melody in their mouths. Listening to the desolation and sadness, it seemed to be telling an ancient story. The group of people jumped forward with uniform exaggerated dance steps, and knelt down after thirty steps, just like this.
Singing, dancing and worshiping, we headed north.
You Mengchang watched those people disappear, then turned around and continued on his way.
"About ten thousand years ago, there was a bloody and brutal demon-slaying war here. The masters of witchcraft and cultivators came forward one after another and suffered countless casualties. They surrounded and killed the evil eighth-level wild ice beast here. After the eighth-level ice beast fell, it was all over the sky.
The source of ground ice and cold was restricted for thousands of miles, forming the current Jibei ice source.
These shaman cultivators are a branch of the tomb guardians. They have guarded this place for generations. Every five years, they go to the northernmost Binglinkou to pay homage to their ancestors who died in the war. I thought they had lost their inheritance, but I didn’t expect that after so many years,
Five thousand years later, we can still see them."
You Mengchang explained.
This was the first time Zhang and Yun heard about it. There was no record of this in the Taoist classics they read.
There was a hint of smile on the corner of You Mengchang's mouth, and he said: "Back then, the witch cultivator was so powerful that four of the eight continents were occupied, and the world was equally divided with the powerful demon clan. It was not as useless as it is now. Confucianism, Taoism, Buddhism, Truth, etc.
The forces relied on the Witch Clan to compete with the Monster Clan. Later, the various tribes of the Witch Clan fought among themselves, giving other families an opportunity to take advantage. The Witch Clan and the Monster Clan gradually declined, and humans formed a situation where several families stand side by side."
A few words revealed the magnificent scene of that year.
"Forget it, some old-timers who have nothing to chew on. It's useless to say more. The decline of the Wu clan is their own fault. No one can blame them."
You Mengchang spoke for a while, then changed the topic and stopped mentioning it. The three of them spent two hours flying down to the white wilderness at the westernmost tip of Tiangan Continent.
It's winter now, the season when northwest winds are strong. The further you go, the more powerful you can feel the strong wind. There are thin light blue lines in the sky that are invisible to the naked eye and are stirred by the wind.
Years of blowing winds have made the rocks on the low hills extremely smooth and hard, forming windy valley mouths with unique characteristics.
The strong wind blows, and a low and resonant sound of "wow-wow" is emitted within two to three hundred miles.
I wonder what legends there are about this place?
In addition to practicing, broadening one's knowledge is also one of the necessary subjects for monks. Two caves not far apart that were left by monks were selected. After staying there, Chief Youmeng would pull the Wind Spirit Silk and assist the viewer in watching the Wind Bead.
Energy replenishment should be carried out for at least four hours a day.
They have to compete for time. There are only two windy seasons here every year: autumn and winter.
When the wind breaks in spring and autumn, the three of them are divided into two groups and go to nearby human lands to play or practice in caves.
It took almost ten years, off and on, to finally replenish the energy of the wind bead to 50%.
Eight of the nine beads of the Nine Stars Flowing Beads have regained their luster, and now only one dark bead is still in a state of weakness, which is also the most special one.