The mortal's candle dragon opens the sky

Chapter 178: Three Heavenly Secrets
This demonic calamity has nothing to do with Xuyang. After more than four thousand years, his magical powers would have grown to an unimaginable level. By then, even if those demons had the courage, they would not dare to disturb the paulownia tree.

What's more, Xuyang might invade the Demon Realm first. Logically speaking, Xuyang doesn't need to care about the changes in space tides this time.

But as everyone in the hall digested the news in shock, there was a hint of inexplicable meaning in Xuyang's eyes.

At his current level, his control over the many laws is far from being understood. He has only applied them preliminarily through the purification of his blood. This is the inherent power of the Xuantian Treasure, Dongtian Treasure, True Fire and True Blood.

Just now, Xuyang followed the power of the cave and was about to trace the source of the tidal force to find the origin of this power, but the tide disappeared!

He appeared extremely abruptly, and left without any trace, as if he had appeared out of nothing, which made him a little suspicious!
After all, the Mother Qi Cave had just transformed into a Chaos Artifact Seed a few days ago, and there was another Chaos Artifact, the Heaven-Handling Bottle, absorbing the power of the moonlight inside.

In the Mother Qi Cave Heaven, there existed these two heaven-defying divine objects at the same time, and at this point in time, the space tide appeared inexplicably. Although it was in line with the historical trajectory of the intersection of spirits and demons, this coincidence still made him feel a little strange.

After all, no matter how powerful the Golden Dragon and Phoenix are, their magical powers can be felt intuitively. No matter how obscure the power of the law is, it exists and can also be felt intuitively.

But this space tide that comes and goes without a trace is like when mortals face ghosts and spirits. They can only feel it through the coldness of the body but cannot observe it directly.

This inexplicable feeling of powerlessness is the most uncomfortable.

"If it is just the interface force of the two worlds attracting each other, causing the space tide, I cannot understand it because my realm is too low. It doesn't matter. It is just following the trajectory of history!

But what if this power comes from the interference of some existence? That would be a bit scary.
The Devil World Origin is about to be swallowed up. Is it the Devil World Origin interfering? Does the interface origin have consciousness? Hiss, it's just a small or medium-level interface, it shouldn't have consciousness, right?
The Land of the First Seal? The Mother of the Stem Borer? There is no need for it to pull the spirit world! And the Xuanxian should not have the ability to shake the interface, right? Compared with the entire spirit world, a mere Xuanxian is no different from an ant pushing an elephant! It should be impossible!
But the Mother of the Stem Borer is not just a Xuanxian. The current Mother of the Stem Borer and another immortal He Kang in the Land of the Beginning of Seals were originally genuine patrolling immortals! But He Kang seems to have been sealed by backstab!
They probably don't have the ability to drive this kind of space tide.
Or is it that the remaining original power of the Spiritual Turbidity Realm instinctively wants to reunite the two interfaces, constantly trying to bring them closer, but because of the conflict between the two original worlds, they separate again, and the cycle repeats itself?"

"Am I overthinking it?"

Xuyang tapped his chin lightly with his fingers and fell into thought.

For a moment, everyone in the hall lost the desire to speak. They were all thinking with different expressions, and the hall fell into silence.

And just when Xuyang was lost in thought, in the endless territory of the vast fairyland, on a continent located in the center.

One hundred and eight towering pillars are arranged according to the directions of Tiangang and Disha, forming a boundless immortal formation with a depth of trillions of miles, stretching across the roof of this mysterious continent.

Endless clouds obscured the sky above the fairy formation. As the clouds rose and fell, they constantly formed phantoms such as the Yin and Yang and the Eight Diagrams, or gathered into the outlines of insects, scales, hair, feathers, insects, demons, monsters, ghosts, monsters, spirits, immortals, corpses and so on and so forth.
The changes seem to imply the evolution of all things in the universe.

But the power of the immortal formation is also exhausted. Whenever these phantoms are about to become clear, it seems that some key is missing. There are always traces of obscure fluctuations flashing by, and then these phantoms fall apart, but are reborn immediately!
It is born and dies, over and over again.

And beneath the cloud layer that is who knows how many tens of thousands of feet thick, there is a huge mountain range shaped like a sleeping dragon. Within it, there is a lot of evil energy and countless formations and restrictions have been set up. Under the restrictions, there is a thick immortal aura.

If the many people in the Tribulation Crossing stage in the Xiaonan Continent interface group saw these immortal spirits, they would probably be envious and longing for them to the point of going crazy.

There are complicated ancient altars built everywhere on the big and small peaks of the mountain range. Taoists in black robes can be seen walking among them everywhere. Some are in human form, some have strange heads and human bodies, and their appearances are all kinds of strange.

Many people, when passing by the altar, either in a hurry on their way to their duties, or on a whim, will set up an altar and do some divination.

And in the entire Wolong Mountains, there are more than hundreds of millions of similar black-robed Taoists.

In the center of the mountain range, there are two peaks that are hundreds of thousands of feet high. They are the highest among the mountains and have the most intense fairy power.

On one of the mountain peaks, the front is covered with fairy pavilions, and on the open space, there are countless golden altars similar to sundials, pointing to different directions.

On the back and above the mountain, there is a crystal stone wall that is one hundred thousand feet high. There are countless golden Taoist patterns engraved all over it. It is divided by two pure white clouds in the middle, and every thirty thousand feet there are three different areas for the notice.

At the very top were nine rows of dark purple chaotic characters. The first row contained the characters '掌', '天' and '瓶', which looked exactly like the dark green characters on the small bottle in Xuyang's hand.

Each of these nine rows of characters had millions of indescribable rays of light shining through them. The eternal and lofty meaning was so great that even an ordinary immortal would be stunned and dazed if he took a look at it. There were thousands of rows in the middle area, and the size of the characters ranged from a fraction to tens of a tenth of the size of the chaotic characters above. Each character was shining with purple-gold light.

But the combined light of thousands of rows of characters was still unable to compete with the mysterious purple light from above.

At the very bottom, there are densely packed golden seal characters of various colors, the number of which is countless. Various different weak laws of power fluctuate, seemingly containing most of the three thousand great ways.

These characters, those at the front and those at the end, also have differences in character size and light intensity.

There was no one under the inscription on the stone wall except for two old men in white and golden robes, who were sitting cross-legged with their eyes closed in meditation.

However, around the Xianque Pavilion and sundial altar on the front of the mountain, there are many figures with immortal energy and the power of laws coming in and out. It seems that this mountain is the core place of this immortal sect.

Thousands of miles away, another mountain that was equally filled with fairy-like aura was completely silent, with no one walking around.

Different from the altars that can be seen everywhere on other peaks in the mountain range, this peak only has a Bagua altar made of mysterious pure black stones in the middle.

The area was only a few feet in radius, and was surrounded by thick fog. Wisps of fog condensed into dozens of milky white chains of laws, with countless intricate golden Taoist patterns engraved on them. Countless bright lights flashed and shone, and terrifying law fluctuations rolled out. The fluctuations were very similar to the fluctuations of the boundless fairy formation above the continent.

And these dozens of chains of laws continued to pull at a dark vortex, preventing it from falling.

The dark vortex seemed to be connected to some indescribable place of nothingness, and there seemed to be an endless force of attraction within it.

In the center of the vortex, there was an old man with a distorted and terrifying face. Most of his body was swallowed up by the black vortex. Only his head, one arm, and a little bit of collarbone connected to his neck were just outside the vortex.

But even the exposed body, whether it was the head, neck or arms, was covered with dark brown spots, which exuded a strong smell of decay and desolation, as if it was the filthiest and ugliest thing in the world.

The old man's hair was gray and disheveled, one of his eyes had turned a strange, empty white color, and the other eye was half open and half closed.

The whole person is like a traveler who is about to be drowned while swimming in the deep sea. Now he is just struggling to survive and waiting for death.

At this moment, the old man's half-open eyes suddenly opened, revealing a pupil shining with golden light. With a flash of rich golden light, the reflection of the notice thousands of miles away appeared in the void above.

The two old men in golden robes who were meditating with their eyes closed had no idea that someone was watching them.

"How strange! I clearly sensed some changes in the law of 'precognition'. Could it be that a super-grade Xuantian treasure is germinating?"

After the reflection changed, the perspective zoomed in, excluding the two notices below.

After a while, seeing that there was nothing unusual on the notice, the old man frowned, and a more intense golden light began to surge in his pupils, as if something terrifying was about to appear.

But immediately, the old man seemed to remember something, the corner of his mouth twitched, and the golden light in his pupils completely dissipated, turning into normal color. The old man opened his mouth, revealing his rotten and blackened teeth, and gave a bitter smile.

"It's really his own fault. He's already in this state, but he still has such a strong curiosity! Even if another super-quality Xuanbao is born, what does it have to do with this Taoist master?"

"Hehe, even if there is a change in the destiny, that person will still have a headache!"

"Besides, the existence of variables is not necessarily a bad thing! At most, I can predict two more hexagrams before I am completely swallowed up by the way of heaven!"

"Wait. Wait a little longer!"

"go to bed!"

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