The Dao dies but I live on, the spiritual energy dries up but I remain evergreen

The leader of the Demon Sect, wearing a Rakshasa mask on his face, appeared at the bottom of this dark abyss that looked like hell. He looked even more terrifying than a ghost.

Especially since he is full of vigor and has a tall stature.

The two looked at each other.

There was no movement.

Li Changxiao quickly withdrew his gaze and continued moving eastward.

The light from the torches illuminated the surroundings.

The bottom of the abyss is dark and damp.

Walked all day.

After finding a relatively flat location, Li Changxiao stuck the torch into the ground, and then looked around for branches, hay and other combustible materials.

After much difficulty, they made a fire and Li Changxiao lay down beside it.

He looked behind him and signaled to the leader of the Demon Sect who had been following him to come over and warm himself by the fire.

I left a space for him.

The mask on the face of the Demon Sect's leader was still terrifying, and his eyes did not fluctuate at all. He just looked at Li Changxiao, and no one knew what he was thinking.

Did he doubt that I was one of the righteous people who was suppressing him?

It doesn’t look like it either.

Li Changxiao fell into a deep sleep with doubt in his heart.

Wake up the next day.

Li Changxiao continued to carry the torch and walked eastward.

After taking a few steps, he suddenly remembered something, took out a coarse cake from his arms, broke it into two halves, kept one halves for himself, and threw the other halves to the leader of the Demon Sect behind him.

The leader of the Demon Sect didn't want to pay any attention.

But I couldn't help being hungry.

He took the rough cake, put it to his nose, sniffed it, and then took a bite.

"This cake tastes best with coarse salt." As he said this, Li Changxiao took out a small cloth bag from his arms, carefully opened a corner, pinched a handful of salt with two fingers, and sprinkled it on the coarse cake.

He then looked at the leader of the Demon Sect and asked him if he wanted it.

The leader of the Demon Sect shook his head.

After eating and drinking, Li Changxiao continued to move eastward.

When the torch burned out, he replaced it with another one.

The bottom of the abyss is pitch black and there is really nothing to see.

There is also a dangerous person like a demon following behind him.

time flies.

Fourth day.

Li Changxiao lit a fire and prepared to take a rest.

The leader of the Demon Sect, who had been following behind, finally came over on his own initiative.

Two strangers sat opposite each other around the fire.

"Two more days." Li Changxiao, who was adding firewood to the fire, suddenly said.

The Demon Sect's leader's eyes flickered slightly and he looked up at Li Changxiao.

"You only have two days to live." Li Changxiao's voice was flat, just like a normal chat.

If a normal person heard this, he would definitely retort angrily, but the leader of the Demon Sect not only did not refute, but also nodded slightly.

"You go east, and I go east too." Li Changxiao paused for a moment, "I have a purpose, you should have one too, right?"

The leader of the Demon Sect nodded again, and this time, he actually took the initiative to speak, "There is a treasure left over from the ancient times on the east side. Only by obtaining the treasure can I have a chance of survival."

The Tianyuan Gate is located directly above the Hengtian Abyss, and it must have already explored the bottom of the abyss.

He once discovered an altar on the east side of the abyss.

"Hmm..." Li Changxiao said, "If I'm not mistaken, you were hit by the most sinister and evil poison palm. It is said that there is no cure."

Li Changxiao learned a lot of martial arts knowledge from Zuo Qiuye.

The Poison Palm was very famous and he had heard of it.

The Demon Sect's leader's eyes were calm, but there was some inexplicable emotion brewing in them. "For the mortal world, it is naturally hopeless, but the treasure I am looking for is very likely left by the immortals."

Hear the words.

Li Changxiao roughly understood it.

The destination of the two people is most likely the same place.

Li Changxiao's expression straightened up, and he told the other party very seriously and responsibly that the treasure left by the immortal was nothing more than a useless book of magic.

But there is no magic bullet to cure any disease.

The atmosphere dropped to freezing point.

The leader of the Demon Sect looked at the flames, and wondered what he was thinking about the face under the Rakshasa mask.

"Do you regret it?" Li Changxiao blinked and suddenly said, "I mean, you had better choices before."

It’s not that he intended to enter the other person’s dream and pry into the other person’s privacy.

But this person's obsession is so deep that his dreams are almost coming true.

He saw a little bit and knew some of the other party's past.

The leader of the Demon Sect is also a miserable man. He is obviously a martial arts genius who can master any martial arts technique at a glance, but he has come to where he is today step by step.

"You are indeed an extraordinary person." The leader of the Demon Sect laughed bitterly, "Regret, why wouldn't I regret it?"

Having said that, the leader of the Demon Sect suddenly covered his chest, with blood accumulating in his mouth.

She tore off half of her mask and spat blood on the ground.

Revealing the delicate red lips and white chin.

She put the mask back on as if nothing had happened.

I'm no longer in the mood to talk.

The next day.

Li Changxiao continued on his way.

The leader of the Demon Sect followed behind him as usual.

Another day passed.

The leader of the Demon Sect fell to the ground, barely breathing, and the poison had spread throughout his body.

It is still a long way from the immortal treasure.

She couldn't walk anymore.

The poison penetrated into her bone marrow, as if thousands of needles were running around in her body. She was breathing rapidly, and blood kept oozing from the edge of her Rakshasa mask.

She held on, leaning against the stone wall.

Watching Li Changxiao's receding back.

Accept your fate quietly.

Suddenly, the white-robed swordsman who was supposed to have walked away appeared in his sight again.

Walking towards me.

The leader of the Demon Sect looked up and saw the swordsman in white stop in front of him.

Poured half a glass of wine.

He placed it gently in front of him, then turned and left.

……

Li Changxiao only gave her half a glass of wine and half a beautiful dream in the wine.

He can cure this worldly poison with just a wave of his hand.

It's just that he had peeked into the other person's dreams and knew about his past.

This leader of the Demon Sect can't be considered a good person in any way. He can only be considered a pitiful person at best.

It is hard to tell whether saving her was right or wrong.

Let the worldly grudges be resolved by the secular world.

He didn't interfere.

Another whole day of walking.

Li Changxiao finally arrived at his destination.

It is an altar with a diameter of about 500 meters.

There is a circle of mysterious inscriptions around it, which looks very advanced.

If Li Changxiao was not mistaken, this should be a hidden formation. When the spiritual energy was exhausted, the formation lost its effect and the altar naturally emerged.

He collected his heart's blood and dripped it into the center of the altar.

Then use spiritual energy to promote it.

Light surged on the surface of the altar, and white silk threads emerged from the ground and intertwined in the air.

Finally, it turned into a scroll.

On the surface of the scroll, there are three large and ancient characters "Bai You Shu" written in the ancient characters of the Bai You Dynasty.

Li Changxiao naturally couldn't understand the ancient characters of the Baiyou Dynasty.

He took out the music score of "Qushui Lanting" from the dream space. Fu Tao told him in the letter that he could use the music score to decipher the content of Baiyoushu.

......