Above the source of Tao

The force turned into an invisible giant hand, pulling at his soul, trying to pull him into the blank piece of paper.

"Again!"

Yun Chang'an shouted loudly. He had just come out of the Yuanxu Body Refining Sect, but the book "Daoyuan" on his body wanted to pull him in again. He didn't want to experience the crying and painful feeling of the Yuanhun again. That feeling was really worse than death.

However, the invisible big hands were very gentle, and there was no feeling of pain. It was as if someone was gently stroking him. Then, a gentle force wrapped around Yun Chang'an until all the force penetrated into his skin.

"It doesn't look harmful to me."

Yun Changan came to his senses and did not resist this strange power.

A trace of Yuan Thought was pulled out by this strange force and followed him into the white paper. Daoyuan slowly closed and lay quietly in his hand, still so shabby, like an ordinary book.

That trace of Yuan thought entered the source of Tao, and Yun Chang'an's body sat upright on the ground, motionless. A faint light flashed on his body, protecting him. If someone passed by, they would definitely not notice that there was another person here.

"This is where?"

Yun Chang'an's last bit of consciousness looked at this space, which was empty.

There was only endless nothingness here. In the white space, everything was white. There were no other colors but white, which was exactly the same color as the paper that Yun Changan saw.

After a moment, the space seemed to move and began to become illusory. A house came into view. The house was also white, a dazzling white that made him unable to open his eyes.

Yun Chang'an did not feel any breath of living things here, not even his vital energy. After a moment, he finally adapted to the white color here, and his eyes were no longer as uncomfortable as before.

Opening his eyes, Yun Chang'an floated towards the location of the white house.

Not long after, he arrived there. As soon as he arrived, he saw thick white clouds gathering in the sky above the house. Above the white clouds were streaks of purple lightning, which made unbearable sounds. This was the first time he saw other colors since he came here.

The thunder clouds above seemed to break through the shackles and split down, but they never broke through the white cloud.

At this moment, an irresistible strange force tore him and brought him into the room.

"You came!"

An ancient, deep voice exploded in his ears, and Yun Chang'an felt his scalp tingling. This feeling he had only experienced when he first saw the spirit of the Siyang Gourd Lamp.

Yun Chang'an had never expected to encounter such a terrifying existence again. Unable to bear the sound, he covered his ears with his hands and shook his head, trying to drive away the horrible sound.

It was of no use; the sound was like the ringing of an ancient bell, stirring in his mind.

The owner of this voice only needs a thought to erase this trace of his thoughts from this world.

Just when the pain became unbearable, a gentle breath entered his body and helped him expel the pain left by the voice.

Yun Chang'an looked around. There was nothing special about the room. It was just an ordinary room.

Not long after, an old man in white appeared before his eyes. He put his hands behind his back and looked at Yun Chang'an with a smile on his face.

"Senior, who are you?"

Yun Chang'an was still very respectful and bowed to the old man in white in front of him.

The old man in white stepped forward and lifted up Yun Chang'an's hands as he bowed.

A gentle and kind voice said, "It's okay, just stand up and talk first."

Then he added, "I have been waiting for you for a long time."

"wait for me?"

Yun Chang'an was confused. He touched his head and looked at the old man in white with a bewildered expression. Although he had got the book "Daoyuan" for a long time, he had never studied it much and didn't know that there was an old man here.

He also felt that he was the one who did not notice the old man here, thinking that he, like Xiao Xuan, was one of the Tao recorded in the book.

"Are you also a Yuanhun in the Tao?"

The old man in white smiled and replied, "Primordial Soul? Yes and no."

"Yes and no?"

Yun Changan was even more confused after hearing the ambiguous answer, and asked, "Since you are here, do you know how to use this source of Tao to collect other treasures?"

The old man in white smiled without saying a word. He raised a dry hand and touched his forehead. An inexplicable thing came into his mind.

Upon closer inspection, he found that it was a line of text, which only stated how to summon him to use the book. Gradually, the old man in white became illusory and his body gradually became transparent.

Yun Changan wanted to ask him about his inner doubts, but the old man in white just shook his head until his whole body became very unreal.

Then he whispered, "This is how to use this book. You must remember it carefully. With your current ability, you cannot record the great principles of the world as you wish. I will be here for a while to help you, but after I leave, it will be up to you to record the great principles of the world on it for your use. But you must also be careful, not everything is suitable for you."

"I understand, but what's wrong with you, senior?"

Yun Chang'an looked at the old man in white becoming illusory and couldn't help but ask about the doubts in his heart.

The old man in white did not answer, but just shook his head slightly and said three words: It cannot be said.

He sighed and disappeared.

Yun Chang'an looked at the old man in white who disappeared. He was the only one left here, and he ignored the strange old man who was asking riddles.

Looking at the words appearing in his mind, he felt more confident. He left here and came outside the house. The house collapsed with a loud bang and turned into a force that pushed him out of here.

This trace of original thought instantly returned to the main body.

Yun Chang'an in the outside world was still sitting there in a daze. When he came to his senses, that line of text appeared in his mind.

Yun Changan muttered to himself, "That weird old man is really strange. He told me how to use Daoyuan without saying anything."

He slowly stood up and dusted off his body. The Yuanxu Body Refining Gate had not disappeared yet, and the mysterious light on his body also disappeared at this time, but he did not notice it.

The source of Tao in his hand unfolded again as Yun Changan's mind moved. The illusory figure of the old man in white jumped onto the paper, but this time, there was no strange power. He transferred his vitality to the white paper.

Not long after, the white paper became different from before. Three iron chains appeared, emerging from the book and coming in front of Yun Chang'an.

As Yun Chang'an pointed, the three iron chains understood his instructions and ran straight towards the Yuanxu Body Refining Gate not far away.

Wrapped around the gate facing the sky, a series of crackling sounds could be heard, and the iron chain was wrapped around the door dozens of times, getting tighter and tighter.

In an instant, he was pulled into the book, and the iron chain followed the Yuanxu Body Refining Gate into it, and the figure disappeared.

Yun Chang'an looked towards Daoyuan and saw a pattern on it, the same as the one under his feet.

Looking back, it said: Yuanxu Body Refining Sect, belongs to the great body refining path, gathers the essence of cultivators of all races, transforms it into a place of trial, strengthens the physique of cultivators who enter this path, the space it is in is in chaos, Xi Wudao is the last generation of master of this path, after his death, this path is hidden within the great path.