Crossing to Douqi Continent and walking sideways

Xiao Muchen stayed by Wan'er's side, taking good care of her until her injuries finally showed significant improvement. Wan'er's face, which was as pale as paper, gradually regained its color and became rosy; her weak breathing also became steady and strong, like a gentle spring breeze. Seeing Wan'er getting better day by day, Xiao Muchen's heart, which had been hanging in the air, finally settled down a little.

However, he knew clearly that he did not have much time to indulge in this hard-earned peace of mind. The mission of obtaining the Purple Blue Lotus Fire was like a heavy shackle, constantly reminding him not to slack off.

In the middle of the night when it was so quiet that one could hear the sound of falling leaves, when the entire sect was shrouded in deep sleep and fell into a peaceful and tranquil atmosphere, Xiao Muchen tiptoed back to his room. He closed the door gently, fearing that even the slightest sound would break the tranquility of the night.

Then, he sat cross-legged on the bed and took a deep breath, trying to calm his anxious and restless heart. Then, he slowly closed his eyes, concentrated his mind, and immersed his mind in the sea of ​​consciousness, preparing to concentrate on checking the mysterious and complex map instructions.

In the sea of consciousness, the map was like a bright star, emitting a soft and mysterious light. The lines and symbols on the map seemed to be living spirits, dancing slightly in the light, flashing an elusive and strange light.

Xiao Muchen stared at the map intently, his eyes sharp and focused, trying to find the key clue hidden deep in this seemingly complicated and chaotic pattern. His brows were tightly furrowed, forming a deep "川" character, and beads of sweat gradually seeped out of his forehead.

"What does this mean?" Xiao Muchen whispered to himself, his voice full of confusion and anxiety. His brain was working rapidly, like a high-speed spinning windmill, trying to interpret the marks and lines on the map from all angles. He racked his brains to imagine the terrain, direction, or some special hints they might represent. But after deep thinking, each interpretation seemed to have inexplicable contradictions and loopholes, making him feel like he was trapped in an endless fog and couldn't find a way out.

Just when Xiao Muchen felt his thoughts were in a tangle and he was about to fall into despair, his eyes were suddenly attracted by an extremely tiny, almost imperceptible pattern in the corner of the map. This pattern was like a speck of dust, and if he hadn't accidentally glanced at it while staring at it for a long time, it would probably have been buried in the many complex lines.

Xiao Muchen was like discovering a rare treasure. He immediately focused all his attention and stared at the tiny but mysterious pattern without blinking. The pattern showed an ancient and mysterious form, as if it was a rune containing endless power and secrets, exuding an irresistible attraction, as if calling him to uncover the secrets hidden in it.

"Could this be the key?" Xiao Muchen felt a glimmer of hope and excitement, as if he had seen a glimmer of warm and bright light in the dark and cold night. He began to desperately search deep in his memory, trying to find any information related to this mysterious rune.

His mind kept flashing back to the old and heavy books he had read, the thrilling adventures he had experienced, and the difficult and obscure knowledge he had learned. Those scenes were like a quickly flipping picture album, one after another, dazzling.

Finally, he remembered a yellowed ancient book that he had read in the ancient and outdated Sutra Library deep in the sect. It was a book that had been covered in dust over the years and almost forgotten by everyone, and it contained many ancient and mysterious runes and symbols.

Xiao Muchen didn't hesitate at all. He stood up immediately like an arrow and ran towards the Sutra Library at lightning speed.

The Sutra Library is located in the deepest part of the sect, surrounded by ancient towering trees and quiet winding paths. The Sutra Library looks particularly gloomy and silent at night, with only the faint moonlight shining through the mottled windows and struggling to fall on the ground, forming pieces of irregular light and shadow, as if they were mottled traces left by the years.

Xiao Muchen pushed open the heavy and ancient door of the Sutra Library anxiously. The door hinge made a dull "creaking" sound, which seemed particularly abrupt in the quiet night. An old bookish smell came to his face like a tide, and that smell seemed to contain countless wisdom and secrets.

Without caring about anything else, he rushed directly to the bookshelf where the ancient book in his memory was stored. The piles of books on the bookshelf looked blurry under the dim light, like silent giants. Xiao Muchen's eyes quickly swept over the spines of the books, and his forehead was unconsciously covered with beads of sweat, which slid down his cheeks drop by drop, splashing tiny dust on the ground.

As time went by, Xiao Muchen became more and more anxious. His heart beat like a drum, and every beat seemed to urge him to speed up. He was worried that he had remembered the wrong location, and he was also afraid that the precious ancient book was no longer in its original place.

Just when he was about to fall into despair and lose heart, he finally found the familiar yellowed ancient book in a dusty and almost forgotten corner. At that moment, his eyes flashed with excitement, as if a drowning man had grabbed a life-saving straw.

Xiao Muchen couldn't wait to pull the ancient book out of the bookshelf, his hands trembling slightly due to nervousness and excitement. He quickly turned the pages, his fingers quickly flipping through them, his eyes eagerly moving through the densely packed text, looking for records about the mysterious rune.

Finally, on a page that was a little damaged and had yellowed edges, he found the relevant content. Xiao Muchen's eyes suddenly lit up, as if a bright light suddenly lit up in a dark room, and an indescribable joy surged in his heart.

"So that's it!" He said softly, with a hint of excitement and relief in his voice. According to the records in ancient books, this rune represents a specific direction, which may be the key to the Purple Lotus Fire.

Xiao Muchen was overjoyed. With hope in his heart, he hurriedly left the Sutra Library and rushed back to his room. He closed his eyes again, immersed his mind in the sea of consciousness, combined this new discovery with the rest of the map, and began to rethink and interpret it.

He found that the lines on the map seemed to be arranged according to a certain pattern. The direction and curvature of these lines were surprisingly similar to the orbits of stars in the sky.

"Could it be that the guidance of this map is related to the stars?" Xiao Muchen secretly guessed in his heart. This idea made him both excited and nervous. In order to verify his idea, he decided to observe the starry sky for several consecutive nights.

In the following days, whenever night fell and the sky was dotted with stars, Xiao Muchen would go alone to the highest point of the sect, where the view was wide and he could clearly see the vast starry sky.

He looked up at the vast and brilliant starry sky, and compared it with the map in his sea of consciousness, carefully observing the position and movement of the stars. He also held his homemade notes and tools in his hands, recording every subtle discovery and thought.

The cold wind at night was biting and piercing, like a cold blade scraping his face and body mercilessly, but Xiao Muchen was completely unaware. All his thoughts were on the connection between the starry sky and the map, as if the whole world only had him and the mysterious and beautiful starry sky.

After countless sleepless nights of persistent efforts, Xiao Muchen finally determined the general direction indicated by the map. However, he also knew clearly that this was just the beginning. What awaited him ahead was bound to be difficulties and obstacles full of unknowns and dangers.

Xiao Muchen walked out of the room, facing the first ray of sunshine in the morning. The golden sunlight gently sprinkled on his body, illuminating his resolute face and determined eyes.

"No matter how difficult it is, I must obtain the Purple Lan Youlian Fire, make the sect stronger, and prevent Wan'er from any harm." Xiao Muchen swore secretly in his heart. Although his voice was soft, it was full of unswerving belief and indomitable courage, as if he was declaring his determination to the whole world.