The rag picking sister turned out to be a weapon refiner

But there was no other way now. Hu Xingtong could only try to focus his mind, close his eyes and force himself to calm down. Although he no longer had the power of his soul and had lost the characteristics of his primordial spirit, he had still practiced and still remembered the mantras of the exercises. If he calmed down and felt the structure of this world, perhaps he would succeed.

My master taught me that the composition of the world is inseparable from three factors: the origin of the creation of the world, the elements that make up the world, and the living beings that move in the world.

Chen Wu said that the gap in time is the gap in the world. If we look at the physical structure between objects, gaps will appear at the connection between the worlds due to different densities. Chen Wu also said that the two-dimensional world and the three-dimensional world, and the low-dimensional world and the high-dimensional world are all constructed differently.

Therefore, from a physical perspective, the density composition between the worlds is different, which creates a gap, and thus constitutes a time gap. Then, from a chemical perspective, the gap will inevitably come into contact with the living matter of the two worlds, or the living matter of other worlds, and will be filled. Therefore, the things in it are ultimately the matter of each world.

So, suppose you are in the gap between three-dimensional and two-dimensional time, then the laws that prevail here may be the composition laws of the three-dimensional world or the composition laws of the two-dimensional world. If you expand your imagination, if time and space exist here, then to leave here, do you only need to understand the composition of time and space?

So what is time and what is space?

This is undoubtedly a huge thing that requires countless time to understand, so Hu Xingtong is not in a hurry. The worst that can happen is that he will die here. At least he has tried his best.

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During the short six months that Hu Xingtong and Bai Chengyan had been away, the news that Hu Xingtong had lost his soul in the magic sea spread like wildfire. The sudden appearance of Tan Luo and Bai Chengyan in the magic land also made many magic cultivators worried and frightened.

No one knew when the woman in Tan Luo's arms woke up. All they knew was that since then, Young Master Zuoya had sent people to look for something everywhere. Spiritual medicines, spiritual plants, and spiritual treasures were continuously sent to Fanyun Sect. There were complaints everywhere among the demon cultivators, but no one dared to say anything.

Because one afternoon, two swords appeared in the sky above the Demon Land. One was Cangying, who had disappeared for a long time, one was Wenhui, the natal sword of the leader of the Yujian Sect, and the other was the sword that had once killed the Demon Lord Zuo Ying. With only these two swords, no one in the Demon Land said anything about Zuo Ya's behavior.

Half a year has passed since then.

"Ruoruo, will Xingxing wake up?" When leaving, Ye Nanhe brought Lingxian out as agreed, and handed Lingxian to Tan Yuruo as Hu Xingtong had originally hoped.

With the help of the Wanshou Sect, Lingxian and Tan Yuruo signed an equal contract, and Ye Nanhe came forward to ask the Qingzhu Sect for elixirs. After Lingxian's injuries were healed, Tan Yuruo stayed in Hu Xingtong's courtyard with Lingxian.

Over the past six months, Lingxian's injuries have gradually recovered, and he has gradually understood the meaning of family and friends. He gets along very well with the people of Fanyun Sect, but... he is reluctant to transform into a dragon.

"Yes, Senior Sister always keeps her promises. She said she would give Senior Brother a sword, and she gave it to me. She said she would give me a weapon, and she would definitely give it to me. Besides, if she doesn't wake up, Gu Xing will be gone, and she won't be happy either." Tan Yuruo lowered her head and stroked Yan Hui's head.

The little guy has gained a lot of weight over the years. It can be seen that Hu Xingtong takes good care of him. So the little guy is suffering a lot now. Maybe he knows that something happened to his owner and is unhappy.

"Are you really not going to transform into a dragon? Senior Brother has already sent the Dragon Soul Pill. After you take it, you should be able to avoid the heavenly tribulation and successfully transform into a dragon. This is what Senior Sister promised you."

Ling Xian shook his head. His body was always huge without a human form. During the time he spent in Fanyun Sect, he also learned how to transform and speak human language. However, despite this, he was unwilling to transform for the first time in front of others. It was not for anything else, but for the sleeping person. He had promised to take him out, but in the end he was lying there alone. What a shame.

"This is what she promised me. It's her job, not yours. I want her to wake up and make the elixir for me personally. She can't go back on her word."

Hearing this, Tan Yuruo stopped talking and just stared into the distance in a daze.

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"Xiao Wuzi, how long has it been?" Hu Xingtong opened her eyes, her eyes full of fatigue. She didn't know how long she had been here. She relied on the belief of comprehending the laws to persevere every day.

They stared blankly at the nothingness here. Fortunately, they were lucky and did not see any monsters or anything like that. There were only the two of them in this place, and it was eerily quiet.

"It should be one hundred thousand and sixteen days... No, it's two... three hundred thousand, three hundred thousand... one, two, three, four... three hundred and fifty thousand, and three thousand... I can't count anymore..." Chen Wu sat there for a long time without moving. There was no concept of day and night here. She only relied on drawing words on the ground every day to determine the time. But just like that, she had already painted all around her. The light in her eyes had been worn away by the years.

"It seems like it's been a long time... Chen Wu, let's go home!"

Hu Xingtong's voice was soft, but it seemed to stir up ripples in this endless nothingness. Chen Wu suddenly raised his head, a glint of disbelief flashing in his eyes, which then turned into tears of excitement.

"Go home? Can we really go back?" Chen Wu's voice trembled, as if he couldn't believe this sudden hope.

Hu Xingtong smiled faintly. Although his face was full of fatigue, his eyes gleamed with determination. "Yes, I have fulfilled my mission and succeeded. Although this place is desolate and ethereal, with no support, as you said, others have successfully left before. And I seem to have comprehended the basic laws that make up this world. I'm not sure if I can succeed, but we have to try. Maybe we can find our way home by accident."

Chen Wu stood up, walked to Hu Xingtong, and held her hand tightly: "Did you really do it? Are we really going back?"

Hu Xingtong nodded, his eyes full of tenderness: "Yes, it's OK. Although the power of the laws I have comprehended is not enough to directly open the channel, we can try to build a temporary space bridge and use the power of the laws here to send our souls back to our original world."

Hu Xingtong rubbed her tired eyes. The scene before her was still bizarre, with star-like points of light flickering in the darkness, as if mocking her powerlessness. She took a deep breath, trying to calm her inner turmoil, but the silence around her made her heartbeat even clearer.

"Chen Wu, let's try it." Hu Xingtong's voice echoed in the empty gap. Her voice was firm and powerful, although she herself was not sure whether she could find a way out.