As Qianzhou once saw in a book: "I often hear that it is not people who are diligent in seeking knowledge, but those who know are diligent in seeking others." But I know it's wrong. Those who know it do not seek others, but they go out and chase people away. Its carving is deep and ruthless, like an eagle and a dog chasing a rabbit. ”

It is impossible to verify who its author is, but the approximate meaning of this passage is:

I have often heard that it is not people who are seeking knowledge, but knowledge that is constantly seeking people. However, I know that this is also wrong. Knowledge is not about chasing people, but about chasing people. Its pursuit is as cruel and relentless as a falconry hound's pursuit of a hare.

"Knowledge" here does not refer only to skills that ordinary people can learn, but by extension, "the ultimate of things".

For example, the "Tao" in Taoism, the "Taiyi" in alchemy, the "sympathy between heaven and man" in Confucianism, and the "Mahayana" in Buddhism...... Such pursuits are the pursuit of people's "knowledge".

Nowhere is this more profound than in the transcendental.

It's hard to tell whether the transcendent is moving forward because of one of their own ideals, or whether they're being chased and staggered forward.

"Do you want to move on?" Qianzhou put his arm around the girl beside him.

Jiang Qinghan leaned half of his body on Qianzhou's body, and indigo-colored blood vessels could be seen on his plain white slender palm. The green silk has been wet with sweat, and a few strands of hair are attached to the face, but the embarrassment adds a bit of charm.

The two of them couldn't remember how far they had gone, and they didn't have the extra energy to count after entering the depths of the white mist.

And Pei Xing and Jiang Xuance, who were on the edge of the white mist, couldn't see the backs of the two at all, and could only pray silently in a hurry.

Jiang Qinghan breathed a sigh of relief, removed his hand from Qianzhou, and straightened his body again.

"You go first. Jiang Qinghan brushed the green silk stuck to his face to the back of his head, "My limit is probably nearby." I'm satisfied to see so much. ”

Qianzhou glanced at Jiang Qinghan, and then said, "Then you just wait for me here for a while, and I'll be back soon." ”

Jiang Qinghan nodded.

Qianzhou lifted his feet and stepped out in one step.

It's just one step, but it's always through a barrier. Behind him, Jiang Qinghan's figure and voice were all buried in the white mist.

Qianzhou calmed down the essentia surging in his body and looked up at the shadows in the mist.

Although there was still a considerable distance away from the mythical beast, the general outline could already be seen as the white mist spread.

The slender dragon was prostrate on the ground, and its huge body rose and fell slightly, as if it had fallen into a false sleep. The beautiful bifurcated horns point from the skull to the sky, like a majestic crown.

The crimson mane extends back from the neck, like a fire that never goes out. The dark yellow scales are simple and heavy, like the steel that has been tempered by a skilled craftsman, and the patterns on them are dazzling and fascinating just by revealing a little.

An invisible glow burst out from his body, piercing heaven and earth, past and present, leaving a feather of auspicious light before the novelist's eyes, but soon obscured by white mist.

The dead behemoth still seemed to be breathing, and a thick white mist erupted from its mouth and nose as its massive body rose and fell.

What a magnificence, what a mysterious!

Qianzhou just cast a glance and couldn't help but close his eyes. Scarlet blood flowed down the corners of his eyes, across his pale cheeks, and trickled to the ground.

Qianzhou snorted and half-crouched down, and the essentia in his body began to fluctuate disorderly, as if to praise the greatness he had just glimpsed.

Just by a vague glance, a lot of incomprehensible knowledge flowed into the soul through Qianzhou's gaze.

It's like thousands of people in thousands of different languages, singing thousands of hymns in the minds of thousands of boats.

Although Qianzhou couldn't understand the meaning, the words themselves carried incredible power. With no one restrained, Yu Qianzhou's mind rampaged.

Qianzhou's soul will seem to be shattered for a while, and it will be like being burned for a while. There are even some strange powers that are directly fed back to the body through the soul.

It wasn't until the brain actively deleted a lot of incomprehensible "knowledge" out of self-protection that the situation improved.

Qianzhou stood up and wiped his face. It was found that not only the eyes, but also the mouth, ears and nose were oozing salty blood.

Sensing the strangeness of his arm, Qianzhou rolled up his sleeves and found that a layer of fine scales had grown on his arm.

Half of these scales are translucent green jade, like expensive glass, and half are heavy dark yellow, like forged steel. The two scales snapped together, covering Qianzhou's arms tightly.

With the restoration of the state of the thousand boats, the essentia of circulation tends to stabilize again. The scales fell off their arms and clinked to the ground.

Qian Zhou picked up a scale with his fingers and put it in the palm of his hand. But soon the scales turned grayish-white as if weathered, and at the slightest touch they dispersed into powder and melted into the white mist in the sky.

Qianzhou raised his head again, but the white mist regrouped with the flow, and only a vague silhouette of the mountain-like beast in the distance remained.

Qianzhou endured the discomfort and pressure and took a few more steps forward, and did not stop until he realized his limits.

Qianzhou's intuition vaguely told him that this was already the farthest place that the [Dragon Gate] level could reach, and no one could guarantee what would happen if he took another step forward.

Qianzhou bit his lip unwillingly—if the distance between Qianzhou and the giant beast was used as a runway, it was just the place where it had just left the starting point.

If you are also a fourth-order, or have already stepped on the [Heavenly Ladder], the secret in the fog will definitely be easily solved. It's a pity......

Now Qianzhou somewhat understands why Jiang Xuance didn't give up when he reached the limit, and what kind of choice Pei Xing faced when he took the initiative to turn back.

Forget it, at least I have a glimpse of the general appearance of this [mythical species].

Qianzhou sorted out his mood for a moment, turned around and walked out of the white mist.

After walking a few steps, the white mist dispersed, and Qianzhou saw the girl standing with a sword.

The snow-white long sword was held in Jiang Qinghan's palm, and the awe-inspiring power emanated from the girl's slender body, like the cold fragrance of white plum in the wind and snow.

Seeing that it was Qianzhou, Jiang Qinghan's tense body relaxed. Seeing that Qianzhou's face was bloody, Jiang Qinghan hurriedly put away [Shuoyue] and hugged Qianzhou's arm.

"It's okay. ”

Qianzhou shook his head: "It's just a small injury, but it's a pity that my personality is not high enough, and I can only see a little fur." ”

"It's okay, I'll just come back later. Jiang Qinghan comforted.

"I don't think I have a chance in the future. Qianzhou sighed.

"Why?"

Qian Zhou didn't answer directly, but asked, "Do you know what the mythical species of red mane, yellow scales, and dragon scales around the neck are?"