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In the freeze-frame picture, he was the only one left walking in the void, all the people stopped, the picture turned gray and white, and through the sight, Xie Yan saw the shocked look on their faces. The eleventh layer of qi refining, that is the limit realm that has surpassed the peak, the monks of this realm, it is rare to see in eternity, but once someone appears, then this person must be the pride of this era, proud of the nine heavens, and looked up to by the world.

"In the illusory world for 600 years, observing life and death, and understanding reincarnation, the most precious thing is this understanding, an understanding that has surpassed the limit."

Stepping on nothingness, Xie Yan stepped out of the area of the Ninth Mountain.

Outside, the cliffs are steep.

Xie Yan stepped on the cliff with one foot in this way, his feet floating in the air. Flying in the sky, originally this was a supernatural power that only Zhuji monks could master, but for Xie Yan now, it was so easy, as if he would have been able to control the sky. Stepping on the lonely cliff, Xie Yan stepped on the void and walked farther and farther. The wind and snow were pervasive, and gradually, his figure was hidden by the snow curtain and disappeared.

The picture behind him turned gray and white, and only a Taoist in Tsing Yi sat alone on the edge of the cliff, just like at the beginning.

Click!!

The picture, cracked, like crystal. What was shattered this time was not just the illusion of the bronze gate of the third pass of the ninth mountain before, but time and space. This period of time, which should have been annihilated in time and space, returned to its original position again, and Xie Yan stepped on the snowflakes under his feet and walked out of this time and space little by little.

Stopping, Xie Yan turned his head and saw not the Ninth Mountain, but a gray canvas.

In the picture, the gray sky, the dark ninth mountain, the pale white bronze gate on the mountainside stands on it, there are many people sitting in front of it, and there is only one person sitting in the middle, that person ...... It's Ding Yan. In the previous experience, Xie Yan should have sat on Ding Yan's left side, but now, the position that belonged to him has become blank.

It seems like a dream but not a dream, when you wake up, the memory is still there, and time and space do not exist.

Just like the world in the picture of Kagami Village.

"A painting?"

For some reason, Xie Yanyou remembered the brush on his waist.

This brush can be made out of nothing.

If one day in the future, his strength is enough, can he use this brush to draw such a period of time? From this point of view, could the time and space he stepped into be written by some powerful person with a divine object similar to a brush...... Recall?

Record the memories of a time and space.

Mortals write, immortals draw the way.

It's the same painting, but the way it can be expressed is not the same.

Now that I think about it, this inference is not impossible.

While thinking, Xie Yan left the canvas, and as he continued to move forward, the memories that originally belonged to him began to recover, like a person who woke up from a sleep. Suddenly, Xie Yan seemed to remember something, stopped, and when he wanted to turn back, he found that he had come to a quiet room, with square bricks and bluestones, and candles flickering on both sides. There is a big word 'Dao' hanging in front of it, and the ground starts from the entrance, and three futons are placed in turn, and on the futon at the very end, there is an old Taoist in Tsing Yi.

Lao Dao wears a Taoist temple, gray hair, and a green coat is also covered with dust, he has been sitting here for a long time.

So long that he couldn't even remember it.

"Got it?"

The Taoist turned his back to Xie Yan.

Although he didn't turn back, Xie Yan felt a wave of vicissitudes of time, this was a peerless power, the same as the tower keeper on the first layer and the Tongtian Ancestor Witch on the second layer.

Xie Yan stopped, he knew that this Daoist should be the tower keeper of the third layer.

"Got it."

After sitting down cross-legged, Xie Yan was silent for a while, although he didn't make a sound, but the Taoist heard it.

"Got what?"

The Taoist spoke again, but he still didn't look back.

"Reincarnation and attachment."

Six hundred years of illusion, Xie Yan went from being trapped to death, and then from death to turning into a demon, and finally realized everything, and could break through the void, but the world after that time was still fake, the false Ninth Mountain belongs to the world of memory, which can be described as an illusion within an illusion, but this layer of illusion in the Ninth Mountain is not a complete illusion, because it once existed in real for a certain period of time, just like Jin Yong's novel in Xie Yan's previous life, based on reality, some characters were fictionalized, and Xie Yan is the person who was fictionalized on the ninth mountain.

Originally, all this should have ended when he broke the illusion, but no one thought that the Taoist with the Dao name 'Qianyuanzi' on the top of the mountain would be so terrifying, he saw through everything through the illusion, and gave Xie Yan a chance across time and space, and it was this opportunity that made Xie Yan cross the tenth layer of qi refining that should have been the limit, and reached the eleventh layer.

Tao and chance, who can say clearly.

"So, go ahead." The Taoist voice was very tired.

"This tower is meaningless to you."

"Why? Isn't this the third layer? Xie Yan was stunned for a moment, he had planned to go to the fourth floor after leaving here.

"The third layer? Haven't you noticed? This is not the fourth floor at all, but the eleventh floor of the Inheritance Tower! ”

The voice of the Taoist made Xie Yan's heart shocked.

Eleventh floor?

Isn't there only nine floors in the Legacy Tower? When he first entered the tower, Xie Yan had guessed whether there was still space above the ninth floor, and now it seems that his guess was indeed right. Just, why was he able to get here? This is a level that even the ghost spirit power Danhezi in the past has not reached.

Could it be the finger in the illusion? Xie Yan's mind suddenly recalled the Taoist who was sitting on the ninth mountain.

Qianyuanzi!

"Let's go, if you can go to see the twelfth layer and the thirteenth floor of the Great Perfection before the eons ago, it's a pity that after that catastrophe, the inheritance tower was also damaged, and the top two layers were lost, otherwise the power of this tower can be locked by a few chains."

The Inheritance Tower, as a treasure, seems to have been hit hard before the endless years.

After saying these words, the Taoist stopped talking.

Xie Yan asked a few more questions, but he didn't get an answer, so he got up and saluted, intending to leave.

"The year of the teacher's style in the painting... Who is it? And what is that colorful fairy light? ”

Approaching the exit, Xie Yan suddenly turned his head and asked, his gaze looked directly at the Taoist, he knew this existence, and he must know the answer. Previously, he was in the phantom realm of the painting screen, and his memory was hazy, but after waking up, he clearly recalled that in the phantom realm, his identity was Shi Fengnian.

"That's just a painting."

"And I'm just an ordinary painter." After the Taoist finished speaking, he lowered his head, and the breath on his body faded little by little, and after a few breaths, he was completely silent.

He's dead.

Although it was just an obsession, Xie Yan saw that this person was extraordinary.

Unlike the humility of the first-layer tower guards, nor like the domineering of the second-layer tower guards, Tongtian Ancestor Wu, the tower-keepers on this layer did not tell Xie Yan his identity from beginning to end, but Xie Yan understood that this must also be one of the strongest nine people in the past.

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ps: Internet café update, it's too noisy. So the update is chaotic, and I hope to understand.