Luo Yu can think of more and more things, and there are more and more doubts, no, isn't he dead? Even his soul was taken away and sealed in a bottle full of resentful spirits......

Raising his heavy eyelids, Luo Yu looked at the thick mist with a gloomy color in the darkness in front of him, thinking that he understood, those were indeed hallucinations, and the original innocence had really collapsed. But what he couldn't figure out was, where am I now, and where have all those evil spirits gone?

In confusion, he subconsciously took a breath, and the rich aura suddenly rushed into his nose, causing him to cough violently.

After finally calming down, Luo Yu got up and felt the real presence of his body, only to realize that he was no longer a wisp of ghosts. The deeper memories in his mind flipped through, and he finally remembered the fact that he was in retreat and refining his soul. Every illusion in the Thousand Mirrors Realm was so real, no matter how many times he had been in and out, he often couldn't help but be in a trance for a while.

Luoyu checked the jade slip that recorded the illusion, and sure enough, he had not recorded the details of the illusion, and this was because he was unable to wake up after leaving the illusion, and he passed out directly.

This was the second time he had dreamed of that vague dream since he had cultivated.

Luoyu recalls the last experience and quickly finds some connections between the two. Before the last time he entered the vague dream, he was framed and abandoned by someone in the Jichuan Gate in the illusion, and his life was worse than death, and finally he ended his life in the excitement of extreme grief and despair.

And this time, in the illusion, even the whole world was destroyed, not only did he lose everything, but he was also locked in a container full of resentful spirits, his soul suffered from all kinds of extreme negative emotions, and Ling Chi's feeling of being gradually worn out was too unforgettable, too real.

Luo Yu couldn't help but feel his state carefully, and actually found that there was indeed a deep sense of emptiness and exhaustion in the depths of his soul, which made him realize to the horror that the damage suffered by the soul in the Thousand Mirrors Realm was actually real?

At this time, a conjecture appeared in Luoyu's mind that he couldn't deny, was it really related to that vague dream?

Among the other illusions he has experienced, there have been many times of excitement and intense emotions, but on the whole, it is quite within an acceptable range. Although I am sleepy and confused after waking up, I still have the energy to use meditation to recover.

Meditation is actually a waking state, an act of self-conscious consciousness, and of course no dreaming. And the two times he entered the vague dream realm was not his voluntary behavior, but because his spirit was too damaged, he was unable to take the initiative to recover, and he fell asleep directly, and when he woke up again, he was already better.

It was only then that he realized that this dream seemed to have the effect of repairing soul damage and cultivating divine thoughts, and it did not make him sleepy, tired and mentally dazed as he had previously thought. But if that was the case, then how could he have been weakened by this strange dream when he was at home in the past?

Luo Yu pondered for a long time, and suddenly realized that if this strange dream had been cultivating his divine soul, then the reason why his divine soul was relatively mature as pointed out by the master was because of it?

And the first time the strange dream happened, it was on the night of his brother's death, could it be that his soul had been injured by excessive grief, so the strange dream helped him repair it every day?

At that time, he was only a mortal, so he naturally did not realize the specific damage that that heart-rending grief brought to the soul.

Everything seemed reasonable, but after he answered the series of questions himself, an even more difficult question came to his mind - if his speculation was true, he was definitely not the only one who had suffered similar injuries that day. Regardless of others, his parents alone may have suffered far more pain than he did. But why is it that when someone else is hurt, he is just hurt, and why is he the one who has an inexplicable dream to help him repair his soul?

Luoyu thought too big, his mind was stuck in a dead end, and he had to temporarily leave aside this eternal problem that happened to him. Maybe the spirit is right, destiny, destiny, only when the time comes, he may know the answer.

Turning his attention back to the jade slip, Luo Yu began to carefully record the details of the illusion.

In the illusion, with the eyes of a mortal, he could not understand what was happening until he died. But he now knew very well that the crack in the sky was probably a gap in the boundary wall similar to the "Heavenly Void", the "gray light" that was difficult to distinguish color was the invasion of otherworldly energy, and the fleeting "meteor" in the gray fog in the sky was probably the last collision of the monks before they died.

The thing that seemed to him to be unbelievably real was the black talisman in the palm of the soul harvester's hand, which actually matched one of the many talismans he had memorized during the evil sacrifice. Luo Yu even felt a little funny, originally he didn't know the individual effects of those talismans, but he didn't expect to learn one unintentionally in the illusion......

Having not experienced the war of a hundred years ago, it was difficult for Luo Yu to imagine these scenes, but who knew that the Thousand Mirrors Realm was like knowing the blank in his heart, and it really staged a scene of an invasion from another world for him, and it was a tragic situation of a successful invasion.

Thinking of the gray energy that ruthlessly changed everything and obliterated everything that did not conform to their rules, Luo Yu finally understood why the master and the sect master and the others were talking about the change of color, and he hated it deeply. This level of aggression, even if you want to be a deserter, you have nowhere to run, even if you want to surrender, it is impossible to be accepted, this is the real sense of undying.

Preparing to ask the master about the relevant things after going back, Luo Yu made a mark next to this record, looked at the time, and entered the cultivation state again.

At this time, he was like an empty container, just his mind was moving slightly, and those spiritual energy poured into him as if he had found a channel for catharsis. It wasn't until all the mist condensed by the spiritual energy in the meditation room was absorbed cleanly, and Luo Yu stabilized the spiritual power circulation several times, that this cultivation was completely ended.

The effect of this cultivation method is remarkable, and in less than a month, his cultivation has improved a lot again, and the late stage of Gathering Spirits seems to be within reach. It's a pity that every time he is unlucky enough to encounter a fantasy that makes him tired to the point of collapse, he has to stop cultivating and take a good rest.

So Luoyu put away all his things and opened the door of the quiet room, but saw that the steward on duty was already waiting outside the door.

As expected, the steward came to tell him that Xia Yanyin had already left the customs and was waiting for him in the flower hall of Tianji Pavilion.

What? and what? Luoyu was dazzled by this series of place names, and could only be embarrassed to ask the steward to lead the way.