Under the gaze of the silent eye, the dark cavern was constantly refracted with a chaotic light and ripples, one after another. Each hedron is like a key, silently playing a melody.

From the abyss beneath your feet, it reverberates to the distant sky overhead.

Even though that war has been over for hundreds of years, the song still echoes through this battlefield, the remnants of the glorious battles of the past etched in the ether.

Ye Qingxuan leaned against the wall, sat on the horizontal crystal pillar, and quietly stared at the bright light. Compared to such a large ruin, humanity is as small as dust.

"Rejection of ......"

Ye Qingxuan muttered softly, thinking silently.

The core of the Forbidden School lies in the construction of order and the interference of nature, and in this regard, he feels that perhaps he will have a new understanding of the Forbidden School in the chaotic aetheric environment.

But after coming here, he realized that he was thinking too beautiful.

As soon as Bolero's thoughts extended from his fingertips, the water vapor thoughts dissipated in an instant, and the water vapor was too fragile to detect such a chaotic environment.

So, you have to change the medium.

He cut open his fingertips, and a line of blood faintly floated out, spreading in all directions, refracting the faint moonlight. The moonlight spread in all directions, touched by the aetheric turbulence, rippling like the light of water.

Then, in the darkness, the sound of a heartbeat sounded.

In the air, the dust fluctuated, drifting like a dance, and was faintly formed in a small circle inspired by the sound of the heartbeat.

The ring of dust slowly expanded, enveloping Ye Qingxuan's body.

In the Ring of Dust, the turbulent Aether seems to have entered a stable white zone, no longer violently colliding and changing. Tranquility was restored. The small ring of dust expanded to about five meters, and collapsed like a blister.

Ye Qingxuan's heart beat chaotically, and his complexion changed.

After a short break, the ring of dust slowly spreads again.

In the midst of this chaotic environment, he is trying to carve out a stable area of music theory. After dozens of attempts, it was finally difficult to maintain a range of five meters.

Within those five meters. The wind and waves are calm, even if the ring of dust is the raging sea.

Sweat oozed faintly from Ye Qingxuan's forehead.

If it weren't for Xiao Yuan, he would definitely not dare to mess around in such a place comparable to a black zone. But since the opportunity is rare, why not try to build a stable white zone from scratch on your own?

Establishing Order, Nature, and Theory...... This is the essence of the Forbidden School. There's no better way to grasp the essence than to experience it yourself.

It's just that this feeling of suffocation as if bearing 10,000 tons of water pressure is too reluctant.

In the dead silence, Ye Qingxuan could only hear his heavy gasps and tired heartbeat, and every time he beat, he seemed to be carrying a thousand pounds of weight.

It took him a long time before he got used to the pressure.

He slowly removed the food. Chewing slowly, he ate a small portion, and then packed up the rest of the food - he had made up his mind to fight a long battle, and unless he found some way, he would die here.

Three days later, Ye Qingxuan crawled out of the pitch-black cave, his face was pale, and his eyes were black.

Rao was pretended to be well-prepared, but he also neglected one thing......

Where the Aetheric environment is chaotic. Unless there are special utensils, food preservation is a ridiculous thing.

As a matter of fact. Six hours later, he found that all his dry food had become moldy, dehydrated, and discolored...... There was also a part that didn't seem to have changed, but Ye Qingxuan didn't dare to eat it.

So, for the past two days, he was hungry and hard to come down.

As a result, it seems that nothing is understood.

Truly. In the past two days, he has made considerable progress in the knowledge of the forbidden faction and the aether, but the proposition of 'renunciating himself' is still not progressing, and he almost abandoned himself in that pit.

Starved to death.

If it weren't for the assistance of Ren Du's armor, he wouldn't have the strength to climb up.

Now Ye Qingxuan is full of the words 'hungry' and 'miserable'. I even have the urge to eat dirt. To make matters worse, he found that the horse he was tying to a tree had run away at some point.

Ye Qingxuan grabbed the half-broken reins, and only felt that there was nothing to love.

"Oh my God, hate, starvation......"

The young man wrapped in a big turban looked up to the sky and sighed.

The cry of sorrow was heard for kilometers away, mixed with the sound of the wolf's howl, indescribably desolate-

"Wolves?"

Next to the fire, Donald subconsciously pressed the hilt of the sword, and soon, it was released.

Around a few fires, a convoy of dozens of wagons set up a small camp around a col. The merchants, who had been on the road for a day, got into their tents and fell asleep, snoring everywhere.

There were only a few burly men sitting on the wheels, chatting casually. Beside them, freshly oiled bows and crossbows were shining, and there were even a few alchemical crossbow arrows. Generally speaking, such forbidden items are not allowed in caravanserans, but who really cares about the law in such a desolate place on the edge of the kingdoms?

The robbers and bandits wouldn't, and neither could the merchants in order to protect themselves.

"Chief, I told the rabbit to put down the traps. A big man with a long sword sat next to him, and said while roasting the fire: "Whoever wants to come over in the middle of the night to play, you have to weigh your own life." To be honest, I was looking forward to them coming. ”

"Don't say things like that. ”

Donald shook his head: "Unlucky. ”

"Be careful, isn't it?" the man laughed playfully.

Donald was speechless, just looked at the iron basin hanging from the fire, thought for a moment, and grabbed two wild vegetables from his backpack and threw them in. In the iron basin, a pot of messy stew is bubbling, exuding a taste that is definitely not delicious.

In the barren mountains and mountains, some can be eaten, why should you pay so much attention?

Soon, the soup boiling in the iron basin was about to boil. It was bubbling, but the iron basin shook instead, as if it were shivering.

Earthquake?

Wrong......

Donald's face changed, and he lay on the ground and listened carefully: "It's the sound of horses' hooves." ”

Before the words fell, the sound of the horse's roar sounded faintly from a distance. This was followed by a sharp whistle, which had just sounded. It came to an abrupt end, as if it had been choked.

The big man jumped up from the fire: "Boss!

Donald got up, eager to kick the crow's beak into the fire.

"I still need to say it!"

Soon, after the tumult and chaos of the camp, all the men of the fighting force were assembled, sword and crossbow in hand, nervously watching the light of the distant line of torches and the approaching horse carath.

In the wind, someone shouted excitedly.

"Friends in front, please stop!"

Donald stepped forward. Pulling the sword out of its scabbard, he said, "If you're looking for money, we can scrape together a little money for you here." It's not easy for everyone to come out and run life. Why don't we do each other a favor?"

The horse team stopped not far away.

A charge away.

I vaguely saw someone pull out the saber and rub it on the saddle with a sharp voice.

"How much?" said a hoarse voice, "How much money do you want to buy your life?"

Donald's face changed, he looked at the few colorless businessmen behind him, and turned around and said a number, which is not small.

The leader's hoarse voice burst out laughing.

Someone urged him to step forward. Throw something outside of the crossbow's design range. The defending crowd was stunned for a moment and hurriedly retreated. But the thing was tumbling in the air. Falling within the illuminated range of the torches, it eventually rolled down at Donald's feet.

That's a human head.

"Rabbit?" he was stunned, recognizing the companion and the whistle that had not had time to fall from his mouth.

The horse staggered by, a beautiful sword, and there was no painful expression on his face until he died.

"That little money. It's too little, so I'll keep it for you to raise chickens. ”

The hoarse voice said lightly, and the horse bandits laughed.

"Think about it again, and give me a number again. ”

Donald gritted his teeth and looked back at the merchants.

"No more. The merchant leader's face turned pale: "There is no profit to be made on this trip." Each of us is in debt. You were hired by us, you can't help them, go and defeat those guys......"

Donald's face was gloomy, and he lifted his head on the ground: "Look at this cut, their saber system...... Those guys were no ordinary horse bandits, they were elite cavalry from the Caucasian Federation.

They had thirty horses, at least forty men, and one charge was enough to crush our camp.

I've already died, and I've taken your money, and I don't even care if I die, but you have to think about how many people will be able to escape after the camp is breached? Will you be able to escape, and will you be able to keep your goods?"

The merchants fell silent, looked at each other, and soon a new number came out.

The hoarse voice didn't laugh, as if it was groaning.

"Originally, this number was a lot, and you were very sincere, but ......"

His painting style changed, revealing a hint of playfulness: "Are you sure you count the goods of the 'Chainsaw Brothers' in the carriage?"

Donald froze, turned his head, and looked at several merchants, who looked away from him. Someone whispered: "This is a secret of the Chamber of Commerce, and we don't want to hide it." ”

"Damn, you killed me!"

Donald gritted his teeth: "These bastards even know what you have, there are ghosts in your own chamber of commerce, and we were targeted when we set off!"

"What now?" someone asked in a trembling voice.

What else can I do?

A roaring sound erupted in the wind, and crossbow arrows whistled, Donald's arm jerked up, and the spine of his sword blocked the arrow. The bolt was torn apart, and a crack appeared on the spine of his sword.

Donald's face twitched, he gritted his teeth, and chanted in a low voice: "My heart is like iron, and my blood is like fire." ”

As a result, the blade of the sword burst into flames, and the entire sword instantly turned into a blade of fire - this is the best alchemy armament, the capital and hole cards for his life.

But it was too late.

The sound of the galloping horses was already close at hand. (To be continued.) )