Song Ziyang instantly remembered that this golden spirit rune came from Cheng Fan.

Before he died, the guy seemed to want to cast it, but was interrupted by his own astonishing stab.

As soon as his heart moved, his figure flickered, and he came closer, picked it up, and then quickly left here.

He did not go out, but returned to the depths of the dense forest, found a large tree, jumped to the top of the tree, dug a hole in the heart of the tree, and arranged a magic circle around it, as well as a warning circle, before returning to the tree hole.

The warning array is very well arranged, and it is considered the lowest formation, but the phantom array is a little more complicated, and it needs to integrate a lot of array materials, distribute and arrange them in a special way, and form a unique connection with each other.

However, he has been practicing the way of the magic array since he was a child, and although he has not been cultivating for a long time, his immersion is not too deep, but the low-level phantom array is still difficult for him.

It took him about half an hour to set up the phantom array.

From the outside, this huge tree was no different from the other big trees around it, the same leafy branches, the same purple flowers blooming at the top, and the same foul smell exuding outward.

He nodded with satisfaction, sat down cross-legged, sank his mind into the sea of consciousness, and began to cultivate seriously to recover from his physical wounds.

His internal organs were squeezed and displaced by the powerful supernatural secret method, and his body was full of dark wounds, and the exhaustion of his soul was needless to say, but he had no choice, he had to hold on to cultivation, and the most important thing was to recover his body at the moment.

Cultivation on weekdays is extremely consuming of spiritual power, and what increases is the power of yin and yang in the sea of knowledge. Therefore, no one can cultivate endlessly, and they must recover their souls by resting.

This is also the reason why monks who are new to the Qimen must sleep.

Of course, in the later stage of the first realm, and even after reaching the second realm, there is basically no need to rely on sleep to restore the divine soul, because the divine soul is always nourished by the power of yin and yang, and it is enhancing every moment, and the loss of every bit is not as fast as recovery.

By the time of the Fourth Realm Mingshen, the Yin Yang Cultivator could break the shackles of heaven and earth, and his soul was so powerful that it was terrifying, and no matter how long he cultivated, he would no longer feel tired.

At present, Song Ziyang's soul loss is too great, so the simple cultivation of the power of yin and yang is no longer enough.

After refining a large amount of elixir and restoring the power of yin and yang in his body to its peak, he let out a long sigh.

At this time, the whole head was heavy almost like a mountain, pressing against the neck, and involuntarily swaying around, almost out of his control.

His eyes were even more confused, and he only felt that sleepiness kept coming from all over his body, like a tide, completely annihilating his consciousness.

He fell asleep.

But before he fell asleep, he didn't forget to use the yin-yang mirror to hide his breath.

Soon, he fell asleep.

He had a dream that he had become a baby, lying in a cradle, and there was a woman in palace clothes next to him, gently rocking the cradle, and muttering something in his mouth, and there was a faint sadness between his eyebrows and eyes.

But desperately trying to see who this woman is, but I can't see it really.

Beside this woman, there was a man, seven feet long, wearing armor, like an iron tower, and a spear was inserted on the ground on the side, one person and one gun, all standing upright, giving people a feeling of standing up to the sky.

He also desperately opened his eyes, trying to see who this man was, but he couldn't see it all the time.

He just felt sleepy and wanted to sleep, and this cradle gave him a very comfortable feeling, very warm, just like this environment.

I don't know how long he slept, he regained consciousness, and he couldn't wait to open his eyes, wanting to see the man and the woman again, but found that although he was still a baby, everything around him had changed.

There is no palace woman, no man standing up to the sky, and there is not even a cradle under him, lying on a mirror, reflecting thousands of miles of rivers and mountains on the mirror, reflecting the blue sky and white clouds.

He panicked, turned over, and suddenly fell off the mirror, and happened to see that behind the mirror, there were four words "Yin and Yang Shengtong".

Yin-Yang Mirror!

"Whew!"

Song Ziyang sat up and opened his eyes all of a sudden.

He was stunned for a long time, desperately trying to recall the scene in his dream, but found that he couldn't think of anything, the man who stood up to the sky, the woman who was beautiful and fragrant, were all blurred.

Only the yin-yang mirror is extremely clear, and the four words "Yin-Yang Shengtong" are like imprints, showing clearly in his mind.

This night's sleep was extraordinarily comfortable.

Especially when he was lying in the cradle at the beginning, he really felt incomparably warm, incomparably warm, and incomparably happy, as if he was lying on the ...... In the arms of a mother.

"Mother...... The embrace"

He muttered to himself, and for a moment he was a little melancholy.

He didn't know what his mother looked like, and since he could remember, he followed his master to wander until he arrived in Zecheng, Qingzhou, where he settled here and founded the Nine Palaces Sect.

Therefore, what it feels like to be "in the arms of his mother", he can only imagine, but he can't know.

"Is this beautiful woman in palace clothes, and the man who stands up to the sky, his parents? Or is it just his own imagination?"

In the bottom of his heart, this thought flashed subconsciously.

He felt that this should be a memory sealed in the depths of his mind, which was stimulated after this battle between the overdrawn body and the divine soul, and then with the help of the Yin-Yang Mirror, it was revealed in the form of a dream.

Therefore, this man and this woman, nine times out of ten, are their biological parents.

But it's a pity that I can't see the appearance clearly......

There is nothing that can trace the identity clues, and there is no way to find out.

He sat in a daze for a long time before he came back to his senses, two fine lights flashed in his eyes, and he secretly made up his mind that he would continue to practice desperately, stand at the top of the Yin and Yang Gate in the future, and achieve the position of the Dragon Vein Heavenly Master, so that he could use his life experience as the result to calculate the cause of the year and find his true parents.

"The Great Illusion Shifting Talisman?"

"It's ...... Spatial displacement runes?!"

He took out the golden spirit rune, looked at the rune engraved on it, and was taken aback, and a look of surprise appeared on his face.

The space displacement rune is extremely rare, and I really can't imagine that there is such a treasure on the body of this old guy Cheng Fan.

The Great Illusion Shifting Spirit Rune is a kind of spatial displacement rune, and after probing the spirit sense, he already knows the manipulation and casting method of this rune.

At the same time, he also knew how fast this Shifting Rune could be cast.