Infected by inexplicable emotions, Wu Ziling is not in a good mood to continue to enlighten now.

Along the second floor of Taixuan Pavilion, I walked around and wandered around casually. Anyway, he can enter and leave the Taixuan Pavilion at will, and there are no taboos. The coming day is long, and there is no need to rush for a while.

After walking around for about a while, Wu Ziling found that not all the Taoism in these two layers were recorded in bamboo slips, but some were also stored in Taoist books, scrolls, and even some were carved on ancient oracle bones.

There are many different types and types.

Wu Ziling was fascinated, and at the same time, he was also very curious, why could he realize the Tao so quickly?

Although he is still an out-and-out novice in his cultivation, according to the sect master, the so-called Yuan Spirit Body should not have such a magical side, and the Ancestral Land Immortal Tablet can confirm all this.

"What's the problem then? Is it the change brought about by the experience of Xianwutai?" Wu Ziling thought casually.

The people who were paying attention to Wu Ziling saw that Wu Ziling was walking around here, with different expressions, most of them with strange expressions. Someone couldn't help but whisper, "Why are you going up to the second floor if you don't realize it?"

"Forget it, there's nothing to look at, let's go. Some of them saw that there was nothing to look at, so they sneered casually and went down the stairs in a scattered manner.

Wu Ziling was thinking about his own affairs with one mind, forgetting things and me, and didn't care about other people's actions at all. After walking around, before he knew it, he was on the stairs to the third floor.

He didn't feel like he was in a good place today, so he just wanted to walk around more.

“...... What kind of disciple is this person? Even if he has some talent, he has not yet come into contact with the second layer, so he delusionally wants to go to the third layer?"

"The third layer of Taixuan is just some ancient relics, and it is stipulated that we are not allowed to touch it, these Taoisms are basically impossible to study, besides, those who can go to the second layer of Taixuan can go to the third layer, what are you excited about, you haven't gone up!"

"Yes, there's nothing to look at, let's disperse, but then again, which disciple is this kid?

When the students shook their heads and glared at each other, Wu Ziling had already stepped on the third floor of Taixuan.

After a few steps in, Wu Ziling found that the scenery around him had changed greatly in the hazy moment, and in the hall of gossip, the four walls of the luxurious hall had become broken walls, and the dust on the wooden ground had not been piled up a little.

The bookshelves in the center have long been dilapidated, leaning crookedly against each other, and the bamboo slips that should have been on the shelves have also scattered on the ground around them one by one, and even the titles of some old Taoist books are no longer recognizable under the covered dust.

The bookshelves in the distance were slightly intact, but they were also covered with dust, and the shelves looked gray.

"Why don't you clean it?" Wu Ziling muttered, he just bent down, wanting to pick up a Taoist book to clean up, and when he felt it carefully, there was a sound full of vicissitudes in his ears.

"The rule of the ancestors, when you enter here, you must not touch everything here!" This is the voice of the 8th ancestor, obviously to stop his behavior.

Wu Ziling immediately stopped his figure and got up, he didn't want to violate the rules here.

"If I don't read it, how can I realize it" Wu Ziling frowned and slowly paced along the path between the bookshelves.

Walking and walking, Wu Ziling didn't care how much dust there was on the ground, and sat down casually after finding an open space. With one hand on his chin, propped up on his thigh, his handsome face with a hint of sorrow on it, quite like a contemplative person.

From time to time, he raised his head and looked around. Sometimes his eyes are closed, and his eyebrows are slightly lowered.

Time is passing, and the onlookers who came to Taixuan Pavilion have already gone to the empty building, and they are enlightened in a ruins that are not touched by anything, which is destined to touch a nose of ash.

Instead of doing something meaningless here, it is better to hurry up and cultivate, or go and drink the good wine in the pot.

As the sun set, the afterglow reflected this bronze pavilion in red, and in a blink of an eye, Wu Ziling had been here for nearly a day.

Now that he has breathed in the four heavens, he won't feel much hunger if he doesn't eat for one or two meals.

For some reason, Wu Ziling felt warm all over his body, and the fatigue of the day was emerging at this moment.

Tiredness and sleepiness welled up in his heart, Wu Ziling crossed his hands, pillowed behind his head, leaned back, and lay on the ground like this. Narrowed his eyes, and before he knew it, he fell asleep.

Soon, the slightly frowning brows gradually relaxed, the corners of his mouth pursed slightly, and Wu Ziling fell asleep heavily.

In the dream, Wu Ziling was also in a glorious treasure pavilion, and the colorful patterns flowed in the air like a long horse, as if he was in an illusory fairy world, gorgeous and solemn.

One side lacks a head and broken horns, and the five-colored seal as clear as jade rises and falls in the air, and tens of thousands of blue lights coil around its body like a dragon.

Every time the big seal rises and falls, there is a feeling that the void is being suppressed, this heaven and earth seem to be shaking, the avenue is wailing, and its momentum is not weaker than the avenue of heaven and earth. The thousands of dark green rays that fell from it were as dense as a waterfall rain curtain.

It's still broken.

Wu Ziling felt its immense momentum comparable to the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth, what would it be like if it was complete? He didn't dare to imagine how great the Xuantian Great Seal composed of countless patterns in front of him would be if it was displayed by a person.

Collapse of the Ten Thousand Paths? Maybe.

Could this be the legendary "immortal law"? Maybe it's really just a dream!

The big seal in Wu Ziling's eyes is like a mountain, and he can't tolerate anything else in his eyes. Around the shattered Great Seal, there were countless tiny Dao Talismans circling around the Great Seal, not half an inch away, but they could not get even half a minute closer.

"It was one, but now it is separated, and although it cannot be returned, it is also close at hand. Oh, maybe you are more bitter than me!" Wu Ziling suddenly felt a feeling, his eyes were slightly moist, and he sighed with a sad emotion, full of countless complicated feelings.

Wu Ziling stepped forward and raised his hand with one hand, wanting to touch these Dao talismans as thin as grains of sand, trying to feel them.

Although he knew very well that these Dao Talismans had no life and could not be communicated, they were just the substantive embodiment of the Dao rules between heaven and earth. But even so, it still can't stop his impulsive and unstoppable heart.

Isn't he somewhat similar to these talismans?

Fingers tapped lightly, for fear of breaking them up.

"Boom"

In an instant, it was like a flood bursting the embankment, and the water of the Nine Heavens was tilted, and at this time, all the Dao Talismans were the same, and the Dao Talismans were rolling like a tide, and they actually left the Great Seal and attacked his palm.

The sand-grained Dao talisman was gathering in Wu Ziling's palm at a speed visible to the naked eye, as if it was building a prototype.

When the prototype of a horn appears, there are flowers, birds, fish and insects faintly engraved on it. Wu Ziling realized that this was really one of the corners of the great seal in front of him!

(The undefeated "Holy War Blood Sea" is not bad, friends who like it can go and take a look.) ）