"Calm your emotions."

"Let your spirit break free from the shackles of your flesh and spread your wings of freedom."

"Feel the elements of life in the soil and air, accept them, and blend them in."

There was an ethereal whisper in Fenglan's ears.

The sound is a bit like a bell carrying the vicissitudes of ancient times, coming through the ages.

Feng Lan gradually focused, and gradually felt the sand flowing between his fingers, no different from the statue's hands that had been inserted into the earth.

It's just that he doesn't perceive anything.

After a long time, the whole person seems to be on the monstrous waves, the more you want to dive, the more the waves rush to the sky, and the sky is getting closer and closer.

At some point, a tree root appeared between the hands, and the roots that grew strung together the sand and gravel between the hands, and strung together with the human being.

The energy in Fenglan's body continued to pour into the roots, and slowly, the soul dived down along the roots of the tree that spread underground.

It's as if, when the first step is taken, it is a matter of course to go further afield.

Dirt, gravel, and roots and tendrils of trees are becoming more and more a part of the body, and you can truly feel the life force of the earth.

Feng Lan felt that he was walking into a dark wood, and the roots of the trees he touched seemed to be an extension of his body.

The woods, alive, full of vitality, filled with cheering and lively atmosphere, the elements of life hidden in the woods are accepting the arrival of new members.

The low chant in his ears seemed to come through a flood tunnel, and it seemed to spread to the unknown void.

The wind stopped slightly, holding on to a withered small tree, and gasped softly.

The withered little tree, the soil at the root is loosened, there are clouds floating, the roots continue to absorb the nutrients in the soil, a green leaf bud slowly grows, and soon the second and third pieces, a small emerald green tree grows in a blink of an eye.

Lifelike furry faces appeared on the leaves, staring at the strange human faces of the small tree.

Feng Lan suddenly felt that there were a pair of eyes on his body, and he was following the roots of the tree that grew, diving deeper into the mountain.

All the rocks encountered are penetrated and softened by the roots of the tree, making them an excellent source of nutrients.

Fenglan has no distracting thoughts, and goes with the flow, along the roots of the tree, through one piece of land after another.

From time to time, the sound of the waves in his ears would make him stop and listen.

Sometimes, you can really feel the scars in the depths of the earth, or the hot lava raging, or the violent crushing of the powerful crustal movement.

Sometimes, the roots of the tree have to take a detour through the unfathomable dark holes, and Fenglan can control his curiosity and not look at it.

It's just that a huge hole shaped like a lamp blocks the way.

Even if it is the root of a tree, there is no way back, no way forward.

Feng Lan slowly took out the orange giant sword in the sword box, exhaled lightly, broke away from the traction of the tree's roots, and stepped into the huge hole.

In the hole, I can't see my five fingers.

The blade of the Absolute Immortal Greatsword occasionally clanged, as if it was a warning from the guardian of the Divine Sword.

Fenglan hesitated a little, but still did not stop and continued to move forward.

He was sure that this was the place he had to be.

"Archmage!"

A voice carrying earth-shaking power seeped from the cave wall and enveloped the wind and waves.

"Time, it's been a long, long time!"

The voice with terrifying power whispered.

Feng Lan walked towards the location where the voice came from, eager to find out.

His gaze gradually adjusted to the darkness of the cave, and he could clearly see the uneven walls of the cave, the deep wound-like cracks, and the faint wriggling in the depths.

There was no road ahead, so he naturally walked along the widest of the wounds.

Feng Lan suddenly noticed that his legs, body, arms, and even his head were being recast by the melted sediment, and a colorful spar was inlaid between his eyebrows, and his eyes were blind.

Whew~, the wind roared strangely, making a dull and hoarse muddy sound.

Feng Lan said in his heart: "My soul has been reshaped into this deformed and weird image, not a human image. ”

"Archmage, do you remember the contract we used to read together?"

The voice with terrifying power asked leisurely.

"I don't remember." Fenglan said honestly, "Who are you?" ”

"Uh~", the voice was very helpless, paused for a moment, "You are too weak, what can you do when you come?" ”

Feng Lan couldn't figure out the truth, and the huge body reshaped from dirt and gravel gradually felt the changes in the cave, which was a real feeling of flesh and blood.

That is to say, Fenglan's mysterious figure has long been integrated with the cave's hole.

He kept moving until he saw a cloud of white clouds floating, and there seemed to be a man standing inside the cloud, with his hands behind his back, staring at the wind.

As Feng Lan approached, the white clouds rolled backwards, revealing a mysterious-looking humanoid creature in front of Feng Lan.

This humanoid creature resembles a paper figure made of white paper, with silver hair floating without wind, and the tips of the hair seem to be clusters of fine arrows.

"It's like that." The white paper man spoke, his voice much softer, "The old dragon king will not dissuade you, let you come here." Does it want you to end my life and let me fall into samsara? ”

The white paper man pondered for a moment, shook his head and said, "I can't see the slightest possibility." ”

"Who are you?"

"You'd better keep your curiosity under control and don't allow yourself to continue to devour and harness forces that aren't under your control.

That's a power that's completely beyond your comprehension. ”

"What should I do? I can't help myself. ”

"The usual stupidity of the archmage always brings unreasonable disasters."

Feng Lan slowly raised the Absolute Immortal Sword, the tip of the sword was aimed at the white paper, and said in a deep voice: "Who are you?" ”

"This sword is the condensation of the blood of the primeval god king.

I am of the same origin and quality as the sword, and I am born with heaven and earth.

The 'Taicang Soul Stone' on your body will continue to nourish the sword, causing the soul power of the sword to erode you and control you.

What you get is not a gift, but a curse of flesh and blood.

Only when you sign the sophistication contract and complete the sacred and noble mission of the archmage can you save yourself and live with heaven and earth. ”

"I want to be free."

The peerless giant sword in Feng Lan's hand pierced into the heart of the white paper man.

The white paper man's heart spewed out not blood, but black fire.

Black fire wrapped around the orange sword, burning fiercely.

The white paper man smiled shallowly.

"We're going to be one.

Here, I want to thank you.

Because, you're more stupid than any archmage ever before.

In the past, the archmages still knew what power was, what power was given to it, and who would decide how power was used. ”

"Yes, I think, therefore I am, and my will is only my will, not governed by anything else."

Fenglan began to try to summon the Oriental Yubai in the depths of his mind.

Mountains and rivers are moving, and this huge body reshaped from dirt and gravel constantly senses the power coming from the cave wall, as if there is endless power and energy gushing out of the center of the earth, constantly converging.

It's just that when he could feel that he was carrying a majestic mountain range on his back, his soul power quickly dried up and turned into a state of collapse.

The white paper man laughed and shook his little pointed head.

"Sign it, my friend."

With the voice of the white paper man's voice, a contract slowly appeared in the black fire burning on the sword body, and there were as many as twelve names signed on the signature part.

The brightest name is "Tianhong".

Fenglan thought of one of his ancestors, who was called "Tianhong", and his own generation was also the "Tian" generation.

Fenglan tried to resist, but he was already carrying a towering mountain range, and the mountain was showing signs of collapse.

At this moment, he could no longer control himself, and his right hand naturally pointed to the signing position on the contract, and a huge pen naturally appeared.

Fenglan wrote the powerful word "Tianlan".

In an instant, the oriental fish white in the depths of his mind suddenly appeared, and the flames in the space poured into the eyebrows like a tidal wave.

Feng Lan quickly clenched the hilt of the sword, swung upwards vigorously, and forcibly cut the white paper figure in half.

The black fire gushing out of the white paper man's body poured into the eastern fish white.

Gradually, the white paper figure turned into a dead branch stuck in a crack in the rock.

"You kill it, and you'll be the only guardian of the Trick Pact."

The old voice slowly reached my ears.

A scorching, stinging pain came from the depths of his mind.

Fenglan couldn't help but let out a strange roar like a beast's roar.

Suddenly, he fixed his eyes on the fish-white frost in the east, and there was a small and tiny branch inserted in the earth.

The old voice admonished: "Let yourself become a mortal who can integrate into the soul origin of the world, change yourself, and protect the world." ”

The old voice murmured, "They will come to this world in the near future." ”

Fenglan slowly got rid of doubts and fears, and walked out of the cage of the unknown.

The mountain breeze came slowly, and the huge body of earth and gravel was blown away little by little, and the energy contained in it continued to condense towards the Absolute Immortal Ancient Sword.

The Absolute Immortal Ancient Sword is more like an eye moving on a high mountain.

The tall and majestic mountains have long been at the feet, and have long become a playground for the soul of the wind to go at will.

The withered tree, its roots still deeply rooted in the soil, waited patiently.

Feng Lan slowly closed his eyes.

Three mysterious little hands quietly appeared, constantly stirring and enveloping in the air.

Feng Lan sensed three branches and slowly shook them in the air, each shaking out a whirlpool that tore through the void.

After a long time, he slowly inserted the Absolute Immortal Ancient Sword into the soil at the top of the mountain.

The ancient sword issued a declaration that pierced through the sky: in order to protect this world, any huge price must be paid.

The power of the origin contained in this artifact is extending into the depths of the mountains.

"So, what about me?"

Feng Lan slowly opened his eyes and stared at Gu Jian and asked.

That contract, Dongfang Yubai, which slowly appeared in his mind, and the two words of "Tianlan" flashing orange were extremely dazzling.

A responsibility.

It is also a shackle.

Will there be an end to the mission that our ancestors have been fulfilling?