"Master, are you alright?" Qing'er's slightly worried voice came.

"I'm fine."

Wu Wei shook his head, and looked at the Divine Soul Space at this time, but it happened that there was a gray mist slowly flowing by.

This level of gray mist just now made his divine soul tremble, which showed how fragile the divine soul that had just condensed the natal fire and left his body, and how thick the physical barrier was.

Fortunately, there was a Tai Chi Yin and Yang barrier made by Qing'er to protect him, and at this time, the gray mist outside had little impact on his soul.

After thinking about it, he drove the spirit to float forward.

Cangwu took the lead in exploring the way, and the silver arc around his neck flashed, like a silver-white red practice piercing the billowing gray mist.

Wu Wei followed unhurriedly, and after flying for a while, he was already close to the upper part of the aperture, and the facial expressions of everyone in the aperture were already visible.

In the real world, they had no way of knowing that Wu Wei's divine soul was quietly passing by them.

Soon the boundaries of consciousness will be reached.

Wu Wei's divine soul stayed at the boundary of divine consciousness, showing a hint of hesitation on his face.

After a moment of silence, he tentatively crossed the limit boundary of his divine sense.

A feeling of suffocation came over me without warning, like a person who had just learned to swim and stepped into deep water that he had never set foot in.

I was shocked and immediately retreated.

After a careful internal inspection, the condition of the soul was examined, and no damage was found.

It seems to be just an extreme discomfort of stepping into unfamiliar territory.

After resting for a moment, he carefully crossed the limit boundary of his divine consciousness again.

The bottom of my heart once again felt extremely frightened for no reason, as if the next moment the spirit was about to fall uncontrollably into the endless gray mist abyss below.

The small green flame at the mouth of the heart flickered more and more in the gray mist, flickering and flickering.

If the spirit could break out in a cold sweat, then he must have been drenched in cold sweat by now.

Feeling in my heart, wavering in extreme fear and trying to calm down.

He had countless reasons to retreat to the safety of his body, but there was only one reason for him to remain here.

Reason told him that this step was retreated, and he might not have a chance to take it again.

So he didn't retreat.

That little bit of green flame swayed, swayed.

In the endless gray mist, it seems extremely small.

Wu Wei gritted his teeth and persevered, allowing the surrounding gray fog to rise and surge, still like a cold hard stone, pestle in place, unmoved.

The swaying amplitude of the green flame slowly decreased, and finally stabilized again.

Wu Wei let out a long breath.

After such a toss, the spirit was already very tired.

But fortunately, I persevered and finally took this crucial step.

Summoned the cangwu in the distance and flew back to the body leisurely.

......

After the first time the spirit came out of the body, Wu Wei was directly tired and fell asleep for three days.

When I woke up, the back of my head was still dazed, as if I had been hit hard.

"The natal fire that has just condensed is still too weak......"

Wu Wei frowned.

can only wait for the natal fire to slowly grow in the future, and then slowly explore this divine soul world.

There is still one month left before the cultivator officially recruits him to participate in the circle inscription.

He picked up a sketch of the various locations in the underground on the table, and groaned on his face.

After a stick of incense.

Wu Wei's figure appeared in front of a grotto that was deliberately carved into the shape of an attic.

"Zhufa Pavilion, this is it."

After that, he arched his hand to a young man-like late-stage spiritual fetal realm monk guarding the door of the attic and said, "This fellow Daoist, in Xia Wuwei, has just joined the underground. If you want to enter this Dharma Pavilion to have a look, please make it convenient. ”

After returning the salute, the young monk shook his head and said, "Martial Fellow, if you have just joined and have not yet participated in the task of inscribed magic array, you will not be allowed to enter the Dharma Pavilion according to the rules. ”

"Why is that?" Wu Wei was stunned for a moment, then thought about it and had a little guess.

"This ......" the young monk touched his head and coughed lightly, "This is also the rule set by the above. ”

It's also embarrassing to say it directly, the cultivator organization doesn't support idlers, and it's impossible to get benefits without working.

Wu Wei bowed his head, knowing that this young monk also acted according to the rules, and did not embarrass him.

He smiled at his fists and turned to leave.

"Martial arts friends." The young monk suddenly stopped him from behind: "If you only stay on the first floor, it doesn't hurt to go in and have a look." However, the first layer is full of anecdotal classics, and there are no exercises involved. ”

Wu Wei originally came with the mentality of whether he could try his luck and pick a few more fire-based exercises, but when he heard the young monk's words, he was about to decline his kindness, when the words came to his lips, he thought about it and said, "It's okay." Then thank you for your accommodation! ”

On the first floor of the Pavilion, there are rows of wooden cabinets, and the books stacked on top of them have a thin layer of dust on the surface, and it seems that no one has read them for a long time.

Wu Wei picked up a book at random and opened it, and read it hastily at a glance.

It's basically some introduction to the wild world of monsters.

There are a few paragraphs of introduction and description of the little-known customs and customs of remote human settlements, which makes him a little interested.

After reading it, he realized that in the vast demon beast savage world, there were countless strange human settlements, dotted all over the place, far more than he had imagined before.

......

An hour later.

Wu Wei suddenly appeared at the door of the Dharma Pavilion with a somewhat strange expression, and said to the young monk: "Fellow Daoist, can you borrow the books on the first floor?" ”

"Yes. But let me take a look at it first. The young monk nodded.

Wu Wei handed him the three booklets in his hand.

"The History of the Demon Rule", "Lingchuan Collection", "Word Interpretation". I've counted it, so take it. ”

"Thank you!"

After Wu Wei hugged his fists and thanked him, he left with three booklets.

Back in the cave.

Finally, I couldn't hold back the excitement in my heart and spread out the book "Word Interpretation" on the table.

Then he slapped the storage bag and offered a slap-sized drum with a red sheen and a book that radiated a golden glow.

It was the two treasures that were snatched at the top of the Tower of Babel that day.

He opened the golden scripture book and placed it side by side with the "Word Interpretation".

In contrast, the obscure characters on the golden scriptures, like the Book of Heaven, are exactly the same as the characters used to explain the commentary in the "Character Interpretation", and the distinction is not bad.

This means that by acquiring the book "Interpretation of Words", one can master the ancient characters in this golden scripture.

Then master the use of this red drum.

After all, he had been tossing for a long time before, and he couldn't do anything about this red drum, and now he finally got a glimpse of the dawn.

Wu Wei sighed in his heart.

He didn't know who wrote it, and who brought it to the Dharma Pavilion of the underground human race.

And in the past hundred years, no one has the eyesight, but this book has been covered with dust.

If he hadn't stumbled upon it, I'm afraid this book would have been drowned in the long river of time.