The millennium banshee was stunned for a moment, and then continued to ask, "So what is at the end of the pipeline, is it another nothingness?"

The old man was powerless to answer this question, so he could only choose to remain silent.

The millennium banshee chattered again: "If the void itself is a labyrinth of these pipes, wouldn't it be .....",

Huh, the banshee said a sentence unconsciously, and completely woke up the traceless. His eyes shone with a hint of wisdom and said, "That's right, I didn't think of it."

"What do you mean?" the banshee stared at him along with the old man with the mad sword.

Traceless pointed to those pipes with some excitement and said, "The predecessor is right, nothingness is not nothingness, it is crocheted by countless such pipes."

The thousand-year-old banshee frowned and said, "But these pipes are obviously light."

Traceless shook his head: "It's not light, light just activates them at one frequency, and these space-time pipelines have always existed, but maybe they are sealed by some kind of rule and then lower, if it weren't for the frequency of light activating them, we wouldn't be able to perceive their existence at all."

The old man also heard it, and seemed to have figured out something: "According to this, then light is like a key, a key to open our cosmic frequency?"

Traceless nodded vigorously: "That's right, that's the truth, in fact, these pipes are not activated, maybe they exist in another world of light."

Crazy Knife said confusedly: "What are you talking about.... Is there another universe?".

Traceless nodded solemnly and said, "If the void is indeed constructed by countless space-time pipelines, then it is filled with countless universes, all of which operate at different frequencies, and they can only be opened if you find the frequency of the key time."

The mad knife shook his head vigorously, but he still couldn't understand.

At this time, the millennium banshee patted him on the head and said: "This is like making a sieve and playing ghost chess, every time you throw a sieve, it is like entering a space-time frequency, so the rest of the universe will not be activated, and you will seem to have crossed those paths that are not activated, and go directly to the end."

As soon as he heard the ghost chess, the mad knife understood a lot: "Then this sieve is the point of light?"

The millennium banshee nodded: "Almost, this seems to be a frequency, a kind of spiritual fluctuation that our six senses can't feel, maybe our cultivation is not enough to perceive, remember that there is a legend since ancient times, there was once an ancient god close to the Holy Spirit level, who could change the operation of the entire universe with his own power, it was like making a sieve, and he could control what he wanted to exist in the universe like."

Crazy Knife listened a little intrigued: "I don't know what the other universe is like, there should be people like us."

The millennium banshee shook her head: "Maybe there is, but with our current spirituality, we can't open another layer of cosmic frequencies at all."

Unaffected by their chatter, he had been staring at the dense pipes and the purple light emitted by the Extreme Spirit Realm, which was finally sucked into the picture.

Wuxian groaned for a long time, suddenly stood up, and shouted at the banshee in horror: "Quick, send the message to them, let them return immediately, otherwise it will be too late",

The old man was stunned in his heart, and the crazy knife had already jumped out. This is why he is different from the mad knife, he has to ask for a reason for everything, while the crazy knife believes in himself completely blindly.

When the mad knife rushed out of a distance, he bent back, shook his head with a depressed face, and said, "No, the space-time pipeline is closed, and those light curtains that were still flickering just now have gradually disappeared."

Traceless stared at the light that was about to disappear in the distance, and sighed helplessly: "Maybe only the Extreme Spirit Realm can summon them back."

Although the geists were not friends with himself, Traceless did not want any of them to be sealed away in the void.

The millennium banshee grinned: "Don't worry, they can't die, besides, they are no longer real material forms, just a kind of spirit, they will not die, let alone disappear, they will only be temporarily sealed in those hidden time and space pipelines."

"But they can't get out of it," Traceless still struggled to let go.

The thousand-year-old banshee shook her head and said, "Why do you want to come out, isn't it best for them? Maybe they can get rid of the attraction of the Extreme Spirit Realm and enter another universe to live again, with their cultivation, it is enough for the soul to be reincarnated and reborn."

Listening to the millennium banshee's explanation, although Traceless was very reluctant in his heart, he had to admit that this was not necessarily a good thing for them.

Forget it, don't think about it. Traceless walked forward with the old man with the mad knife. In the purple coverage, those pipes gradually appeared.

It's like a complex rope that is wound up and then together, each of which is boundless.

So many exits, which one to change.

Even though they had already forked once, they were still confused by the dense pipe entrance in front of them.

The millennium banshee swayed and said, "Why do you care where you go, you can't say that these exits all point to one location, just take any one and try it."

Seeing her so free and easy, Traceless felt that he was too cautious.

So he stopped thinking about it, and walked directly into the entrance of the pipes.

In the depths, countless subtle branches are once again faced with a choice.

Just like last time, they simply ignored the choice and walked straight in.

As you pass through the myriad branches, the space gradually flattens out.

It seems that the space here is no longer distorted, and sometimes it lasts for a long time before a bend occurs.

I don't know how long it was, until they realized that there was no exit ahead. Only then did he stagnate, and he found himself in a wider void.

There is no emptiness in sight here, only the endless gray-brown ground.

The three of them walked on it, and suddenly there was a sense of down-to-earth realism.

This is completely different from the previous feeling, it is a long-lost, incomparably real material six senses perception.

This feeling, the three of them seem to have been lost for a long time. Especially the old man, he was almost lying on his back on the ground, shouting loudly: "This is what people should have to feel, these days, Lao Tzu has had enough."

That's right, since the moment he walked into the underground palace, the perception of the six senses has never been real.

Without a trace also walked to his side, lying on his back, squinting his eyes, and saw a purple cloud.

Although this place is different from the world in which you live, it is also real.

Crazy Knife didn't seem to be in much interest, after all, he had survived in the underground palace for hundreds of years, and he had almost forgotten about the material perception outside.

He raised his head and stared at the purple mist, saying, "This seems to be the legendary Sumeru realm."

"Sumeru Realm?" the old man was stunned, and immediately turned over and stared at the purple mist.

"What is the Sumeru Realm?" Traceless stared at the two of them in some surprise.

The old man muttered: "The Sumeru realm is commonly known as the spirit world, and all living beings here only have spirits, but there is no material essence, and there is no cycle of life and death, and it is the only place in the Three Realms that has escaped the cycle of birth and death."

The old man recalled the ancient texts and recited some of them about the Sumeru realm.

"Actually, I'm just reading from the book, and I don't know if this is the Sumeru realm."

"If there are only spirits, then wouldn't they be no different from ghosts?" said Traceless with a frown.

"Otherwise," the old man muttered, "ghosts are ghosts that have lost their spirits, they are actually incomplete and need to be reincarnated to be complete, but here the spirits are complete, and they don't need to enter the path of reincarnation."

Traceless still didn't understand it, and after a long time, he said, "If only those ghosts were here, I could use them to try."

Since those ghosts were all ingested by the Extreme Spirit Realm, they were not ghosts.

It seems to be somewhat similar to the spirit theory of the Sumeru realm.

The old man shook his head and said: "They are not spirits, but primordial spirits, they have spirits, spirits, and primordial spirits, each of which is no different from normal people, just losing their bodies." First Chinese Network

Traceless was speechless by the old man, so he could only nod slightly: "But why can't I see a spirit here?"

The old man took a long breath and said, "If you want to see the spirit, you must have the spirit eye, and you and I have not cultivated the soul wheel, so naturally we can't see the existence of the spirit."

Traceless stared at Lao Dao: "I don't know if the Eye of Wei Li is feasible?"

The old man nodded first, then shook his head and said, "This old man has not tried."

Without a trace thought for a moment, pressed his fingers on the center of his eyebrows, and immediately an illusory eye rose from the center of his eyebrows.

Then he unfolded the extradimensional perspective, and at this moment, strange and blurred lights and shadows appeared in front of him, many of them, and some of them were actually on them. Those things are vague and don't seem to have a concrete form.

When Traceless closed the Eye of Wei Li and stared at the old man, he didn't feel embarrassed in his heart, and he didn't know whether to tell him if he saw it.

"What's the matter?" the old man stared at him suspiciously.

"You, on your left shoulder, and on top of your head, have two of those things hovering again," Traceless choked up before choking.

The old man's face suddenly turned pale, and he froze suddenly, wanting to move but not daring to move.

He said with a bitter expression: "Help me drive them away, this thing will absorb people's spirits, and if they suck it up too much, Lao Tzu will lose his life."

Traceless sighed helplessly and said, "If I can do that, why should I tell you."

Traceless had tried it just now, but his spiritual power was completely ineffective against them.

Why there is no such thing on his body, he can't tell without a trace.

The mad knife also strode over at this time and asked, "Do I have it on me too?"

Traceless nodded: "One, shaped like a long snake, hovering around your belly."

When the mad knife heard this, he slashed his chest and body dozens of times in a row. In the end, he was left with dozens of knife marks on his belly.

Still casually said, "Is it still there?".

Traceless opened the Eye of Mighty again, and found that the long serpentine spirit had left.

It seems that the mad knife action still has some deterrent effect.

Traceless shook his head and said, "Gone."

When the old man heard this, he said even more excitedly, "Mine."

Traceless shook his head: "It's still there."

The old man's expression was bitter, and he was almost about to cry.

The mad knife grabbed him by the collar and said, "Let Lao Tzu help you expel them."

The old man hurriedly dodged and said, "No, the old man is afraid of pain."

He would rather let those things absorb his spirit silently than let him scribble on himself with a knife.

Crazy Knife had no choice but to put away the knife and said: "Then you can bear with it, they will leave when they are full."

After saying that, he turned around and walked into the distance and began to practice the sword technique.

Traceless stared at the old man and asked, "Do you feel it?"

The old man shook his head and said, "Not at all, if you can't see it, Lao Tzu really doesn't believe that they exist."

Traceless nodded, "Maybe they need to be sucked for a long time before you feel it."

The old man also nodded in agreement and said, "Forget it, this is all Lao Tzu's bad luck, let them suck it."

Traceless stretched out his hand and patted him on the shoulder and said, "A lot of them just now seem to have been shocked by the few blows of the mad knife and retreated, and now within a hundred miles of this, only these two on you are still there."

The old man said with a sad face: "They are bullying honest people."

Traceless grinned, "You're not an honest person, but they're really a little afraid of crazy knives, and it seems that his knife has a mystery."

The old man also glanced at the mad knife, and said with his eyebrows: "Looking at that blade, you know that you have killed an unknown number of people, perhaps it is the killing aura that makes these spirits afraid."

Wuxian was silent for a moment before he said, "It seems that they are from the same direction, and they all withdrew just now."

The old man turned around and looked behind him and said, "Maybe where there are treasures, they said that where the spirits gather, there are generally natural treasures."

Before the spirit could leave, the old man made another mistake, and his greedy eyes stared into the distance.

Traceless wasn't interested in the Heavenly Treasure, he just wanted to find a way out of here.

The pipes behind them had been closed, and now they seemed to be trapped in the Sumeru realm.

The old man suddenly stood up, his body shook and he almost fainted, and said, "Lao Tzu has feelings now."

"Slow down, they're gone," Traceless stared ahead.

The old man hurriedly said: "Follow them, suck Lao Tzu's spirit, and always take out something."

Looking at the greedy gaze of the old man, Wuxian did not stop him, and beckoned the mad knife to follow the two spirits to the east together.

The two spirits seemed to be overfed and moved a little slowly, so the three of them kept tracking them to a canyon.

I didn't expect that in this Sumeru realm, there are mountains and valleys, and even plants grow on the ground here. It's just that it's obviously not true, only as soon as you step on it, the plants turn into a red mist and disappear.

Only the babbling canal below the level remains, but it's not real either. Because of another paragraph, a face is revealed.

It's that kind of spirit.

It walked, always turning around the ditch, and it looked like a stream.

It can be seen that this mountain peak is also fake.

It's just that the size of the spirit that constructs this mountain peak is too large.

The three of them stepped on the ditch, shuttled through several narrow passages, and finally reached the peak, and at this time, they saw several spirits whirling in mid-air.

Of course, it can only be seen without a trace.

The spirits circled around the peak, and finally stared at the traceless, as if they wanted to see through them.

There was an illusion that there was some kind of transcendent wisdom in this spirit.

Sure enough, one of the spirits sent a voice to his consciousness and said, "Terran, why have you invaded our territory?"

Terran!