Gradually, I walked through the long staircase with no end in sight and came to the end.

Lingzixiu smiled warmly, looked ahead, and stepped down the last step of the ladder with a firm look in his eyes.

At the bottom of the stairs, at the end, there is a secret room, perhaps it is a forbidden place, which is more accurate.

Spirit insects gathered here, and there were so many of them that they could almost completely illuminate this secret room. It can be seen that this is the place with the strongest spiritual power in the entire secret room.

The blue light sprinkled all over the corners of this secret room.

On the ground, there are clouds and mist that are constantly rising. There are also some rare spiritual grasses, which are rare to see on weekdays, but here, because of the abundant spiritual power, they grow full and vigorous. Some of the plants were originally dwarf, but here, through the clouds and mist, revealed their true faces.

It's like bathing in the spring rain, enjoying the more abundant spiritual power above the clouds.

Because there is no sunlight, the spiritual grass here, although it grows extremely lush because of its abundant spiritual power, grows extremely slowly.

Because of this, after thousands of years of accumulation, it is also more spiritual.

When Lingzixiu walked forward, they all moved to both sides.

In the center of the secret room, there are two crystal coffins.

Surrounded by spirit insects, it shone with a ghostly light.

Lingzixiu approached one of them, knelt lightly to the side, and with a flick of his hand, the spirit worms were frightened and flew away.

Ling Zixiu's hand gently caressed the coffin. "Master, Xiu'er has come to see you. “

A tear slipped down Ling Zixiu's eyes and fell to the ground.

The man in the coffin is none other than Lingzixiu's master, Mu Qianhua.

Dressed in a light cyan shirt. The slender eyebrows are picturesque, and the hands are lightly clasped in front of the chest, so beautiful that they compete with all things.

There is only a little constant sorrow between the eyebrows, as if telling a sad and poignant story.

With thin lips a little pale, he lay quietly in the coffin, waiting for the person he had been looking forward to.