Walking into the bamboo house, Yang Zhao sat down cross-legged, calmed down, and then no longer hesitated, stretched out his hand and slowly opened the book that had already been opened.

When he opened the cover with his fingers again, an extremely calm and indifferent aura emerged from the yellowish paper, and then began to spread towards the bamboo forest.

The breath of this book, which is not owned by the human world, naturally has to drift towards the heavenly dome, and if this breath finally touches the heavenly dome, it will reveal signs in a strange way that all the world can see, thus announcing its own opening to the human world.

Yang Zhao didn't know what kind of method Lu Xuan used when he read this book after finishing this cultivation to block this quiet aura that was not available in the world, but when he opened this book today, he was not too worried that he would be discovered by those worldly powerhouses.

Because he had perfectly said that the void had been eliminated at this time, and Nandou Mountain also had the prohibition of the Taixu Gate for tens of thousands of years.

Sure enough, when the quiet aura emitted by this book could not be reconciled with the aura emitted by anything in the cave, it drifted indifferently but resolutely towards the void.

In the void, the breath of this book met the breath of the forbidden.

The two breaths met, and there was no earth-shattering picture, not even a sense of repulsion, just silent and staring at each other, and then gradually quieted down.

If the average person reads this book, there is often a gap between the reader and the object of reading, and it is impossible to understand anything at all.

After two years of cultivating in this small cave, Yang Zhao's realm has improved, and his spiritual temperament has improved by leaps and bounds, but there is still a great distance between him and the immortal scroll that has become a legend.

However, it is precisely because of these two years of hard practice and spiritual polishing that after turning this book, he struggled to control the violent shock of Zhihai, and finally could really set his eyes on the yellowish paper, and finally saw another meaning expressed in the book.

Now he still can't really understand the true meaning of this book, but at least he can read the handwriting on the page and remember some mysterious sentences, but because the quiet aura of this book does not integrate with the natural cultivation world, those sentences are becoming more and more fragmented in his mind.

After a moment, Yang Zhao did not hesitate to reach out and close the cover of the book.

As if he was worried that he couldn't bear to read the book of heaven, he didn't look at the cover page of this book again, and even closed his eyes tightly, his brows furrowed very tightly.

For some reason, when he read this book again after transforming his Void Intention into Purple Void Intent, his sea of consciousness was on the verge of rupture, and he could not withstand the indifferent gaze of the calm aura in the scroll, so he had to leave this world far beyond his own ability.

The quaint handwriting in the scroll was still lingering in his mind, but it had become finely fragmented, like the rubble in the sky after a landslide, and he couldn't see the original magnificent scenery of the mountain.

Immortal books are really reading immortal books, and they can't understand it at all, and they can't even remember anything.

Yang Zhao felt a little regretful.

However, after years of retreat in this little cave, he had learned to teach something that he had thought of with patience and courage.

Yang Zhao was unwilling to stop there, his eyes were closed, his brows furrowed more and more, his hands clasped on his knees, and began to try to restore the fragments of handwriting in his mind.

This attempt requires thinking, and once he thinks about it, the book seems to begin to sneer in the void space, causing a sharp pain in his sea of consciousness.

If it had been someone else, it would have been impossible to reconstruct the handwriting of these books.

But Yang Zhao has enough patience and courage.

What's more, there is already another book in his sea of knowledge, which seems to have an indescribable ability, so that when Yang Zhao reads the book in pain and confusion, some strange scenes will happen.

The so-called serendipity, probably that's it.

With the passage of time, the mysterious and broken words left in his spiritual world gradually restored and reconstructed, just like the rubble in the sky fell to the ground in order to the extreme, and then gradually reborn a mountain.

It's just that at this time, the book does not appear in his sea of knowledge in alphabetical order, but in his sea of knowledge upside down.

Yang Zhao didn't understand what these words meant when the book was recorded upside down, but he felt an unprecedented coldness and fear, especially when he thought of a certain key point, and suddenly woke up.

He looked up into the void and found that it was late at night, only to realize that he had been thinking for a long time unconsciously.

And when the scroll was read, the words and sentences in the scroll seemed to rush out of his sea of consciousness like a terrible arrow.

The more Yang Zhao thought about it, the more cold he felt, so after a while, he noticed a tall figure standing outside the bamboo forest.

At the moment when he saw that tall back, a coldness poured into Yang Zhao's body, and his mood began to instantly become fearful and uneasy.

Yang Zhao stood up, walked out of the bamboo hut and came into the bamboo forest, and bowed to the tall back.

But he couldn't figure out why Lu Wu came here.

Hearing Yang Zhao's voice, Lu Wu didn't look back, looked at the stars in the night dome like jewels inlaid in black velvet, and suddenly asked, "How many words do you understand?"

Yang Zhao was silent for a moment before repeating the words he had memorized from the scroll.

Lu Wu was silent, and on the cliff shrouded in night, his figure looked extraordinarily tall.

Yang Zhao handed over the old book in his hand to Lu Wu.

"I don't dare to look at it. Lu Wu took the book and withdrew his eyes looking at the moonlight, looked into his eyes, and said, "Because there is no omniscient person in the world, including me, but you are not." ”

Hearing this, cold sweat instantly poured out of Yang Zhao's body, wetting the back of his clothes.

Then Lu Wu said: "Senior Brother once said that if this book is opened in the world after being practiced to the extreme, it will have its own signs for everyone to see, but only when the Void Unintentional is practiced to the point of merging with the aura of heaven and earth, the breath of this book will disappear, which shows that Senior Brother has indeed chosen you." ”

Because Lu Wu has already pointed out that he is a person who knows everything.

Although he didn't know what Lu Wu meant by this, Yang Zhao lowered his head, feeling the cold sweat flowing behind his back, gradually wetting his clothes, and after being silent for a long time, his voice trembled slightly and said: "The younger generation is also helpless, this is all chance." ”

Hearing the word chance, Lu Wu looked at the clothes dancing lightly in the night breeze, and vaguely seemed to capture something: "This idea is indeed very interesting." ”

Yang Zhao was silent

Lu Wu said: "The scroll of heaven foreshadows some things, and even records a thing about all things in heaven and earth from ancient times to the present, but probably as for whether the legend is true or not, no one knows. ”

Yang Zhao asked, "Immortal Master, you don't know either?"

"As I said, there is no omniscient person in the world, even if he is born to know, I dare not read this book, I have never seen it, of course I don't know. ”

Lu Wu looked at the night dome above his head, and after a moment of silence, he said, "I think that Senior Brother only understood this book, and he will come up with these incidents. ”

The legend of Lu Xuan has been passed down to this day, but the legend is a legend after all, and the two realms of righteousness and demons are indifferent to this legend, so this legend has become more and more ethereal.

However, Lu Wu himself is a legendary figure, and when this legend is solemnly spoken from his mouth, and there seems to be vague evidence, then the legend is only true.

Yang Zhao felt cold, and the back of his soaked clothes seemed to be about to freeze.

"No one noticed, of course, it may have been just an accident, because so far, I still think that the story of entering the Divine Dao is fake, because no one has ever seen the Heavenly Dao, and neither have I, maybe only the Ascended Immortal Realm will also know about it. ”

Lu Wu looked at Yang Zhao's slightly pale face, and said comfortingly: "And even if you enter the Divine Dao, it can't be a very short process, it must be extremely long, maybe a hundred years, maybe a thousand years, or even ten thousand years, what does it have to do with us people?"

Yang Zhao said gloomily: "The immortal master's words are reasonable, and the juniors are indeed a little overly worried. ”

Lu Wu looked at Yang Zhao with a smile, his smile seemed to hide an incomparably rich meaning, and asked, "Then what are you worried about?"

Yang Zhao felt Lu Wu's gaze, remembered the legend of Lu Xu's death, and the cold sweat between his clothes disappeared in an instant.

Yang Zhao lowered his head and was silent for a long time, then suddenly raised his head, looked at Lu Wu and asked seriously: "May I ask the Immortal Master, please tell me how the Immortal Master Lu Xuan died back then." ”

Then he added: "That's what I'm worried about." ”

Knowing this matter is indeed very meaningful to Yang Zhao, because he is now walking on the same path that Lu Xu used to be, and he wants to change the ending of this story.

Lu Wu nodded and asked, "Have you ever wondered what kind of existence the Heavenly Dao is?"

Yang Zhao thought about it, he really didn't have any concept of the Heavenly Dao and the ethereal existence.

So he thought for a moment and then replied, "The Heavenly Dao is a very empty existence. ”

Lu Wu was a little satisfied with his answer, and said: "I don't know if the Heavenly Dao has any life, I still don't know, where the Heavenly Dao is, I still don't know, but whether he is conscious or not, Senior Brother, he once again confirmed it at the cost of death." ”

The cold night wind swept the clouds below the cliff, and the pomelo slammed into the cliff with the wet and cold water vapor, and then scattered in all directions, gradually spreading into the bamboo forest, adding a bit of coolness.

Lu Wu looked up at the lofty and indifferent heavenly dome, and said leisurely: "If there is really a Heavenly Dao, it overlooks the world, and even those cultivators who seem to be able to call the wind and rain can only be ants-like beings, so the Heavenly Dao is invisible and ruthless. ”

Yang Zhao stood in Lu Wu's magical silence for a long time, and seemed to think of the words he had said to Yun Piaoyao at the beginning, and suddenly asked, "Then Immortal Master, are you an ant?"

Lu Wu laughed loudly, and his laughter was full of grandeur.

This laughter suddenly rose from the bamboo forest, piercing the high and indifferent sky and night, and the sea of clouds between the cliffs flowed in fear and turbulence, until Lu Wu's laughter faded away and the clouds regained calm.

Lu Wu stood in the bamboo forest, looking at the night stars and clouds, and after being silent for a long time, he suddenly said with emotion: "I am also an ant, but I am the biggest ant in the cultivation realm. ”

The biggest ant?

Isn't that an ant?

Sure enough, Lu Wu and Yun Piaoyao said the same thing, and Yang Zhao was speechless when he thought of this.