Walking by the Abyss on Thin Ice

Chapter 346

Wu Tong, surprisingly, didn\'t seem like a demon. She quietly cleaned the dust on the altar and cleared the sculptures from the ruins.

"Wu Tong wouldn\'t have done something like this before. Perhaps she has some connection with the ancestors of Guanghan Palace."

Su Yun didn\'t disturb her and returned to the mirror, thinking to himself, "Her Dao Heart actually had flaws from the beginning."

Qilin, Glutton, and the others were still cultivating and recovering their injuries by manipulating the Qi of Heaven and Earth. Jingu also woke up and could regulate himself, but their injuries couldn\'t be healed in a short period of time.

"Su Scholar, are you really going to the Immortal Realm\'s Guanghan Mountain?"

Ying Ying sat on the back of the White Rhinoceros, supporting her cheek and asking, "There is no Guanghan Fairy there. Moreover, this passage has been abandoned for so long. It may not necessarily lead directly to Guanghan Mountain, and there is a greater chance of dying halfway. Besides, the Stone Qilin has already withered and is about to perish. There are too many uncertainties. Going to Guanghan Mountain is not a wise move."

The White Rhinoceros lay beside Su Yun\'s spiritual body, leisurely wagging its short tail and slapping its own buttocks, indicating that Ying Ying\'s words were correct.

"Ying Ying, this may be the closest I will ever get to the Immortal Realm in my lifetime."

Su Yun\'s gaze was deep as he said, "You know, for others, even if they are Saints, they may never have the opportunity to enter the Immortal Realm and obtain Immortal Fate. Most of them die under the Immortal Sword during Tribulation Crossing. At most, their spiritual bodies cannot erase their obsession with the Immortal Realm after death and delve into the vast universe, even if they are annihilated in the starry sky, they still want to find the whereabouts of the Immortal Realm."

He stretched his body and looked down at the blue planet below. After a moment, he whispered, "Becoming an immortal is like a poor family wanting to become a noble family. The seven major noble families in Shuofang took 150 years and several generations to become noble families, but they are still at the bottom of the noble families. If they want to continue climbing up and reach the upper echelons of the noble families, there is no other way but to rebel."

"Becoming an immortal is even harder than an ordinary person becoming a noble family. Even if you are a Saint, Buddha, Emperor, or Holy Emperor, if you want to become an immortal, you cannot pass the Immortal Sword test. In the past five thousand years, many people have succeeded in rebelling and become emperors. But in the past five thousand years, no one has become an immortal!"

"This is an opportunity. If I can seize this opportunity, even if I cannot become an Immortal, I can still get closer to becoming one and increase the chances of becoming an immortal."

Su Yun smiled and said, "I think, since there is an Immortal Realm in this world, there must be Immortal Fate. This kind of Immortal Fate may be hidden in various inconspicuous corners of the Great Thousand Worlds. In a person\'s life, they may occasionally encounter a few opportunities. If they give up any of them, their Immortal Fate will be completely cut off. I am a child from a poor family and cannot let go of any opportunity!"

Ying Ying gave him a white look. "The Tower Master of Tongtian Pavilion, who is as rich as a country, actually says that he is from a poor family."

"I am a child from a poor family, and it has nothing to do with being as rich as a country."

Su Yun shook his head and said, "Moreover, the money from Tongtian Pavilion is not my money. It doesn\'t make me happy. I am only responsible for spending money. What makes me the happiest is teaching at the Sword Pavilion every month. Although I only receive one hundred Qinghong Coins per month, I am very satisfied."

Ling Xi immediately jumped up and carried the little book monster out of Su Yun\'s spiritual realm. - Ling Xi didn\'t like staying in impure people\'s spiritual realms.

Su Yun grumbled, "In front of Immortal Fate, anyone, even emperors and saints, are just poor people! There are no exceptions."

The Winter Solstice finally arrived.

Su Yun and Wu Tong arrived at Guanghan Palace. Wu Tong had already cleaned up the ninety-eight stone sculptures from the ruins and placed them in their correct positions.

Among them, the Stone Qilin was the only one whose spiritual body could still awaken. The other ninety-seven stone sculptures couldn\'t awaken, but the ancient and obscure spiritual bodies emitted invisible fluctuations, as if communicating with each other in the dark depths of the black ocean thousands of miles apart.

Ying Ying whispered, "Su Scholar, you can use your spiritual body to capture their thought fluctuations and see what they are saying."

Su Yun followed her instructions and tried to use his spiritual body to contact these ancient thoughts. He found that these thought fluctuations were extremely slow.

One by one, the stone sculptures began to light up slowly. The ancient spiritual bodies were mobilizing their final power, opening the Immortal Scroll for the last time.

The Immortal Scroll gradually became brighter, and strange runes rose from the scroll, combining in the air to form dazzling patterns.

A strange vibration came from the space, as if something was approaching from a distant place.

At this moment, Su Yun suddenly had a wonderful conjecture in his heart: "The Immortal Scroll should actually be called the Immortal Path. It is created by immortals and is the path to the Immortal Realm. The Heavenly Gate is like this, and the Immortal Scroll I obtained before is also like this. Even the Immortal Scroll Luo Yujin obtained is also opening a passage connecting to the Immortal Realm!"

The vibrations in Guanghan Palace became even more grand. The palaces behind Su Yun and the others collapsed and dust filled the air, lingering for a long time.

The surrounding mountains also cracked and trembled, with rocks falling continuously. Although the power was not great, it wouldn\'t take long before this place would be buried.Above the altar, the light became brighter, and the thoughts emitted from the stone kylin and other stone statues became more majestic. Even Ying Ying could clearly sense their thoughts.

Ying Ying whispered, "Su Scholar, what are these ancient spirits saying?"

Su Yun remained silent for a moment and said, "They are bidding farewell to each other and saying goodnight."

"Farewell and goodnight to each other?"

Ying Ying was stunned, looking at those ancient stone statues. These spirits were probably powerful spiritualists in their lifetime. After their death, their spirits attached themselves to the ninety-six kinds of divine and demonic golden bodies such as the kylin and the glutton, in order to protect the appearance of the gods here.

They should all be friends, perhaps the closest of friends.

With the decline of this place, they also fell into silence together, and time gradually erased them one by one.

They may have had a glorious history, but all of that no longer mattered. Their spirits would return to darkness and be annihilated. They bid their old friends goodnight, and from now on, they would no longer have any thoughts or fluctuations.

Their traces were only left in these silent stone statues.

Ying Ying felt a thousand sorrows in her heart. At this moment, a buzzing sound shook the air, and a long branch broke through the void, appearing above the altar from another world.

The branch was thick and ancient, with a few leaves and a string of osmanthus flowers hanging from it. It was truly strange to see such branches and leaves on this desolate moon!

Above the altar, tadpole-like runes danced around the branch, rotating. This branch seemed to be a passage to another world.

Wu Tong\'s eyes lit up. "On the Winter Solstice, the branch of the osmanthus tree arrives! The things recorded in the ancient books are indeed not deceiving me!"

Her figure floated and stood on the branch.

The osmanthus branch seemed small, but when standing on it, people appeared extremely tiny. Wu Tong\'s red clothes fluttered as she walked towards the void along the osmanthus branch.

Su Yun also quickly jumped onto the branch, only to see that the string of osmanthus flowers on the branch was much larger than a person.

Standing on the branch, he looked ahead and saw that the branch was extremely long and winding, reaching thousands of feet wide. He didn\'t know where it led to.

Wu Tong\'s red dress fluttered in front, like a leaping flame. While Su Yun was observing, Ying Ying had already ridden on the back of the white rhinoceros and jumped from his spiritual realm to Wu Tong\'s spiritual realm, calling out, "Su Scholar, hurry up, time is running out!"

Su Yun chuckled, "This little book monster advised me not to come, but couldn\'t resist her own curiosity?"

He walked forward along the branch, with his vitality rising under his feet. His true essence transformed into a three-legged golden crow, carrying him as it flapped its wings and flew, chasing after Wu Tong.

His cultivation became more and more powerful. Even using his divine ability to fly with his own power, which consumed a lot of spiritual energy, was no longer difficult for him.

Finally, Su Yun caught up with the red-dressed girl and drove side by side with her.

The branch was quite winding and long. The two of them flew all the way. Su Yun looked at Wu Tong without saying a word.

After a while, Wu Tong said, "I know you have many questions."

Su Yun remained silent.

Wu Tong continued, "The purpose of my coming to this world is indeed to search for the footsteps of my ancestors and find the path to the Guanghan Palace in the immortal world. I found in the ancient books left by my ancestors that on the Winter Solstice every year, there is a grand event in the Guanghan Mountain of the immortal world. It is said that every year, the outstanding young men and women living in the Guanghan Palace in various worlds will enter the Guanghan Mountain through the osmanthus branch."

Su Yun listened quietly.

Ling Xi lay on the cloud in Wu Tong\'s spiritual realm, yawning and closing her eyes. Ying Ying leaned against Ling Xi\'s elbow, listening to Wu Tong\'s inner thoughts.

"But in my world, I can no longer find these things. My world has been buried in the ashes of calamity."

Wu Tong\'s tone was calm, without using any enchanting divine abilities that were beyond human comprehension, but her voice had a thrilling charm. She said, "Following the footsteps of my ancestors, I crossed the vast sky and searched for other clan members. I found one world after another in the starry sky, but they were all destroyed."

Ying Ying suddenly interrupted her and asked, "How did you survive when your world was buried in ashes?"

Wu Tong did not answer.

Ying Ying suddenly understood. The Wu Tong of that world had actually died, and the one who survived was the demonic Wu Tong who possessed her clan member\'s body.

"In the end, I found this place."

A smile appeared on Wu Tong\'s face from the depths of her heart. She said, "I know that my clan members have the habit of entering the Guanghan Mountain to train on the Winter Solstice. As long as I come here, I can find them."

Su Yun turned his head and saw a glimmer of light flickering in the eyes of the demonic girl. It seemed that she was full of longing.

"Once I find them, I can prove that I am not the only one in this universe. I still have other clan members." She whispered.

Suddenly, Su Yun smelled a scent of calamity caused by the corruption of the heaven and earth\'s vitality. He couldn\'t help but furrow his brows, feeling somewhat uneasy.

In front of them, a cloud of calamity dust floated and landed in his palm.

Wu Tong\'s body trembled, and Su Yun quickly arrived at the bright spot in front, only to see that he was now standing on a huge osmanthus tree. The osmanthus tree\'s branches and leaves withered, leaving only a few remaining.This ancient divine tree was buried deep within an unknown thickness of calamity ash. The calamity ash in the sky was vast and desolate, drifting aimlessly.

Is this really the Immortal Realm?

Su Yun was somewhat bewildered.