A hearty al.
It dispelled the gloom brought by the "Abyss" and temporarily soothed the taut nerves.
Returning to the Bamboo Creek Courtyard in the Pocket World Blessed Land of the Dragon Abyss Pavilion, the night was deep. The starlight within the Pocket World gently spilled over the swaying green bamboo in the courtyard, casting mottled shadows.
The air was filled with the fresh fragrance of grass and wood.
Fang Qingyu and Jiang Wei sat by the bluestone table in the courtyard, enjoying this rare tranquility.
Jiang Wei contentedly sucked on an after-dinner lollipop, with a hint of laziness on her small face.
"The relics ntioned by Chu Kuanglan..." Fang Qingyu broke the silence, looking at Jiang Wei, "do they really exist?"
Jiang Wei lifted her clear, large eyes, nodding with little emotional fluctuation: "Mm. In the depths of the Abyss, indeed so ancient things are hidden, potentially the cave mansion of a fallen powerful being, or perhaps the remnants of a lost civilization, or even... traces left by Gods."
Her voice was calm, as if stating a fact.
"However," Jiang Wei’s tone shifted, carrying a barely noticeable warning, "those places are not sothing you can contemplate right now. Even if I knew the positions of one or two of them, telling you would only send you to your death."
She paused, her face becoming serious: "The places that can exist in such an environnt and are called ’relics’ must have been owned by at least a Martial Saint or an Apostle level existence. To guard such relics, either terrifying rules and traps distorted by the long ages exist, or equally powerful, if not more terrifying, ancient Life Ghosts. Who do you think is currently qualified to seize and explore these places?"
Fang Qingyu listened, seemingly lost in thought.
Martial Saints, Apostles...
They are the highest levels he knows of so far.
The allure of relics is undoubtedly great, but as Jiang Wei said, coveting them now is no different from dreaming.
But...
A faint smile crept onto Fang Qingyu’s lips as his gaze landed on Jiang Wei’s face: "So, you really know of one or two, don’t you?"
Jiang Wei was montarily stunned, forgetting to suck on her lollipop, her small mouth slightly open, and then realized she let sothing slip.
She imdiately closed her mouth, turned her head away, with an "I didn’t say anything" look, though the tips of her ears were slightly red.
Seeing her like this, Fang Qingyu chuckled silently and didn’t tease her further.
He understood Jiang Wei’s intentions were for his good.
Fang Qingyu stood up, walked to the open space in the courtyard, and slowly began practicing the "Red Ming Nine Revolutions Tribulation Jade Scripture."
His qi blood surged within him like subterranean magma, a faint dark red glow appearing under his skin.
Ti passed in silence.
Only Fang Qingyu’s steady breathing and the subtle hum of qi blood circulation was heard.
After a while, Jiang Wei’s voice rang out again, with a hint of hesitation: "Do you still practice the Heart Sutra...?"
Fang Qingyu paused, slowly finishing his moves, looking at Jiang Wei with so surprise: "Yes, whenever I have the chance."
Then he imrsed his mind into the [Map], looking at the progress bar.
[Detected Fragnt of the Wuxiang Heart Sutra, First Realm, currently activating (55/100)].
There had been many matters recently, and he could only practice a little each night before sleep.
Progress was not fast, but more than halfway there.
Jiang Wei seed to breathe a sigh of relief, a thoughtful expression on her small face, as if weighing sothing.
Monts later, she looked up, facing Fang Qingyu, and said very seriously, "Once you achieve a Minor Achievent in the Heart Sutra, I’ll tell you the location of a relic."
This ti Fang Qingyu was truly stunned.
He hadn’t expected Jiang Wei to offer this and waved his hand, a sincere smile on his face: "I’m not overly interested in relics. Mainly, I want to know if there’s anything about the ’Abyss’ I’m unaware of but should know?"
"For instance... deeper dangers? Or... so potential rules?"
This ti it was Jiang Wei’s turn to be stunned.
She tilted her little head, her clear large eyes flashing with surprise and deeper contemplation.
She seed to be recalling sothing, her small brows slightly furrowed, fingers unconsciously twirling the lollipop stick. After a while, she spoke, almost in a murmur:
"Does the presence of living Gods... count?"
The small courtyard instantly fell into a dead silence.
The rustling sound of bamboo leaves carried by the night wind seed magnified infinitely.
The starlight appeared to dim slightly.
Fang Qingyu’s smile froze completely.
"Living Gods? In the ’Abyss’?"
...
Celestial Spirit Martial Arts Hall, Thunder Shocking Cave Heaven.
The gigantic training ground echoed with dull sounds of hitting.
Lei Pojun’s muscular bronzed upper body was bare, densely covered with sweat beads and dark purple thunder patterns.
He was unleashing his fists furiously on a gigantic humanoid target post crafted from high-strength Energy Absorption Alloy.
Each punch was wrapped in violent Thunderous Qi Force.
Striking the target post produced deafening booms, the surface of the post becoming pitted and uneven, arcs of electricity jumping.
"Ha!"
With a loud shout, Lei Pojun released one last punch with the montum of ten thousand pounds!
Bang!
The target post trembled violently, with even a slight molten mark appearing at its center.
"Haha! How satisfying!"
Lei Pojun retracted his fists, wiped the sweat off his face, a gratified smile on his face.
Just about to continue, a young man wearing Celestial Spirit Martial Arts Hall core disciple attire hurried over, with a hint of urgency on his face.
"Senior Brother! The Master wants you to imdiately et him at the ’Thunder Shock Hall’!"
Lei Pojun looked at the newcor, grinning broadly, in a deep voice: "What’s up, Xiao Liu? Is the Master giving sothing good again? A new Martial Technique or Body Tempering Secret dicine?"
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