Immortal Sword Master

Lin Xin gently grabbed the edge of the scroll and tore it.

Immediately, the scroll slowly floated in the air and unfolded.

All the characters inside automatically emerge with a faint silver halo. The characters recorded in it are not ghost characters,

It is an ancient version of a text that Lin Xin has only recently mastered.

This kind of text...

Lin Xin struggled to recognize the first few words.

Lunar...spirit...? he read aloud.

It sounds like it's a practice scripture exercise, but... if you look closely, it should be a sacrificial record.

Lin Xin carefully read the following content word by word.

'The moon god shines all over the earth... nourishes all spirits. At the beginning of the sacred day, he gave birth to two sons, one is Shagula, and the other is worshiping the moon. '

The one behind it was broken, and the characters were completely erased. Lin Xin followed up with the one below which he could still see clearly, and continued to read.

'Shagula pierced his younger brother's chest, devoured the night, turned into stars in the sky, and wore a lotus Buddha on his head. For all living beings, I am honored as Moon Lotus to clarify the Holy Buddha...'

The following is a series of various eulogies in praise of the evil god Shagura. Among them, a commoner asked Shagura in the form of questions and answers on behalf of all living beings.

After Lin Xin skipped it directly, at the end of the scroll, he saw another section of content.

'He incarnated as a Buddha and asked the Nether House, why do living beings have despair? Is it born or acquired? '

'Youfu responds with the source of despair, those who cannot be freed, suffer from obsession, and will eventually step into the source of despair, unable to reincarnate. The mother of the morning chant is also irreversible, there is the obsessive...'

The following content is gone, but Lin Xin actually saw the description of Youfu from the scroll.

The specific records above existed tens of thousands of years ago. And it is also related to the ancient mythology.

Imperial Mythology... Lin Xin had some thoughts in his heart.

The Field of Despair is probably the Lion Field that I have been to. It really fits the atmosphere of despair. There is also that weird black shadow. If I can go there again and see that guy, maybe I will gain something.

Lin Xin felt helpless, there were too many mysteries about Youfu. There are too many mysteries in this world.

That shadow's name seems to be Na Shura? He recalled the nervous shadow he had seen in Shishiyuan.

Putting away the scroll, Lin Xin pondered for a while, then flew up and left the small bridge.

He walked through most of the mountain, landed lightly in front of the Dao Hall on the top of Zhentang Peak, and walked in with great strides.

I have seen the head teacher!

A group of disciples guarding the Taoist hall saluted one after another.

Entered the Dao Palace. There are rows of densely packed and neatly arranged dilapidated stone walls everywhere. The stone wall is full of countless ancient characters engraved, some are ghost characters, and some are other characters.

There are many very old people holding glass magnifying glasses made of crystal, carefully observing these dilapidated ancient walls one by one.

The master of the hall is a thin old man, surnamed Wen. At this time is also welcome.

The suzerain is here? It just so happens that we have some progress here.

Oh? Let's hear it.

Lin Xin signaled everyone not to salute, and continued to study by himself. He walked directly from the side and sat on the innermost seat of the hall with Hall Master Wen.

Sovereign. Regarding the analysis of the ancient mythology, we invited the most prestigious bachelor of ancient literature in the Southern Prefecture. We concentrated on analyzing the remnants of the walls we brought back from the ruins of the foreign domain. We have roughly drawn some conclusions.

Please tell me. Lin Xin straightened his sitting posture and said seriously.

The conclusion last time was that the Primordial Era should be before the Mythical Era. It was an even older age. That's true. Hall Master Wen whispered while pinching his beard.

That's right. Lin Xin nodded.

Hall Master Wen motioned to an old man beside him to fetch a small box.

Since then, we have focused on studying whether there are descriptions of the ancient times in the relics of the mythical age. Combined with the remaining wall characters here, we have made great progress.

He put a small black square box in his hand on the table, the box was made of some kind of extremely strong metal.

We combined a few of the most critical runes and tried tens of thousands of different permutations and combinations. Finally, we accidentally got this...

Hall Master Wen also seemed to be a little excited.

He gently opened the black metal box.

With a snap, the lid popped open.

Inside is a piece of silk with a white background, this silk has no variegated color, it is as white as snow.

It's just that at this moment, a pure black butterfly shadow is clearly reflected on the top.

Yes, it is a shadow.

Lin Xin looked at it several times, but he didn't see anything that blocked the light and produced the black shadow of a butterfly.

But the black shadow butterfly was reflected in the box just like that, and stopped on the snow-white cloth.

Sect Master, you can reach out and touch it. Hall Master Wen whispered.

Lin Xin stretched out his hand, touched it gently, and slowly stroked the surface of the black shadow butterfly, but what he got was a silky texture. It was as if the Butterfly Shadow didn't exist at all.

How is this going?!

He was also a little shocked.

If there is any kind of supernatural power to create such a mark, he must be able to feel it, but at this time he can't feel anything.

He wanted to release the soul domain to test, but he was afraid that if something went wrong, the butterfly would be destroyed.

Hall Master Wen shook his head, stretched out his hand and pulled an old man who was so old that his face was almost wrinkled. The old man had been waiting by the side a long time ago and couldn't wait.

Mr. Du made this thing, you can ask him to know more.

At this moment, Mr. Du was also staring at the butterfly shadow in the box frantically.

It all depends on the remnants of the wall brought back by the suzerain from the outer domain!! If it weren't for you, we old scholars might not be able to research anything in our entire lives!

He reached out and gently stroked the butterfly shadow in the box. Although he knew he couldn't touch it, his eyes still showed joy and yearning.

The old man is polite, please explain. Lin Xin made a gesture of concentration.

Mr. Du slowly calmed down from his excitement and fell into memories.

At the beginning, we accidentally discovered that there were always a few symbols on these remnant walls. They would move slowly from time to time at night.

This was discovered by one of my young apprentices. She has always been a person with an extremely upright and serious attitude. She doesn't let go of even the characters as fine as dust. She insists on carefully comparing them one by one, even many times. Treat the real black residue as ancient characters. Make a joke.

When he talked about his little apprentice, his face was full of kindness.

Is there something wrong with these dusty characters? Lin Xin asked.

Master Wen nodded.

Not bad. He stretched out his hand and touched the butterfly shadow in the box lightly.

Suddenly something strange happened.

Right in front of Lin Xin and the others, the butterfly shadow suddenly spread out and turned into a large piece of black ash, scattered on the white cloth of the box.

A large amount of black ash seems to be motionless, but Lin Xin's senses are so sharp that he can perceive it in the blink of an eye. These black ash are constantly moving at an extremely slow speed.

It's just because the speed is too slow that people can't notice it.

It can move less than an inch in an hour. Mr. Du whispered, This is a miracle. They are just simple countless characters. When combined together, there is no power fluctuation, and no trace of formation!

It's as if it didn't exist in our field of vision originally, only through special means can we temporarily see its existence.

Lin Xin narrowed his eyes and carefully looked at the black ash in the box. I didn't know what I was thinking for a while.

Mr. Du stretched out his hand again, flicked lightly in the box, all the black and ash gathered together again, and all condensed into a butterfly shadow like before.

This butterfly is alive.

What?! Lin Xin was taken aback.

The suzerain must have found out, too? Mr. Du said in a low voice. At this time, several other senior researchers also came together, and several young disciples followed.

Lin Xin stretched out his hand and touched the shadow of the butterfly that he couldn't touch at all. He suddenly remembered the Na Shura he saw in Shishiyuan back then.

It is indeed alive!

After our research, we found that this butterfly actually exists in another world, a world completely different from ours.

Old Mr. Du frowned.

This statement is difficult to understand and difficult to explain, but it can be explained in another way.

He pointed to the butterfly shadow and said.

The suzerain should know that there are many groups in nature, such as bee colonies, ant colonies, etc., are all based on groups, right?

Lin Xin nodded. I know this.

Practitioners are actually no worse than science in the study of nature in this world, it's just in the hands of a small number of people. So he is not surprised that the old man can have such understanding.

After all, this has even involved mysterious soul science research operations. Knowing about group consciousness is nothing.

Elder Du continued.

That's easy to explain.

He stood up and turned around in place.

We preliminarily determined that the body of this butterfly is scattered in an area of ​​a broken wall. Only when we gather together by means can we see it. But in fact, the invisible scattered form should be It's normal.

And there seem to be many existences like this around us. He said solemnly. Their bodies are huge and scattered, and the dispersion is so thin that we can't even detect them, and they can even penetrate into our bodies. But whether it is us or them, it is difficult to find the existence of each other, because our levels are completely different.

Having said that, Lin Xin seemed to understand. This is like the theory of dimensions or dimensions of Earth time.

The bodies of these creatures are too large and thin, so that their bodies must be condensed and shrunk to a limit before they can be observed.

Their bodies can exist in our myriad things, and overlap with the world we live in, without interfering with each other. Elder Du suddenly paused.

No, maybe it's not unaffected, it's just that we don't know yet.

As soon as he thought of this, he seemed unwilling to say any more. He frowned and thought hard, and actually forgot the few people sitting in front of him, and walked away while muttering.

Master Wen apologized to Lin Xin with a wry smile.

Mr. Du is like this. Please don't blame the suzerain. He would risk his life for research. If it weren't for him, we don't know how long it would take us to discover the integration method of this butterfly. (To be continued ~^~)