Fist of Imagination

"I'm not crazy. I just want to borrow the Ten Thousand Volumes' true form and use its natural ability to travel across the two sides to tear a hole in the Zhoutian boundary ban left by Sheng Wuxu.

As long as a trace of 'true nature' can be revealed, the near sea is nothing to you and me. Not to mention the newly formed martial arts soul, even if it is a paper man, I can blow him to the boundary!"

Yuan Tianren transmitted his voice with his divine power, his voice was like thunder, and his tone was extremely decisive.

But Chang Duanxuan still refused to activate his magical power to help him perform the martial arts borrowing method.

"To borrow the true nature of ten thousand volumes, you can only rely on Mr. Xie's half bookmark. You only have a little bit of the true nature of others, and it is a great power that is much higher than you. Can you afford it?

With the current credits of Lu Xuebu, your quota of Yin essence this semester is not much less than last year. Do you think you are still alive? You are a Yin Demon puppet. You will die when the Yin essence is exhausted!

How much did you bet on the transfer student? Is it enough to give you all my quota this year?"

Yuan Tianren stared into the void. In the empty sea, the heart light dagger made of Liang De's full spirituality was crumbling. The purple and black spots and hairline cracks on the Ren and Du meridians were spreading, and the fuel for the condensation of heart blood was almost exhausted.

"Old Chang, I'm not betting on his life, I'm betting on my own life.

The students of this shore who are enrolled normally must practice according to the prescribed courses set by Sheng Wuxu's remnant, and you and I cannot interfere.

The transfer students who come through in the middle are rare, and they are basically the other shore species. The only transfer student of this shore species 375 years ago happened to be assigned to the Department of Space, and on the same day, Jiang Chi, that waste, took the opportunity to split his soul...

I finally waited for a transfer student of this shore species from the Department of Land. It may be possible that he can open the dead end of the graduation trip with his hand. Old Chang, don't say any nonsense about long-term planning. I bet my life with a shuttle. I have already bet all my money. Do you want to follow the banker?"

After answering his old friend's question, Yuan Tianren closed his tired old eyes and said no more.

Old Chang, what is the meaning of lingering on? Do you want to live truly like me?

"Heh..."

The silver-white mirror belt surrounding Yuan Tianren's martial arts soul disappeared layer by layer, and Chang Duanxuan began to retract his extended true nature.

Soon, only Yuan Tianren's martial arts soul, who was standing alone with his eyes closed, and the last silver-white mirror belt containing Chang Duanxuan's true nature were left in the purple palace, and this last remnant also quickly disintegrated into a line of silver light.

Only one line of connection remained between Yuan Tianren and Chang Duanxuan.

Chang Duanxuan sighed lightly, and his whole body disintegrated into countless silver-white thin lines, which broke through the air with this last line and flew into Yuan Tianren's purple palace.

Damn thing, you have cultivated a good purple palace, which is as solid as a rock and will not give up an inch. If I don't use a thousand changes, I really can't put all my true nature in.

"Hahahahaha!"

The two men who gambled everything looked at each other in silence, only smiling.

In the wild laughter of the dead soul under the sword, the brocade woven into a silver mirror with white silk fell on the martial arts soul that shrank and curled up like a fetus. The mirror surface was as clear as a vacuum, reflecting the shadow of half a broken bookmark.

Only the lower half of the bookmark remained, which seemed to be made of bamboo and wood, and a line of ink pen regular script could be vaguely seen.

"A solitary cloud and a crane float together, and a boat with ten thousand volumes of scriptures."

The silver light ripples, outlining the four-sided edges. The silver-white cube that suddenly appeared in the purple palace floated for a moment, and then split apart like a Luban lock and a magic cube. Countless small squares were separated on the mirror surface, rising and falling, like ladder blocks.

The top of the square block highlighted the positive text imitating the inscription on the bookmark. Thousands of metal movable type went up and down, printing words on a page of silver-white mirror paper. Soon, the whole page was printed, and the words were densely packed, like a fly's head and rice grains.

At first, it was a regular script traditional Chinese that was no different from the bookmark. With the sparkling silver light, it was scattered into radicals, musical notes, and shapes. The radicals were scattered into single strokes, horizontal and vertical strokes, dots, hooks, and hooks.

Those strokes blurred in the mirror and became simple drawings of countless sun, moon, stars, mountains, rivers, birds, beasts, fish and insects.

The ancient pictures evolved rapidly. The pictures became oracle bone script, oracle bone culture became bronze script, bronze culture became large seal script, large seal script became small seal script, small seal script became official script, official script became regular script, from complex to simple...

Finally, the silver page turned into a thick, crisp, uniform white relief paper, with dark lead-colored Song font characters densely spread on it, like black ants, rapidly multiplying.

The dark lead-colored Song font characters first filled the entire page, and then piled up into a raised three-dimensional low hill. The cluster of characters continued to increase and expand, and was deformed by the invisible wind, gradually forming a beast skull with a unicorn beak.

The strange beast skull with a unicorn beak descended into the Purple Mansion, and opened its tightly closed orange-yellow round eyes sluggishly. The smoke that seemed to be there flowed in the pupils, diffusing the ancient and desolate atmosphere.

The wind started.

The dim airflow composed of countless tiny characters emerged from the holes of the unicorn beak beast skull, and blew out of the Sword Immortal Ruins following Yuan Tianren's dream.

Outside the Sword Immortal Ruins, the Zhoutian Realm Ban that evolved from the remnant of Sheng Wuxu's soul after its collapse surrounded it.

There were hundreds of millions of bright yellow triangular array symbols, covering the sky and the earth. The outer boundary ban was operating normally, seamless, but it was silently penetrated by the dim airflow of text, leaving many gaps as fine as dust.

The wind entered the empty sea, like light and lightning. In a flash, countless tiny dust-like texts caught up with Liang De, who was already in a daze.

Liang De's eyes were blurred, and he vaguely saw himself shrouded in a gray mist in the confusion.

Headache and gray mist, could it be...

The texts in the mist were arranged and combined, changing colors, and suddenly gathered together.

A huge red word "danger" appeared above Liang De's head.

The word was scattered and swaying, as if it would transform into a word "death" in the next moment.

"Caught up." Yuan Chang and the other two who used the true form of Wanjuan to perform magical powers breathed a sigh of relief at the same time.

Wanjuan's breath connected Liang De's life, integrating all influencing factors and possibilities to show the dynamics of his fate at the moment, and fed back to Yuan Tianren and Chang Duanxuan on the other side in detail. The external manifestation was the red word "danger" that appeared above his head.

It's just that he's about to die, not dead yet.

It's good to catch up with this kid before he dies. As for the danger of the empty sea capsizing in the initial search for the origin of the world, for the two other shore travelers at the red robbery level, as long as they can reveal a trace of true nature from the sword immortal ruins blocked by Sheng Wuxu's residual thoughts, it will be effortless to resolve it.

Chang Duanxuan circulated the true nature called "Wanhua Xuyuan", blending it into a wisp of green wood energy that subdued dragons and tigers and removed fire and solidified forms. It was attached to the breath of Wanjuan's original appearance and passed to the depths of Liang Dexing's martial arts soul that was about to burn out. His body and soul were in harmony, and his charred Ren and Du meridians were restored as if they had received a sweet rain.

The blood-red shining "Wei" on Liang De's head gradually subsided, the blood-red faded, and the green surged up.

Wei and wood, the characters changed, and combined into a "Mast" character.

A straight green mast grew out of Liang De's martial arts soul.

With the green mast as the center, countless green characters like the sands of the Ganges gushed out like a fountain, the characters connected into green thin lines, the green lines intertwined, woven into a frame, and a large number of characters poured in to fill and compact.

Not long after, a blue sailboat with a small and fat body, a bow shaped like a bird's beak, a long and straight hull, a sail and oars raised its sails. Pushed by the gray breath, it protected Liang De's confused soul and sailed steadily, then disappeared into the empty sea.