Playing the cultivation game in the world of cultivating immortals

Chapter 28 Rules of Illusion

On the top of the cloud mountain, deep in the cloud tide.

The young man in black clothes climbed up the steps and stopped in front of the last stone step. With a serious look on his face, he bowed his hands and saluted towards the small building.

"Sir, the three white wooden tokens on the top floor of the secret building have disappeared for no reason. Do you want to order their traces to be traced?"

It was the time when the sun was at its hottest, and although practitioners were not afraid of severe cold or heat, the young man's forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat.

After a long time, a crisp sound came from inside the building.

"Ignore it."

The young man breathed a sigh of relief, stood up straight, and maintained the same posture for a long time, feeling that his bones were stiff.

"If sir, I have nothing to say, I will leave first."

There was silence in the small building, and a new path appeared in the cloud tide under the stone steps. The young man named Yan saluted again, walked quickly down the stone steps, and the black figure gradually disappeared into the cloud tide.

In the illusion of white trees, Sheng Fei held a white wooden sign in his hand and sat on the wall of the courtyard to carefully observe the people coming and going on the street.

An hour had passed just now, and the brightness returned to the illusion. The whole town became lively again with daylight in the sky.

There is a little red paint daubed in the middle of the white wooden sign, which is the torch obtained in the last day, and a long series of densely packed small characters are engraved on the back.

The wooden sign explained the origin of the town. The town they are currently in is called Baimu Town.

In the long past, Baimu Town was just a wasteland. A god-transformation monk who was about to die accidentally entered the place and was surprised to find that the towering white tree possessed incomparable magical power.

He made a wish under the tree - hoping to survive the disaster of becoming a god.

And Bai Mu responded to him.

The monk was overjoyed and made many wishes for Bai Mu, nothing more than rare treasures and the company of beautiful women.

Bai Mu responded to him one by one, and the monk's desire was greatly satisfied.

Although he was very reluctant to part with this magical tree that could grant wishes, his longing for his master still made him want to return home with many rare treasures and a beautiful woman.

The monk began to try to leave this wasteland, but the white mist outside blocked their departure. He was surprised at first, then gradually became afraid, and finally fell into despair - he could no longer leave the scope of the white wood!

With the last glimmer of hope, he made various wishes to Bai Mu, and Bai Mu still responded to all his wishes - except leaving.

The monk gave up completely, but he cheered up again after thinking that he had everything he wanted here, and that his sweetheart was with him, and that the two of them were living a happy life.

Later, more and more people strayed into the wasteland, and people spontaneously built a town around Baimu. As time went by, the size of the town became larger and larger.

Sheng Fei sighed after reading it. It was wonderful to be able to realize all his wishes, but the price was really...

The residents of Baimu Town all realized their desires because of the magical power of Baimu. There were no disputes in the town. Most people gradually accepted the reality that they could not leave, began to have children, and lived under Baimu for generations.

The peaceful peace was broken one day when a girl successfully stepped out of the white mist.

"The wooden sign says that the God-backing woman tried to cut off the God-given tree." Tian Lingling read softly, "But the God-given tree was filled with grief and anger, and no longer gave any gifts to Baimu Town."

Sheng Fei nodded. The goddess-carrying daughter should refer to the little girl in a white dress who was tied to a pillar. They had seen her before.

"After a long time, most people in the town have completely lost the idea of ​​leaving, and regard Baimu as their supreme belief."

"They believed that the act of betraying the daughter of God had betrayed the grace of the God-given tree, so they decided to hold a grand ceremony under the white tree to seek forgiveness from the God-given tree."

But there is also a small group of people who still have the fire of returning home burning in their hearts, thinking that the God-forsaken daughter has found new hope for them - she is not wrong.

At the bottom of the wooden sign, the method of leaving the illusion is clearly written.

"Anyone who enters this illusion can move freely here. When you want to leave, you only need to go under the white wood and make your choice."

"No matter what you choose, you will be richly rewarded when you leave."

"Excuse me, is it a sin to betray the daughter of God?"

Sheng Fei read and digested all the information on the wooden sign, and felt that the person who created this illusion was truly worthy of his name as the second most exploited person in Tianxiao Realm.

An absolutely safe illusion, generous rewards, this is a completely free pie, what other good things are there?

No wonder players are frantically looking for ways to enter the White Tree Fantasy. Every White Tree Token that appears can be sold at a sky-high price. It’s just because this fantasy can be entered repeatedly!

It feels good to pick up wool for a while, and it feels good all the time.

But the existence of that option made Sheng Fei very unhappy. She always hated doing multiple-choice questions, and she couldn't help but feel depressed.

"Tian Lingling, can you analyze the structure and rules of the illusion and directly find the exit of the illusion?"

Well aware of the fact that things that are easier to obtain often cost more, she thought that after guiding Chu Qingchen and Liu Lanyun to formally enter the path of spiritual practice, she wanted to leave the secret realm of the enemy's family directly to save him some resources.

Unbeknownst to you, Baimu Town's bloody lessons were right in front of her, and she was even considering how much reward she would have to pay to the master of the secret realm as a price for temporarily staying here.

Sheng Fei turned over and jumped off the courtyard wall. Hey, he landed perfectly!

Xiaotuanzi turned away his little face proudly, patted the non-existent dust on his body, and returned to the house limping along the wall.

Beyond the clouds and tides, there is a different sky and sun, abundant flowing water, jade-green rocks, green tiles and red roofs, and jade railings.

There are many layers of pavilions, hidden in the mountains, and traces are hard to find.

After the young man in black clothes stepped out of the cloud tide, he breathed a deep sigh of relief and then raised his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead.

The young man at the foot of the stone steps hurried forward to greet him and said happily: "Yan, you are finally out."

The young man is dressed in red, his black hair rustles in the wind, a red flame is about to appear on his forehead, and his features are picturesque.

"Have you met Mr., and what did he say?"

"I didn't see it." Yan took out the water bag, drank a swig, and patted his chest to relieve the remaining tension in his heart.

Seeing that the young man in red looked slightly disappointed after hearing this, Yan smashed the water bag in his hand and said in a feint of anger: "You want to see Mr., you can go to the top of Yunshan Mountain to see me, don't you leave me here?"

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"No way, how can I have the courage?" The young man in red quickly caught the water bag coming towards his door and smiled happily, "Don't talk about going to the top of the clouds, just lend me ten

Even if the tower master is so brave, I dare not call on you."

"No one in the tower knows that you, Yan, are the only one allowed to step into the cloud tide."

The young man in red had a hint of flattery in his tone, put his arm around the young man in black clothes and asked in a low voice.

"So what did Mr. Sir say about the three white wooden tokens that disappeared in the secret building?"

Yan recalled the voice that came from the depressing mountain road and fell into hesitation.

"Chihuo, I think you'd better give up that idea."

The cloud tide behind the two people gradually closed up, the stone steps disappeared completely, and there was no sound in the large valley.

"Sir said..."

"leave it."

(End of chapter)