"Sang Ying, you finally woke up, you scared me to death!"

Sang Ying was helped to sit up. She didn't even have time to comfort Fang Chi. Her first reaction was to look at her limbs.

These hands are still so slender and thin, they are the hands of a person who has not yet grown up.

There are thick calluses in the palm of my hand, but it is not as strong as in the dream.

"Why, you still can't tell the difference between reality and dreams?" Fang Chi saw this and patted her shoulder, "I was confused when I first woke up, and I was still wondering where my arrogant sword went.

, and then I realized that I was just dreaming."

There was a hint of disappointment in her tone, and she seemed to really like the knife that was a head taller than her.

"Maybe it's not a dream." Hai Tingzhou interrupted.

Sang Ying followed the sound and looked over and found that he was busy cleaning the dust on the stone wall.

It was also at this time that Sang Ying discovered that they were no longer on the stairs where she was unconscious before, but in a stone room.

This stone chamber doesn't look very big, and there are some unclear patterns carved on the stone walls on all sides.

Hai Tingzhou wanted to study it, so he specially cleaned the dust on it, and then the patterns on the stone wall were slowly revealed.

Fang Chi couldn't understand what was painted on it, but he could understand Hai Tingzhou's words. She asked, "What do you mean? Isn't this a dream? Could it be that I was really a dragon in my last life?"

Cultivators don't have anything to say about their past and present lives. At least in the Lilan world, death is death. At most, those with stronger souls will turn into ghost cultivators.

Hai Tingzhou replied: "Even if it's a dream, we can't have the same dream, right? So I guess we were pulled into an illusion, and all we saw were other people's memories."

Before Sang Ying woke up, the two of them had already reviewed the contents of the dream.

Fang Chi knew that Hai Tingzhou was the young master of the Qinglong tribe who was obsessed with formations, and Hai Tingzhou also understood that Fang Chi was the eldest lady of the Golden Dragon tribe who liked swords.

Having said this, Fang Chi couldn't help but ask: "What about you, fellow Taoist Sang Ying, who are you in the dream?"

She still firmly believed that it was just a dream, although everything in the dream was extremely real.

"Me?" Sang Ying was in a daze for a while, and then she uttered three words, "Bai Qinglong?"

Their eyes instantly fell back to her, and Hai Tingzhou even ignored the mural and moved closer to her with Fang Chi.

"Are you that Young Master Bai, the one who sacrificed his body to the formation?!" Hai Tingzhou looked at her, his hands itching and wanting to reach out and touch her.

After all, when he was in the illusion, he admired Bai Qinglong of the White Dragon Clan very much, but because of his shyness, he only said a few words to him in the end.

Fang Chi was much more straightforward than him. He immediately held Sang Ying's shoulders and wanted to pull her into his arms.

Fortunately, Hai Tingzhou tried his best to stop her, so she didn't succeed.

"It's you, I knew it was you! Sister, your sword is so slippery!" As someone who has fought against "Bai Qinglong", no one knows better than her how superb his opponent's swordsmanship is.

It was also at this moment that Sang Ying completely distinguished herself from Bai Qinglong.

This illusion had a great impact on her. When she felt the thin spiritual power in her body that belonged to the foundation building period, she even felt a little disappointed.

But Sang Ying quickly adjusted, and she believed that one day she would be able to have such powerful power on her own!

Sang Ying's legs and feet were probably numb from lying down for a long time. She slowly got up and moved around, and her eyes were involuntarily drawn to the stone wall.

"How did we get here?" If she remembered correctly, she should have fainted while walking on the stone steps leading to the underground palace.

Fang Chi replied: "I don't know this either. Anyway, when I wake up, we will already be lying here."

Hai Tingzhou couldn't help but nod, indicating that he was in the same situation as Fang Chi.

Sang Ying frowned and suppressed the strangeness in her heart.

While he was talking, Hai Tingzhou had already cleaned up the stone wall. Because the murals on it were very fragile, he moved very carefully and it took a lot of effort to clean them out.

Clear murals were revealed, depicting characters and cities. There were some connections between several pictures. It was obvious that a story was recorded.

Hai Tingzhou, who was responsible for cleaning the murals, was naturally the one who knew the story best among the three. When he saw the other two looking curious, he explained: "This seems to be a painting about repaying gratitude and making promises."

"It seems that a big thing fell from the sky one day in a fishing village by the sea. The people here had never seen anything like this, and they were too scared to come into contact with it. One of the fishermen had the courage to treat the injury of the big thing.

After discovering that it was born in the water, I brought it back to the sea little by little."

"Although the big guy didn't survive long after being sent back to the sea, in order to repay the kindness of the fishermen, it gave them many treasures from the sea, as well as its...skin?"

The last word was full of uncertainty. It was because the mural was so badly damaged that Hai Tingzhou could not see it clearly.

"Then the fishermen used these treasures to rebuild the village and became the village chief. The big guy also protected the village before his death. Finally one day, the big guy couldn't move anymore and it returned to an island.

, and slept there. And before it died, it made an agreement with the fishermen."

Hai Tingzhou read this information with difficulty from the incomplete mural.

Sang Ying focused her attention on the "big guy" falling from the sky in the first mural. Looking at its slender figure, Sang Ying suddenly said: "Do you think that big guy could be a dragon?"

The two people who were still arguing about the content recorded on the mural instantly became quiet and gathered in front of the first mural.

"This really looks like a dragon." Fang Chi raised his hand and touched the "big thing" on the mural.

However, the next second, the three people in front of the mural disappeared.

All that was left in this stone room was Fang Chi's final voice.

The quiet stone room soon welcomed new guests.

The young man at the head looked a little embarrassed, obviously having experienced a fierce battle. The woman in white who was following him had a dazed expression with a hint of shrinking.

She unconsciously raised her hand and touched her forehead. Not long ago, she was killed by a claw from the monster.

"Fuyun, come here and take a look. There are several murals here." Hai Pingge called her, and Su Fuyun quickly stepped over.

When they followed the dragon's chant to find the altar, they happened to bump into those Nascent Soul monks.

In order to buy them time to enter the underground palace, Hai Pingge's followers have all fallen into the hands of Yuanying monks. Su Fuyun's beast ring also fell while dodging.

She had no way to save her life at this moment, so she could only follow Hai Pingge obediently.

Even though she knew that the other party was the Xuanjing Mountain in her dream!


Chapter completed!