Feng Rui stood quietly in front of the ancient cave, his expression was unwavering in the ancient well, his breath was completely restrained, and his eyes were like the dead water in the Tan.

The entrance of the Fantasy Moon Cave is nearly one zhang high and about seven feet wide. It appears on a gentle hillside, with green vines and thorns next to it. A few branches even hang down from the cave entrance. When the mountain wind blows, the vines are also shaking gently.

Just under the green vine, four words were carved on the stone above the cave entrance: Fantasy Moon Cave.

"The Fantasy Moon Cave is no one guarding..."

Feng Ruiling's consciousness was placed outside and covered the four directions, but found that there was no one guarding him near the Huanyue Cave.

Logically speaking, the Huanyue Cave is a sacred land of Qingyun, which contains the ancient sword of Zhuxian. It is so important that no one can guard it.

But in fact, except for the ancestor ancestral hall thousands of meters away, Feng Rui sensed that there was indeed no one near the Huanyue Cave.

However, considering the particularity of the Fantasy Moon Cave, Feng Rui felt relieved.

Because the illusion is full of illusions in the Fantasy Moon Cave, the life of the intruder can be reproduced like a reality, confusing the intruder's mind. People with weak minds basically have no return.

With Wan Jianyi sitting in the ancestral hall, who can avoid Wan Jianyi's eyes and silently approach the Huanyue Cave?

In this way, there is no need to do this and arrange people to guard the Huanyue Cave.

If Feng Rui had not practiced the technique of hiding breath, it would be difficult to quietly arrive in front of the Huanyue Cave without disturbing Wan Jianyi.

"In the Qingyun Sect Ancestor's Sect, the owner of that breath should be Wan Jianyi!"

Feng Rui sensed that thousands of meters away, there was a strong aura in the ancestral hall. The master of the aura should be in a half-step soul. According to the level of the Taiji Xuanqing Dao of Qingyun Sect, it is the half-step Taiqing Realm.

Feng Rui did not delay the time, so as not to have too many dreams at night, so he stepped into the Ancient Cave of Fantasy Moon.

The Ancient Cave of Fantasy Moon is extremely short, just a few more than thirty steps, and a simple stone chamber appeared in front of Feng Rui.

Feng Rui looked around and found several stones piled up in the corner of the wall, with moss growing in the slightly moist areas. The only difference from outside the cave is that the ancient cave is particularly quiet. When you walk into the ancient cave, everything seems to suddenly become quiet, as if it is completely isolated from the outside world.

Withdrew his gaze from around, Feng Rui's gaze fell on the stone wall facing the entrance of the cave.

On the flat stone wall, there is a stone slab inlaid with Tai Chi pattern. The spots on the Tai Chi diagram are vivid and there are signs of damage in many places. It is obviously a thing that has been around for a long time.

Feng Rui took a breath slowly, walked towards the Tai Chi pattern, gently stretched out his right hand, and a faint silver soft light burst out from his palm.

"Click"

It seemed as if a long-lasting sleeper had woken up, and the calm atmosphere was suddenly broken by a distant sound.

After Feng Rui pressed his hand against the Tai Chi pattern, the Tai Chi pattern lit up a blue light, and at the same time the Tai Chi pattern began to rotate.

A dull and rumbling sound rang out in the cave. On the right side of the Tai Chi pattern, a ring-shaped crack suddenly appeared in the stone wall, and then slowly rotated and separated to the side, revealing a secret hole.

At the entrance of the cave, there was a strange thing like gray and white mist, which looked like fog and water waves, rotating constantly, and it was hazy inside and it was not clear at all.

Looking at the mysterious and hazy water mist, Feng Rui did not hesitate or even thought about it, and walked in directly.

The fog swallowed Feng Rui's figure. The moment Feng Rui's figure disappeared, the stone walls on both sides quietly turned back, closed gently, and everything returned to its original appearance, as if everything that happened just an illusion.

After stepping into the mist, Feng Rui couldn't help but feel dazed, and his mind was blank.

When he opened his eyes again, he found himself back in front of the familiar tile house.

The tiled house is very simple and is built with adobe bricks. The tiles are ordinary tiles. Since they have not been renovated for many years, many tiles have been broken and occasionally leak when it rains.

"Little monkey, it's time to eat."

In front of the tile house, an old woman was bent and staggeringly walking with a crutch in her hand.

The old woman's face was full of wrinkles, which made people easily see that she was a weather-beaten old man. She pounded her waist from time to time and coughed a few times, making people want to support her.

"Little monkey, why don't you come into the house to have a meal soon, and the food will be cold after the meal is gone."

Seeing that Feng Rui was indifferent, the old woman couldn't help but urged her.

"grandmother……"

Feng Rui murmured in a low voice, staring at the familiar old man in front of him, and a tear fell on his cheek without realizing it.

His parents died early since childhood, and his grandmother pulled him up. Unfortunately, when he was thirteen years old, his grandmother fell ill and died. He never enjoyed a day of happiness until his death.

Feng Rui's eyes swept into the tile house, where there was a ragged table, and there was a simple meal on the table, everything was as familiar as I remembered.

"It's a pity that fake is always fake..."

Feng Rui glanced at grandma and bowed deeply to grandma. Then the entire illusion was shattered in an instant!

When Feng Rui opened his eyes again, he found himself appearing in a desolate Gobi Desert, without any trees, flowers and plants, only dark gray rocks and sand. The strong wind blew across the Gobi Desert with a whimpering sound.

Above the head is a strange sky, and the thick dark purple clouds pressing the world as if it is breathless.

In the clouds, huge white lightning continued to slash from the sky and jumped across the sky.

The farthest sky in the distance is a dark green halo, which is particularly bright, like a dazzling light at the end of the darkness. Countless meteors pass by the sky, emitting a blazing and dazzling light, turning into a brilliant and spectacular star language in the sky.

After a while, Feng Rui slowly withdrew his gaze, his mood gradually calmed down, and he looked forward. On the desolate Gobi Desert, not far ahead of him, an altar stood there.

The altar is a dark gray stone, with steps on all sides, seven layers above and below. There are seven giant pillars on the altar, divided into seven colors, each of which is dozens of feet high, and three people can be surrounded. Ordinary people look as small as an ant on this altar.

In the middle of the altar, there is an ancient tripod of ancient form, standing quietly.

Feng Rui flew on the altar and stared at the quaint giant tripod. His long sleeves were waving, and a magic power surged out. The ancient tripod instantly exploded to pieces, and pieces splashed everywhere.

In the smoke, a simple and slender sword shadow slowly appeared in front of him.

It was a very ancient long sword, with the sword body and hilt merged into one, like a stone but not a stone, like a jade but not a jade. It looked ordinary, with patterns on the sword, as if it was a bit old, and there were even faint cracks on the sword body.
Chapter completed!