The Lord of Void and Real

At first, Shen Luo was a bit puzzled, but after a brief consideration, he understood.

The books in this hall were mostly open to all inner and outer sect disciples. They were mostly basic techniques. It was unlikely that the sect’s true heritage of important classics would be kept here.

This was actually no different than the practice of the Spring and Autumn Pavilion. The Sect’s foundational techniques were mostly passed down orally between the masters and disciples and kept secret. The Pure Yang Sword Technique was handled this way.

After a brief rest, Shen Luo picked out a few basic cultivation methods from the pile of ancient books, as well as those about Spiritual Medicine and Artifacts Refining, and stored them in the Seven Star Pen.

Then, he collected the remaining unfinished books. Only then did he stretch out and planned to leave through the hole in the wall.

However, just as he twisted his neck and moved his muscles, the corner of his eye caught a faint white light shining in a corner of the hall.

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He hurriedly walked over and looked. There was a silk painting hanging on the wall that was about one foot wide and three feet long. The moonlight from outside illuminated it, reflecting a hazy white light.

Shen Luo was puzzled. He quickly walked to the painting and saw a bright round moon with a cluster of green bamboo underneath. The painting was called “Heavenly Bamboo Gazing at the Moon Painting”.

The painting was very high-grade. No matter what kind of color material was used, the color remained intact after so many years. The bamboo was still green, and the moon was white with a touch of yellow, giving off a warm feeling. It looked lifelike.

After just a few glances, Shen Luo suddenly felt dizzy as the bamboo and the moon seemed to be real and appeared before him.

Under the moonlight, as if a breeze had blown by, the bamboo began to sway, colliding with each other as if there were sounds of bamboo nodes hitting each other. The shadows on the ground started to change.

Shen Luo was surprised, quickly looked away, and the scene in front of him disappeared. The sound of the bamboo nodes hitting each other also disappeared.

“What’s going on?” He was quite astonished and looked at the painting again.

At this glance, the illusory scene emerged again. Not only did the bamboo shadows change continuously, but the moonlight also seemed to shatter, casting patchy light and shadow on the ground.

Shen Luo stared at the constantly changing shadows for a long time, then suddenly raised his eyebrows as if he understood something.

“It seems like something’s not quite right…” But soon, he inexplicably shook his head and murmured to himself.

He was as if under a spell, nodding one moment, and shaking his head the next. He looked at the painting for a full hour.

“The changing moon shadow seems to implicitly suggest some kind of step-change. There must be something fishy, but I won’t understand it in a short time. I’d better collect it first.” At the end, Shen Luo shook his head and sighed.

After saying this, Shen Luo went forward, took down the silk painting, rolled it up, and put it in the Seven Star Pen.

As he had crammed all kinds of things into the pen, there soon wasn’t much space left.

After cleaning up, Shen Luo walked out of the broken wall and continued towards the square. Many more ruined halls appeared along the way, all of which were already destroyed by warfare.

The various corpses and skeletons encountered along the way began to appear more densely. However, most of them were already covered by vegetation and hidden among the wild grasses.

“It seems that the main battlefield of that year’s battle was probably around here.” Shen Luo thought to himself.

Under the night sky, the surroundings were deathly silent, except for the sound of Shen Luo’s footsteps echoing around.

The collapsed halls along the way looked like piles of graves.

A night breeze blew, the shadows of the trees swayed, a green light glowed from the forest and ruins. It was the phosphorus fire rising from the countless skeletons, glowing like fireflies all over the field.

Shen Luo walked among the ghost fires and emerged from the forest, arriving in front of the expansive square.

Suddenly, a strange scene appeared before his eyes.

All around, ghost fires continually gathered, as if troops of soldiers were parading, swirling around the white square.

Shen Luo looked around in astonishment. He took a closer look at the square, but all he saw were a few shattered skeletons and fallen leaves. There were no traps or arrays, and it seemed quite ordinary.

In the middle of the square stood a round platform, only about three feet off the ground. On it, two different colored jade stones had been put together to form a vague Taiji Pattern, no other pattern was there.

Shen Luo immediately released his Divine Sense, sweeping over the square, but nothing abnormal was found.

After waiting for a while, the ghost fires did not disperse. Instead, they landed one after another, surrounding the entire square, as if they had lit a ring of green lamps.

After a slight hesitation, Shen Luo stepped onto the square.

As soon as he set foot on the square’s stone floor, it felt like a whirlwind had suddenly risen around him, carrying all the ghost fires into the sky.

Shen Luo’s heart clenched and he immediately stopped, glancing around him.

After quite a while without any other anomalies appearing, he slightly relaxed and continued toward the platform in the center of the square.

But, after walking over a hundred steps, when he was only about ten feet away from the platform, a vague human voice suddenly echoed in Shen Luo’s ear. At first, it sounded like a mosquito buzzing, but after listening carefully, it was as loud as a large bell, reverberating incessantly.

Regardless of whether the voice was loud or soft, the words were always fuzzy, making it difficult for him to hear clearly.

Feeling puzzled, Shen Luo quickly used his Divine Sense to try to listen closely. But the moment he did, he distinctly heard, “Progress if it’s the Dao, retreat if it’s not.” Then, it felt like his mind had exploded.

There was a loud “bang.”

It felt like someone had smashed the back of Shen Luo’s head with a Great Hammer. His vision went black for a moment, and he staggered forward and backward, nearly collapsing to the ground.

He quickly stabilized his Divine Sense, rubbed his brow, and vigorously shook his head, trying to clear his mind.

He felt a sense of familiarity with this feeling. When he tried to leak the Jade Pillow Heavenly Secret, a similar incident had happened.

Staggering back a few steps, Shen Luo shook his head, and the thundering sound in his mind immediately disappeared, along with the fuzzy human voice.

He immediately stood there, somewhat at a loss as to what had just happened.

“I clearly heard a human voice just now, but what did it say?” Shen Luo’s face showed confusion as he pondered.

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