Chapter 1028 Advanced Interface
"It will take some time before everyone arrives. You should settle down on the island with your people. It's a good opportunity to comprehend this method. I will send someone to call you when everyone is gathered." Mu Daoren nodded slightly, showing satisfaction with the treatment of Binglan Patriarch, and said.
Yuan Ming had no objection in his heart. He said goodbye to the two Mahayana Patriarchs respectfully, and then came to the arranged residence under the guidance of Nangong Xian'er.
He closed the door, sat cross-legged, and couldn't wait to comprehend this profound skill.
Although Yi Qi Hua San Qing and Za Dou Cheng Bing Soldiers are both clone techniques, they are very different.
This method requires the caster to leave a magical power mark on others first, and then consume his own magic power to summon a clone with the same strength as the original body.
This clone can borrow any magical power of the original body, but the price is also heavy-during the existence of the clone, the original body will temporarily lose the borrowed magical power.
Moreover, once the clone borrows a certain magical power, it can no longer return it until it disappears.
The most mysterious thing about this method is that it can forcibly raise the upper limit of the magical power.
For example, Yuan Ming, the magic he is currently performing can only be effective for the Return to Void Realm, but after being performed by the clone he summoned, it can actually have an effect on the Dharma Realm.
Even if those magical powers and spells are not likely to be cultivated to the Dharma Realm, Yuan Ming can forcibly increase their power and even make the magical powers produce unexpected changes.
Yuan Ming was immersed in meditation, and after several days, he still could not find the trick to get started.
He thought hard and finally decided to use the usual means.
He contacted the people who stayed in Baidi City, taught them the method of one qi into three pure, and ordered them to meditate together, in order to master the key points as soon as possible.
In this way, he can possess them and learn their understanding.
In the following days, Yuan Ming stayed indoors and concentrated on meditating on the skills.
Taoist Mu never sent anyone to disturb him, so that he could practice without distraction.
Half a month later, one morning, there was a knock on the door outside Yuan Ming's house.
He slowly opened his eyes, and his heart moved, knowing that someone came to pass on the order.
"Master Yuan Ming, the other masters have arrived. The ancestor ordered me to inform you to meet on the island in the middle of the lake." A young man's voice sounded respectfully.
The door opened with a "bang", Yuan Ming strode out of the house, looked at the young cultivator, nodded slightly, and said:
"Lead the way."
Not long after, Yuan Ming set foot on the island in the middle of the lake again, only to see that everyone had been waiting here for a long time, but Taoist Mu and ancestor Binglan were not there.
He looked around and found many familiar faces looming in the crowd.
The first one to bear the brunt was Sima Changqin, and behind him were disciples of Tiansheng Academy.
Compared with the last time they met, his face was more vicissitudes, and his temperament was restrained, as if he had experienced the baptism of wind and rain.
Although he was not carrying the guqin, the sound of the guqin was permeating his body, which was intoxicating.
He felt Yuan Ming's gaze and looked up. There was not much hostility in his eyes. Then he looked away without saying much.
Seeing this, Yuan Ming had no intention of provoking him. His eyes turned to the Taixuanmen team on the side.
The Qingping swordsman was nodding to him. He held the long sword in his hand, stepped on the frost and snow, and was dressed in a fluttering green shirt. He was like a knight walking out of a scroll, free and unrestrained.
The Missing Moon behind him was daunted and secretly looked at Yuan Ming. There was more daunting than resentment in his expression.
Yuan Ming didn't care about it. His eyes moved again and finally fell on the team of Mingyue Palace.
In front of the team, a woman in a top scholar red dress and holding a paper fan was particularly eye-catching.
She had a proud smile on her face, her head slightly raised, and she admired the banyan tree on the island by herself, and seemed to be disdainful of everything around her.
This is the contemporary saint of Mingyue Palace, the top drama player who is known as the best defender of the realm.
Yuan Ming's gaze did not stay on her for too long, but quickly turned to Xiying in the crowd.
When he received the message from Mu Daoren, he guessed that Xiying might follow Mingyue Palace to the Secret Realm of Asking the Sky. Now he saw that it was true.
He finally put down his worries. Seeing that Xiying looked good and did not look injured, he blinked at him and made a "I'm fine" mouth shape.
Although Yuan Ming felt something was wrong, he suppressed his doubts when he saw Xiying's gesture. Just as he was about to ask through voice transmission, he saw Xiying raised his thumb, pointed at the top drama player in front of him, and made a gesture to keep silent.
He had no choice but to give up and hide his doubts in his heart.
At this moment, the top drama player suddenly turned around, glared at Yuan Ming fiercely, stepped forward a few steps to block Xiying, blocking Yuan Ming's sight.
Yuan Ming frowned slightly, but when he thought of Xiying's previous gesture, he suppressed his displeasure.
Just as he was about to look away, he suddenly found another familiar person in the Mingyue Palace team - it was Nan Shangfeng.
At this moment, Nan Shangfeng looked much more haggard and depressed. Seeing Yuan Ming looking at him, he just forced a smile and lowered his head again.
Yuan Ming was suspicious, but it was inconvenient to ask directly, so he had to keep this in mind silently.
Among the others, except for Huaxian and Changqing Qingdao who had already met, there was only a young man in a black robe.
He had a handsome face, with long black hair tied into a ponytail on his left shoulder. The hair was tied with a small bronze chain. The other end of the chain was connected to a pair of single-frame crystal lenses, which he put on the left bridge of his nose.
He noticed Yuan Ming's gaze, but he didn't show any expression. The whole person was like a stubborn stone, with no expression on his face.
Yuan Ming was not familiar with this person. When he was wondering about his identity, he heard Nangong Xian'er's reminder: "Yuan Daoyou, his name is Guixian, and he is also one of the guardians of the realm. He is good at puppetry."
Yuan Ming suddenly realized, nodded calmly, and retracted his gaze, not looking any more.
After half an incense stick, everyone's wait finally paid off.
Under the banyan tree, the figure of Mu Daoren appeared out of thin air. He looked around at everyone and slowly said: "Sorry for the long wait. Binglan is making the final preparations. You guys follow me first."
The next moment, accompanied by a deafening roar, the ground under everyone's feet seemed to be given life and kept squirming.
Suddenly, countless vines broke out of the soil, like dancing giant snakes, tearing the ground with all their strength, rolling to both sides with mud and rocks, and a deep and mysterious passage gradually appeared, leading directly to the ground.
Everyone followed Mu Daoren into the passage, only to feel the darkness around them, and only the faint light in front of them led everyone's steps.
After an unknown amount of time, the view suddenly opened up, and a majestic underground palace came into view.
The space of the palace was extremely vast, and even if thousands of people poured into it, it would not seem crowded.
In the center of the palace, a grayish-grey platform stood majestically, with crystal chains entwined around it that flashed dark purple aura, exuding a mysterious atmosphere.
Around the platform, seven thick jade pillars stood upright, each of which was connected to the platform, and the chains were entwined, as if guarding some unfathomable secret.
Six of the jade pillars were dim, and only the one in the southeast direction was covered with a layer of snow-like white aura, and the ancestor Binglan was sitting on it at this moment, with a peaceful look.
Everyone was amazed when they saw this scene.
At this moment, Guixian suddenly spoke up: "Senior Mu, are you and Patriarch Binglan the only two Mahayana masters who took action to open the secret realm this time?"
"There are frequent changes in the Demon Realm, and the vanguard has arrived. Qinglian and the others are now in Guixu, and they really can't spare the time to come back." Mu Daoren nodded, with a solemn look on his face.
"If so, wouldn't the maintenance time of the entrance to the Wentian Secret Realm be greatly shortened this time?" Guixian heard this, and a trace of worry flashed across his face.
"It's not as serious as you think. At most, it will only shorten the time by one third. Although it's a pity, there's nothing we can do about it." Mu Daoren sighed.
After hearing this unexpected information, everyone's faces became much more solemn.
They all knew that Guixu was located in the extreme north of Chuyun Realm, and the space there was extremely unstable.
The last time the Demon Realm invaded, the demons broke through the void from there and entered Chuyun Realm.
Since the end of the last realm war, the demons and Chuyun people have stationed troops in Guixu, and they have been fighting all year round.
In the past, there was only one Mahayana in charge of Guixu. Now that three Mahayana have gathered together, it shows that the space barrier is already in danger and may break at any time, thus erupting a new round of interface war.
Mu Daoren seemed to feel the heavy emotions of the crowd. He paused and took the initiative to change the subject: "This is your first time to come to the Questioning Heaven Secret Realm. According to convention, I should introduce the origin of this secret realm to you. Unlike other interfaces in Chuyun, the Questioning Heaven Secret Realm is actually a collapsed high-level interface. It borders the Chuyun Realm and has had exchanges with the Chuyun Realm in ancient times, but it collapsed overnight for unknown reasons. After the ancient Mahayana discovered it, he used his great magical powers to build a relatively stable channel to enter the Questioning Heaven Realm and explore the mystery of its collapse."
"May I ask, senior, what is a high-level interface?" Yuan Ming was curious and asked.
The eyes of the others also looked at Mu Daoren. Obviously, many people also had this doubt.
"Just like the spiritual veins are divided into high and low levels, different interfaces are also divided into different levels according to the overall strength and the concentration of spiritual energy. The Izumo Realm where we are is a low-level interface, and the Demon Realm is the same." Mu Daoren explained.
"I wonder how big the difference is between the high-level interface and the low-level interface?" Yuan Ming asked again.
"The passage to the Heaven-asking Realm is located underground in Changqing Qingdao. Because of this, spiritual energy often flows back through the space gap in the secret realm, making the concentration of spiritual energy here similar to that of the Heaven-asking Realm. When you came here, you should have felt the difference." Mu Daoren smiled and replied.
Yuan Ming was shocked when he heard this, and immediately understood the extraordinaryness of the high-level interface.
He took a deep breath, as if he could feel the majestic spiritual energy from the high-level interface.
"The higher the level of the realm, the more abundant the spiritual energy it contains, and the more various natural treasures it contains. Although the Wentian Realm has been broken, the spiritual objects it contains are far superior to those in the Izumo Realm and the Demon Realm. This is why we want you to enter it to find opportunities." Mu Daoren continued.
Everyone nodded when they heard this, and there was a hint of expectation and excitement in their hearts.