Chapter 1199 Black and White Pattern

"It's right there."

In the center of the city, a green figure jumped up and flew into the suspended island.

The island was only a thousand feet in radius, and there was nothing else except a pavilion, a stone platform, and two stone benches.

Gu Xiuyun walked straight into the pavilion.

On the stone platform, there were dense patterns engraved in black and white. One of the stone benches was covered with dust, but the other was as bright as new, as if someone often sat on it.

"Is this the second volume of Gui Zang?"

He looked down at the black and white patterns, frowned slightly, and looked a little puzzled.

The first volume of Gui Zang recorded hundreds of ways to comprehend the way of destiny, including the experiences and annotations of predecessors, which can be said to be vast.

How did the second volume... become a pattern map?

"Of course not."

While he was wondering, an old voice came from outside the pavilion.

Gu Xiuyun turned his head quickly and saw a slightly hunched black tortoise beast approaching slowly from the edge of the island. "Unconsciously, 400 million years have passed. You are the 763rd cultivator to enter this place. Junior, if you want to read Gui Zang, you have to pay a price."

"Please give me some advice, senior." Gu Xiuyun bowed and clasped his fists.

The black tortoise beast nodded slightly, seeming to be very satisfied with the other party's attitude. "When the master died, he once issued an order that if any cultivator came here, they could try to crack the Linglong Wuxiang Bureau. If they could solve this bureau within a thousand years, they could read the second volume of Gui Zang."

"Linglong Wuxiang Bureau? Are you talking about the black and white lines on the stone platform?" Gu Xiuyun asked.

"Yes."

The black tortoise nodded, "This picture looks ordinary, but it is actually a special numerology pattern. You must have read the first volume of Gui Zang before to come here. You should know that fate practitioners often deduce numerology patterns from each other and use this as a basis for discussing the Tao."

"Although the fate is complicated and difficult to understand, it is a kind of Taoism after all. The numerology pattern can clearly present the changes in the fate of practitioners, and it is also the main means for the fate lineage to discuss the law and Tao with each other."

"So that's it." Gu Xiuyun suddenly understood.

No wonder I felt a sense of déjà vu when I saw the black and white pattern just now.

When the black tortoise ancestor taught the first volume of Gui Zang, he demonstrated more than 200 numerology pattern diagrams. Compared with the black and white patterns, those pattern diagrams are much simpler and can be deciphered in three to five days.

And the pattern diagram in front of me, the black and white colors blend with each other, which is extremely complicated, and it feels like reading a heavenly book.

"Senior, what will happen if I can't solve this map within a thousand years?"

"Can't solve it?"

The black tortoise sneered, "That means you don't have the talent to comprehend the way of destiny. I will expel you from this world and you will never be allowed to enter again."

"By the way, let me remind you that a thousand years will start from now," the black tortoise continued, "You can leave temporarily and go to the holy world of reincarnation to choose a secret space-time realm to comprehend, or you can stay here and read day and night."

"Among the 763 practitioners, only 16 people cracked the Linglong Wuxiang Bureau, and they all used the secret space-time realm.

The one with the shortest time to comprehend took 40,000 years."

"40,000 years?" Gu Xiuyun was shocked.

Among the practitioners of destiny, perhaps most people's perception of destiny is not as good as his, but to be able to crack the Linglong Wuxiang Bureau, the way of destiny must have reached the seventh level.

Such a person actually needs 40,000 years?

"The Three Calamities and Nine Tribulations are not far away, and technological civilization also needs enough time to spread. I definitely cannot go to the Secret Realm of Space and Time. The only thing I can rely on is... the Black Jade Platform."

Gu Xiuyun's heart sank slightly.

If there is enough time, let alone a Linglong Wuxiang Bureau, even if it is a ten-time more complicated numerology pattern diagram, he can solve it.

In terms of fate perception, who dares to say that he is better than Tianji Patriarch in the Endless Void?

Even Bai Ze Zhenzun can't do it.

But in just a thousand years, even if there is a Qiankun Realm soul thought, this matter is hard to say...To crack the numerology pattern diagram, whether the soul thought is strong or not is one aspect, and more importantly, the perception of the way of fate and sufficient time.

As long as there is enough time, even the most complex numerology pattern diagram can be cracked.

"Junior, you have also seen the Linglong Wuxiang diagram. Whether to go or stay, decide for yourself!" The black tortoise beast raised its head.

"Thank you, senior."

Gu Xiuyun bowed and turned away.

...

Half a day later.

The green figure returned to the prairie.

As the spell was running, an invisible light gate appeared in front.

Gu Xiuyun stepped through the light gate and disappeared without a trace.

…

In the crack space, the void tide surged endlessly.

The spherical life was sandwiched between the ancestral land of the divine turtle and the barrier of the holy world, unable to advance or retreat.

"First, deal with this strange beast, otherwise it will be a big trouble to enter and exit the crack space." Gu Xiuyun looked at the huge and boundless spherical life and frowned slightly.

The abyss crack was completely covered by the spherical life, and this beast had no wisdom and did not know how to avoid it.

As long as you pass through the crack space, you will definitely be swallowed by it.

Thinking of this, Gu Xiuyun secretly pinched the spell, and the mysterious destiny unfolded.

"Woo!"

The spherical life woke up from the pain, and its huge and vast body shook violently, as if it had encountered something extremely terrible.

Time passed slowly.

Unknowingly, half a year passed.

The spherical life form is filled with invisible destiny patterns, and every phantom is perfectly integrated with the destiny mind. Although it is not as compatible as the Tongxin Gu, it can be barely controlled.

"You stay here for now. Remember, except for me, no one is allowed to enter or leave the crack space, and no one is allowed to leave this place. Do you hear me?" Gu Xiuyun said in a deep voice.

"Woo!"

The spherical life shook its body to show that it understood.

Gu Xiuyun nodded slightly and walked out of the crack space.

In an instant, he sensed the thoughts of the second clone and Bai Kongze. The second clone stayed in the depths of the black jade platform and was comprehending the origin rules and secret methods such as the Wushoutu.

Bai Kongze was killing in the underground

abyss.

Thousands of years have passed, and Bai Kongze's killing has become more and more profound. He has been promoted from the middle stage of the seventh grade to the late stage. According to this situation, he can reach the peak of the seventh grade in at most ten thousand years.

In addition to these two thoughts, there is a chilling murderous intent extending along the cause and effect, constantly wearing away the body and soul of Tongxin Gu.

"The eternal old ghost is really tireless. After a year, he has not given up yet."

Gu Xiuyun shook his head slightly and turned back to the crack space.

In just a short moment, the second clone had obtained the complete black and white veins map. The next step was to comprehend it on their own. As for whether they could crack it within a thousand years, it would depend on luck.

…

In the ancient city of Qingshi.

Pedestrians came and went, and each of them showed a pious and respectful attitude.

Since the dazzling light burst out from the ancient city half a year ago, countless mortals have come here to look for gods.

During this period, there were also many reports of encountering gods, but in the end they were all confirmed to be... fictitious.

Above the city, a thousand-foot-wide tortoise-shell suspended island loomed.

Mortals often raised their heads, hoping that a god would fly out of the island, but no matter how many times they looked, there was no result.

"I, the commoner Zhu Xi, pray to the gods to give me a magic pill to save my wife... I, the commoner Zhu Xi, pray to the gods to give me a magic pill to save my wife..."

On the street, a young man who looked like a scholar knelt every three steps and kowtowed every nine steps, praying over and over again.

His knees were worn out without any flesh, and his palms and forehead were covered in blood.

"It's this guy named Zhu Xi again. He has walked around the city more than a dozen times in the past six months. Every time he kowtows along the city walls until his knees and arms are all broken and he can no longer walk."

"This kid is really infatuated!"

"It's a pity that his wife is terminally ill and there is no medicine or stone to cure her. Otherwise, I really want to help him."

The mortals on both sides of the street looked at the young scholar and sighed.

Just as the scholar was bowing his head, a stranger in a green robe stood in front of him, "Little brother, even if you rub all the flesh on your body, can you really move the gods?"

The scholar raised his head. The man in front of him looked only in his thirties, but he had white hair, two deep and unfathomable eyes, and a faint smile at the corners of his mouth.

"People often say that there are gods above your head. A miracle has descended on the ancient city of Qingshi. This is my only chance. Sir, please get out of the way."

The scholar said seriously.

"You can move aside, but tell me what's wrong with your wife? I've traveled all over the world and I'm good at treating difficult and complicated diseases. Maybe I can cure her?" the white-haired man continued.

"Impossible."

The scholar shook his head slightly, "For several years, I have searched for famous doctors within a radius of 2,000 miles, but none of them can cure her. Only the elixir bestowed by the gods can save my wife."

"In that case, you continue to kowtow!"

The white-haired man turned and walked towards the clinic on the side, "If the gods still don't pay attention to you, you can come to me. I just opened a clinic in the city and I'm in need of business!"