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Eighteen forms of the Coiling Dragon Blade!

The roaming dragon was twice as large as it was before, and its body was even more solid than before. It didn't need fire elemental energy to be able to be seen by the naked eye.

Now, I think I have the strength of Mo Ang back then. His strength should be at the large success stage of the Acupoint Charging Stage.

However, I needed to comprehend the story inside the Heavenly Marking Spell, yet I obtained it so quickly. Could it be that Grandpa Sun sealed my cultivation in this story and passed it down to me at a suitable time?

Back then, the story of Immortal Soldier He Huan was when I was in a life or death situation, and this story of Demon Soldier Mo Ang was told to me at this moment.

After thinking about it for a moment, I was unable to figure out the connection between the two. Perhaps, when I read the next story and understand the power of the story, I would be able to figure out the connection.

There are still eleven months until October. That should be enough time for me to see the third story. However, before this, since I have already formed a soul scroll, I should properly cultivate these six soul fragments.

The second scroll recorded six soul fragments. At this moment, I slowly opened it, but there was nothing inside. It was completely empty.

When I saw this blank space, I was stunned for a moment. Then, I couldn't help but reveal a smile.

The Fate Soul was revealed, and the Fate Soul with an evil smile suddenly opened its eyes. The Fate Soul was revealed, and the Fate Soul with an evil smile suddenly opened its eyes.

The soul saw that it was also blank, but when the fate soul grabbed the scroll and slowly pulled it open, the contents were revealed.

These six soul fragments should be considered the first level because the first level was the complete awakening of the soul piece. However, the second level was no longer a writing but a painting.

The painting was simple and unadorned. A few lines formed a person, but this person was sitting cross-legged on the ground. The scorching sun above his head was not high in the sky, but slightly to the west. And the strangest part of this painting was that this person was the only one with no shadow.

There were a few lines of words in the upper right corner of the painting. The words said: No light, no shadow, no shadow. Shadow only followed the body, Awakened Soul Shadow acted as a feeling.

These twenty words were extremely clear, and the shadow was the second fate soul. It should also be called the shadow spirit. When a Fate Soul was fully awakened, the person would have no shadow. This meant that the shadow soul had already completely awakened and could be absorbed into the body of the person's body, or some other use. However, I am not sure how to make this shadow awaken.

When he first learned the basics of six soul fragments, he thought that a person only had one soul, and that was the soul piece. In his heart, he mocked a mortal about three souls and seven souls, but now, besides the soul piece, there was also the soul piece, and from those twenty words, he was sure that the third soul piece was the soul piece. When the soul piece completely awakened, it would be time to awaken the soul piece.

Now that I have learned the first layer, I have divided four soul fragments. One in Qiuhong's body, one in Nanshan's body, one in Zou Zhi's body and one in the Snake Demon, Wu Ming's body. In order to let them temporarily replace my eyes, I had already withdrawn the two pieces that I had separated earlier when I came to this room. However, was the story of these four people really what I needed?

Shaking my head, I don't care if I need them or not. With my fate soul being so powerful, it wouldn't be a problem to send out another ten or so.

Putting away the six soul fragments scroll, I stare blankly at the last scroll that Grandpa Sun left behind. This is his soul scroll.

When I was at the Spirit Pill realm, I saw the first story. When I was at the False Sky realm, I saw the second story. Now that I'm at the Sky Realm, I can definitely see the third story.

He slowly opened the scroll, and the golden light that I had always been in the past shone brightly. Those hundreds of golden words were now strongly attracting me.

There are still eleven months, it should be enough. If it's not enough, then whatever I miss, that is all fate's doing. Yue Qingsi, whether we are fated to meet each other or not, depends on what the heavens will do this time.

Stepping into the text, I slowly opened my eyes … This is a forest. At a glance, I can see that it is vast and boundless. At this moment, my Fate Soul is Grandpa Sun's Fate Soul, and the target of it is a tree.

Inscriptionists decided to engrave an essay for a person. It must be because there was something different about that person, just like He Huan. Because she loved him, her love for the Immortal Emperor, she let Grandpa Sun decide to write a story for her.

Perhaps this wasn't considered an honor to them, but at the very least, it was a form of recognition from Grandpa Sun. But the tree in front of me, I extremely ordinary, I very much do not understand why Grandpa Sun will be a tree for an essay.

Ah, no!

ChengTian said that Grandpa Sun was already very powerful and even he wasn't his match. But the first story I saw, He Huan's story, was also only of the Sky Realm? At that time, would Grandpa Sun, who was even more powerful than the Immortal Emperor, help a little Heavenly Realm cultivator with inscription? Where did such a high cultivation come from?

Either he was lying, or that person wasn't Grandpa Sun! What was the story behind all this?

I was still deep in thought. In the forest, a strong wind blew suddenly, but after a few breaths of time, it stopped. The tree that I possessed was no longer a tree, but a man who had undergone some changes.

The entire forest had disappeared, and replacing it was a dense crowd. There were old and young people, and they all had very handsome appearances, but especially so, all of them had green hair. Regardless of whether they were young or old, they were all the same.

These people, or in other words, these demons, were Tree Spirits!

"Grandpa Xing!"

A child about six or seven years old ran over with wide open arms and laughter. When he approached the man, he tripped over a tree branch and fell to the ground.

The man's face revealed a hint of panic. He hurried forward to help the child up, but the little boy scratched his head and laughed, as if he didn't feel any pain.

"Why are you so careless? Is it painful to fall down?" The man's voice was a bit magnetic and very pleasant to listen to. Adding on a trace of the vicissitudes of life, it was even more unspeakably attractive.

"No, Grandpa Xing. My father asked me to call you over."

"Mm, let's go."

"Mn. Grandpa Xing, I want you to carry me!"

The man chuckled. The affection in his eyes became even stronger. He squatted down and said, "Come up, you're the naughtiest."

The child let out a happy cry and pounced on him, seemingly very happy. Perhaps he was this person's relative.

"Grandpa Xing, I forgot about the song you taught me last time. Teach me to sing it again."

"You are the dumbest. Look at Little Tong and the others, they have already learned it. I will teach you one last time …"

"When the spring wind blew across the fields, the land was covered in green branches. The smile on your face became even more radiant, and you walked barefooted towards the direction of the rising sun. The men of the field laughed and asked, "Where are you going, you said, toward the cleanest world in your heart?" Green wind, dark blue water, heaven stage white clouds, I will never regret it. You used your life to step into every land, in exchange for our eternal peace … "

The man's voice was slightly hoarse, but as he lightly sang this gentle song, the child's eyes blurred. Even I was intoxicated by this warm picture, a gentle spring wind seemed to blow by my ears, and a hearty laughter rang out. It was calm, peaceful … After the man finished singing, he took out a flute. This flute was not made of bamboo, but wood. It was as if a wood branch that wasn't thick or long had been hollowed out and carved into a wooden flute.

The clear sound of the wooden flute rang out, and when the surrounding people heard it, they all revealed a comfortable expression. There was not a single trace of ruthlessness in their eyes, and they were all in peace.

The melodious sound of the flute traveled far away and drifted in the air. The eyes of the surrounding people became calmer and the corners of their lips unconsciously curled up into a smile. Everyone slowly stopped, afraid that they would disturb this quiet moment.

"Cough cough …"

A light cough rang out, and all the spirit realms were broken in an instant. However, none of the surrounding people showed any signs of rebuking. They only continued their previous actions, as if the flute music was just a tiny interlude.

The man put away his wooden flute and calmly looked at a figure in the distance. It really was that person who had coughed lightly to interrupt the flute.

As he slowly approached, the little boy on the man's back seemed to slip down in fear and stealthily slipped away from the side.

"Ah Mu, stop!"

With a dignified voice, the little boy's body trembled. He slowly stood up and timidly shouted, "Grandpa Jiao!" He lowered his head, thinking about something.

The man approached slowly, and I could see for the first time that Grandpa Jiao was coughing softly. He was leaning on a curved wooden staff, and on the wooden staff was a foot-long green vine. Grandpa Jiao's face was wrinkled like an old tree, and his eyes were small, but they were extremely cold.

An old and cold voice came out of Grandpa Jiao's mouth, this time not towards the little boy called Ah Mu, but towards this man.

"Xing Gan, everyone is heading for the holy tree. Why are you going the other way?"

Xing Qian smiled and calmly said, "Ah Mu's father is looking for me."

"What is it?"

"I don't know!"

"Hmph, in the future you are not allowed to sing about that woman again. Quickly go to the Holy Tree Congregation, I have something to announce."

"Alright."

After Grandpa Jiao left, Amu let out a long sigh of relief. He patted his chest fearfully and complained to Xing Gan, "Grandpa Jiao is too scary. I can't even hide from him."

Xing Qian laughed and lightly tapped A'Mu's head. "No matter what, he is still the family head. Don't be so impudent in the future. He does everything for our own good."

A'Mu stuck out his tongue and shook his head vigorously. He didn't say anything, and even Xing Qian could only smile when he saw this. He then continued to walk in the opposite direction of the crowd.