Chapter 39: Going out of the corridor

Lu Zhao looked up at Xiaotian Mengzun. At this time, there were two more [dream bricks] in his hand and said, "Senior, this piece is a high-quality dream source, and the other piece is a fourth-class dream source. When we met for the first time, we regarded it as a gift I gave."

His eyes stopped at the two crystal stones that Lu Zhao was holding. After a while, the latter's soul fluctuation gradually returned to normal, he nodded slightly, put his hands behind him, raised his head, looked at the blue wall, sighed and murmured, "I didn't expect that I could still have hope of living. It's really a matter of heaven that I won't destroy me."

"This quality! Flawless!" Xiaotian Mengzun only had the high-quality dream brick in his eyes. His pupils shrank, and his eyes scanned the patterns that ordinary people could not see on it. The more he looked, the more excited he became. However, his other hand still tightly grasped the fourth-class dream source given to him by Lu Zhao. He was also very happy to be able to get an extra gift of "eating without taste, and giving it up."

No matter what Xiaotian Mengzun’s expression was, the transaction between Lu Zhao and him was completed, and he said to himself: “I don’t know how this corridor appeared. Naturally, it’s true that there are all kinds of wonders. This is just the beginning of the corridor. If it is further down, I don’t know what kind of strong people will be there.”

As soon as Lu Zhao said this, he stopped suddenly because he suddenly felt the soul energy on his body began to fluctuate violently, and an unconcealable fear surged on his face.

He opened his mouth and looked at the fear on Xiaotianmeng Zun's face. At this moment, Lu Zhao suddenly felt a cold air coming from the soles of his feet to the sky spirit cover. Damn... I actually forgot that this was a terrible danger. However, what kind of strong man was hidden that would actually make a former strong man show such a look?

A gloomy and weird atmosphere lingers in this space. After a while, it breaks away in the sound of Xiaotian Mengzun gasping.

Lu Zhao nodded slightly and frowned and said, "If there is an unlucky Taoist lord who breaks in one day, there will probably be no good consequences. But how should I pass through this corridor?"

"Don't worry, we sealed people can only survive in a certain range around the pattern. If we leave this range, we will die automatically like a fish leaving the water." Xiaotian Mengzun also came back to his senses and said lightly.

Hearing this, Lu Zhao breathed a sigh of relief, at least he still had a chance to pass, nodded and thought to himself: "It's okay."

"My friend, for your help, I advise you not to touch the patterns on the wall curiously on the way through the corridor. Although I don't know what kind of strong people are in the broken patterns, the moment I was sealed by the corridor, I was able to sense from the breath emitted by the patterns that vaguely, every pattern has an extremely terrifying soul."

Xiaotian Meng Zun took a deep breath, waved his hand, and slowly said. Seeing Xiaotian Meng Zun's solemn expression, Lu Zhao swallowed and nodded quickly. He could make a strong man who had a cultivation level close to Daojun so afraid. Is there any terrible existence beyond Daojun in the patterns of the Dream Gallery?

"I can sense it slightly, and it was the moment when I was sealed. I felt it faintly, otherwise it would be absolutely difficult to detect it in ordinary ways. Sometimes, I even wonder whether this mysterious corridor can really pass through, and whether the patterns are the gatekeepers who regard us as dream corridors?" Xiaotian Mengzun said slowly.

Lu Zhao wiped a cold sweat. This endless dream corridor became more and more mysterious in his heart. Not only could the essence of dreams be born, but it also sealed the strange race like Xiaotian Mengzun. Even in the wall, there were many mysterious existences that even strong men like Xiaotian Mengzun were afraid.

"It seems that you have to pass here as soon as possible." A murmured in his mouth, Lu Zhao made up his mind to leave this damn Dream corridor as soon as possible. This made him so depressed.

"If you want to pass through the corridor, you need to pay attention to some key points. If you walk around casually, it will be difficult to reach the end of the corridor smoothly. Only the area in the center of the corridor is divided by two yellow lines is safe. Walking inside, you don't have to worry about igniting the strong people in the patterns. Of course, some accidents will also happen..." Xiaotian Mengzun, who was standing beside him, spoke.

Lu Zhao nodded. After the lesson just now, in order to prevent the strong man in the pattern from being stimulated again, he had to let himself carefully inspect the terrain. He didn't ask how Xiaotian Mengzun knew about this, because this might be a secret in others' hearts, and it would be bad if he asked too much. Besides, Xiaotian Mengzun is now a grasshopper on the same rope as him, and he believes that Xiaotian Mengzun would not harm him.

Even if it is damaged, it doesn’t matter. At worst, you can just explode yourself.

When Lu Zhao felt relaxed, he had the leisure to think about other things.

"Hey, why haven't I been turned into a pattern by the corridor? Is it because my soul is stronger than Meng Zun's? It's impossible. My soul is now in the realm of the celestial fairy, but Meng Zun may have reached the realm of Taoist Lord. So, it's because there is something on me that Meng Zun doesn't have..."

"Dream City? Incense? No matter what, anyway"

Such thought flashed through his mind, and Lu Zhao quickly sat cross-legged, but his heart moved, and the divine essence swelled on the surface of his soul. Immediately, it suddenly enveloped Lu Zhao's body like a cloud of fog, and Lu Zhao's skin was also rippling with a dark light at this moment.

"This spirit?" Seeing the prototype of the will contained in the divine essence of Lu Zhao, Xiaotian Mengzun was a little surprised, and then nodded, thinking, "This will contains quite a lot of spiritual energy, but if you want to pass through the corridor with it, it is probably dangerous."

Immediately, Lu Zhao stood up and prepared to step into the depths of the corridor in one go.

Seeing Lu Zhao wanting to enter the corridor bravely, Xiaotianmengzun frowned. Just as he was about to stop him, he seemed to remember something, smiled silently, shook his head, and said, "I forgot that this little guy has a mysterious power that can resist the corridor. Perhaps it is the aura emitted from the will, it seems that the universe is in his control. What a terrifying will. Although from the perspective of vitality, this will seems to have just formed a prototype, but it has endless potential!"

Generally speaking, although practicing Taoism requires a state of mind, energy is also very important. Without enough vitality, it is false to understand it again. This is what people often say: "The world is a material world, and the spirit must also rely on matter."

But this is not the case for Lu Zhao. He firmly believes that matter is the product of the spirit. The broader the heart is, the more you can get you away. This is idealism, the fundamental reason for Lu Zhao's practice.

The universe creates Taoism, or the Taoism creates the universe?

Others are feeling the existing Tao in the universe, but Lu Zhao is using his practice to prove the latter. He has put a seed of the universe in his head, waiting for a bang to explode a universe.

This is the path Lu Zhao himself chose, a path he followed his heart.

In fact, Xiaotian Mengzun had long seen that the most powerful thing in Lu Zhao was not his soul, nor his dream source, nor his cultivation, but his alternative aura.
Chapter completed!