Chapter 62: Yesterday Us, Today You and Me

“Brother…” Yin Biyue was slightly surprised when he woke up. The surroundings were not completely dark, but the sky was dimly lit. One could clearly see the frowning brows of the people around them. He asked, “Senior Brother, how long have I slept for?”

Luo Mingchuan carefully helped him up and explored his spiritual veins. Yin Biyue did not move, letting Luo Mingchuan’s true essence enter his body. While looking at the surrounding environment.

They were in a mountain stream, the soil was damp, the grass was lush by the water, the air was filled with the fragrance of grass and trees, and the mountains and rivers were peaceful and beautiful in the morning light.

But he felt that something was wrong.

Luo Mingchuan avoided answering, “How do you feel now?”

Yin Biyue’s True Essence had circulated in his body for a week, and there was still remnants of medicinal energy in his meridians. He felt a slight stabbing pain, and the broken bones were getting better. Fortunately, he did not injure his heart. The wounds were treated, and even the blood-stained robes were cleaned.

The more Yin Biyue thought about it, the more he knew how much Luo Mingchuan had done when he was unconscious.

His senior brother should have been more severely injured than he was, but he actually came to take care of him.

Thus, he held Luo Mingchuan’s hand, near his veins, preventing him from passing his true essence to himself. “I’m fine, how are you brother?”

Luo Mingchuan responded, “It’s okay.” After a moment’s hesitation, he decided to tell the truth, “I recovered very quickly.”

It was something he was beginning to fear himself.

He thought that if he used Jia Lan’s eye technique in this battle, he would definitely suffer a severe backlash. In the instant he broke through the golden formation, a huge pressure crushed every inch of his Spiritual Pulse. Even two of his ribs were broken.

However, after he actually fell down, he only fainted for a while before his body began to repair itself.

Such an incredibly powerful recovery ability can only be possessed by Demon Cultivation.

He spoke the truth with a calm expression, his heart beating like a drum. He thought, maybe even junior brother would also feel that……. he was a demonic cultivator.

The more Yin Biyue believed that he was alright, the more he pulled Luo Mingchuan’s right hand up, and only then did he heave a sigh of relief when he saw that his originally bloody and mangled wrist was now as clean as ever, without even leaving a scar.

He smiled and said, “It’s a good thing to recover quickly. As long as Senior brother is fine.”

He didn’t smile very often. Every time he did, it was as if the ice and snow had melted.

The chill in Luo Mingchuan’s heart dissipated, and he also laughed lowly.

The more Yin Biyue felt his chest quiver, the more he realized that he had been half lying in his senior brother’s arms.

Ah, I must have been so heavy! Brother has been working so hard!

His face was hot and he hurriedly got up.

Luo Mingchuan also naturally let go of him, got up and dusted his robes.

The more Yin Biyue saw his senior brother act like a gentleman, the more he felt that she was too self-conscious. There was nothing for him to be embarrassed about in the first place.

He immediately shifted his attention to the main issue, “Senior Brother, did you see the flaw in the formation earlier? Do you think we’re still in the Titian Mountains?”

They had originally fallen from the crevices of the abyss, but strangely, they had arrived here. Perhaps the power of the formation was too great, distorting space. It could also be possible that there was a new world underneath the Xing Shan temple.

The two of them walked along the stream, observing their surroundings while trying to guess the current situation.

Luo Mingchuan had already used his divine sense to look very far ahead and hadn’t found any danger,

“There’s something fishy about the golden light array. I saw that there was an unstable vein underneath the array. The fluctuations of energy were different from other places. I only wanted to try breaking through the array formation, but I didn’t think that I would come here … The variety of the trees here, the humidity of the air, were all different from the Titian Mountains. It was as if … it’s another world.”

In fact, there was one more thing he didn’t say.

The reason he chose to jump into the abyss was because he felt a familiar aura. It was as if there was something of the same sect that attracted him.

This feeling is too illusory and can’t be taken seriously, saying that it will only make the younger brother worry about him.

Yin Biyue’s spiritual senses were very powerful, it already 60% recovered, so he could tell that this was not Titian Mountains. He was deep in thought and couldn’t help but mumble, “There’s something fishy about the Golden Light Array …”

Luo Mingchuan nodded, “Yes. The Cangya Mountain’s protective magical formation costs eighty thousand Spirit Stones just to maintain and consume more Spirit Stones to activate once a year. It also requires the ‘Cangya Medallion’ or the ‘Spring Mountain Laugh’ left behind by the founder of the Cangya Mountain Range.”

Yin Biyue understood what he meant.

Cangya’s protective magical formation was already like this, not to mention that Xingshen Temple was able to sustain an exquisite magical formation of the ‘Era of Saints’ for a million years. How much effort would it take to survive until now?

Although the temple had resources and resources, it was still far from the required level.

The more Yin Biyue calmed down, the more he observed this place.

He finally realized what was wrong.

There was the sound of wind and water, the sound of trees and pines, but there was no sound of living creatures.

There were no birds in the woods, no fish in the water, no insects in the grass.

The climate was pleasant and the water and soil were abundant. But other than him and Luo Mingchuan, there were no other signs of life.

At this moment, the sky was already bright, but the sun was nowhere to be seen. When he looked at the originally tranquil and beautiful scenery, he could see that they were all dead and lifeless.

It was like a place of death.

Yin Bi’s heart became slightly cold, “Maybe the Golden Light Array is not supported by spirit stones and divine weapons, but by some kind of life force …”

This speculation is ridiculous. He couldn’t even talk about it himself.

Luo Mingchuan did not answer directly. But there are similar speculations in his mind.

The two did not speak any more, and walked towards the depths of the woods vigilantly and tacitly.

There is a magnificent yellow tile between the branches and trees, and it is the only building in the entire mountain forest.

After approaching, the red lacquer painted plaque had already faded, there were barely visible four mottled characters-Da Xiongbao Palace.

It was said to be a palace, but it was not big. It could only be considered a buddhist hall.

Along the way, they were already certain that this wasn’t an illusion. Now that he saw a buddhist temple that looked exactly the same as the one in Xing Shan Temple, it meant that this abyss was indeed another heaven and earth behind the temple.

The Buddhist hall stood alone in the field, closed and locked, and accumulated dust for many years. The wooden doors and window frames were old and old.

It seemed that a gust of wind would be able to destroy it, but as they approached it, the wind even quieted down.

Yin Biyue and Luo Mingchuan looked at each other.

Cultivators were more sensitive than ordinary people. As their realms improved and their soul became stronger, their intuition would become more and more accurate. At this moment, they all felt that perhaps the strangeness of the golden light formation was within this buddhist hall.

The two of them didn’t rush in; instead, they first sent out their spiritual sense to check it out. No abnormalities were found.

The more Yin Biyue pushed open the door with the tip of his scabbard, the more the stone lock fell with a thud, bringing with it smoke and dust.

The buddhist hall was dark and gloomy. The apricot yellow curtains were covered with a thick layer of cinnabar dust, but no spider webs could be seen.

Although the roof beam is corroded, the structure is tight and strong. The main beam is two six-rafters that overlap up and down, and the four-rafters and flat beams that are stacked on top of each other are gradually reduced.

Such complicated craftsmanship has long since been simplified and eliminated, and you can’t even see it in Xingshan Temple.

But in the Holy Age, it was the mainstream of Buddhism and other buildings.

Although the altar was high, the Buddha statue was small.

Eyes half closed, sitting cross-legged, left hand across the knee, right hand flexed fingers up, formed the ‘seal imprint’.

It had been painted with gold, but it had been peeling off with age, revealing its original dark brown color. There was something sinister and terrifying about the comparison.

When Luo Mingchuan stepped into the buddhist hall in front of him, he suddenly felt a violent wave of dizziness hit him.

He turned to say ‘Don’t come in,’ but his body suddenly fell backwards!

When Yin Biyue saw his expression, he got more confused. He quickly took two steps to support him.

At the same time, when he stepped into the buddhist hall, his vision suddenly turned black. The last thing he saw was the half closed eyes of the buddhist statue.

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Luo Mingchuan, who was standing on the edge of the cliff, was still in a daze.

He remembered that he and his junior brother were clearly at Xing Shan Temple, but now …

“Demon!”

His shout was as loud as thunder.

His head was dizzy and he could feel pain in every part of his body. He was woken up by the sound. He looked down and saw that his entire body was covered in blood.

The wind on the edge of the cliff is so strong that it seems to be able to blow people down.

What he did know was that this place was the meteorite Abyss.

The Junior Brother in front of him seemed to have grown a lot overnight, and he no longer had the white hair disease that had always worried him. Three thousand black hair and white Daoist robes fluttered in the wind. The joints of the hands holding the sword were distinct, and they were as fair as jade.

It was still leaning against the lake sword, but the tip of the sword was pointed at him.

The sword was dripping with blood.

There were a lot of people standing behind Yin Biyue. There were elders in blue Daoist robes, and monks in yellow robes. Looking behind them, there were actually people from various sects.

However, they did not make a move. They only watched on with cold expressions.

Luo Mingchuan raised his eyes and looked at the unfamiliar person in front of him. He found that every word he said was extremely difficult to understand. “Junior apprentice-brother, you believe them? Do you want to kill me?”

What he feared the most in his heart, what he didn’t want to face the most, had happened.

For the first time, Yin Biyue’s expression, which was as cold as ice, changed. He slightly raised his eyebrows.

“What does me wanting to kill you have to do with the others? This is a break between you and me”

Luo Mingchuan was dazed for a moment, and the youth in his memories also held his sword like this. However, he was standing with him with firm eyes. “If you insist on believing something, I will believe you.”

It was clearly yesterday, but it seemed as if a lifetime had passed, making him almost unable to remember if it had really happened.

Yesterday us, today you and me.

The moment the sword pierced his heart, it was not as painful as he had imagined.

The spray of blood actually made people sober. He could clearly feel the loss of life.

The sword passed through the body, revealing another inch, and the distance between the two was close at hand. Luo Mingchuan stared straight into those eyes, but laughed, “I don’t know who you are, but you are definitely not my junior brother. Junior brother would not look at me like that.”

It was not the blade that hurt, but his cold eyes.

The person holding the Sword did not say anything as he coldly kicked Luo Mingchuan out of the meteorite abyss.

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Yin Biyue still felt dizzy.

He opened his eyes and looked at the reflection of the glazed bricks under him, and his pale face was reflected in the intertwined light and dark.

He discovered that he was actually kneeling on the ground. A chill ran down his knees.

He tried to get up, but it was as if there was a huge mountain on his shoulders. He barely managed to straighten his back.

Lifting his eyes, he saw that there were twelve copper lampstands in a vast and boundless hall. The candles flickered, but provided no heat.

The throne at the end of the hall was high up in the sky. One could only see people sitting on it, but their faces were hidden in the shadows.

The man spoke in a low voice. But an inexplicable meaning was born, echoing in the empty hall, “Have you figured it out clearly?”

Yin Biyue was more startled. He felt that he must know the man on the throne.

The next moment, the man calmly got up and walked down from the high-level.

Layers of clothing draped on the ground, like a surging dark ocean.

Under the leaping firelight, the complex array runes on the wide sleeves were as terrifying as living creatures.

After only a momentary stature, he walked through the vast hall and stood in front of Yin Biyue.

Yin Biyue finally knew why he felt familiar.

Because this person was Luo Mingchuan.

But anyone who has seen Luo Mingchuan will not mistake the two.

It was clear that his face was seventy percent similar, but there was now a thirty percent more evil.

The firelight was half lit and half dark, like a bewitching demon from the abyss.

Yin Biyue opened his mouth, but found that he couldn’t say anything.

The cold fingertips lifted his chin, and a biting chill spread all over his body.

He can only be forced to look up at this man’s eyes.

The ink-colored pupils reflected the candlelight in the temple, looking in like a sea of corpses.

The man leaned down slightly, getting closer.

A cold and sinister aura gushed out from his neck, carrying a joyful smile on his face.

“In the past, Buddha used to cut flesh to feed the falcons, but now, Sect Master Yan has used his body to feed the devils. Isn’t this a legend for the future generations?”

Yin Biyue felt that this posture made him extremely uncomfortable, but he couldn’t break away from the invisible shackles.

He could only listen to the person continue, “You stay with me for one night in the Hall of Changyuan. I will withdraw my troops for three thousand miles tomorrow morning. How about it?”

Even if he didn’t know what had happened, his instincts told him that this wasn’t a good thing.

He looked into those eyes that were devoid of any human emotion, only lust/desire.

He replied word to word,

“You are not senior. Senior brother would never say such things.”

Even if you had a face similar to Senior Brother’s, it definitely isn’t him.