Return from the second dimension

At the last wine table, only Tang Zhen was left, still pouring and drinking.

Although the night was deep, the level of excitement remained unabated, and the laughter continued.

For the indigenous people who are not worried about death and livelihood tomorrow, time cannot restrict their behavior.

When I was really sleepy, I would go back home to rest, or just find a place to lie down.

After you wake up, you can continue to be happy.

Carrying a pot of fine wine and walking along the long street, Tang Zhen came to the edge of Ziguang Ruins.

There are many ancient and mysterious giant statues here, as well as many broken buildings that look old and dilapidated.

But it is not deserted here, from time to time you can see monks living in the ruins near Ziguang Ruins.

Practicing and waiting, the days have passed out a little leisurely.

True practitioners are indeed so leisurely, not as exhausted as mortals.

In fact, practitioners also have goals to strive for, but they are more difficult and long, and the more anxious they are, the harder they are to achieve.

Tang Zhen strolled over, not many monks cared, they just continued to practice with their eyes closed, completely immersed in their own world.

This is another characteristic of Ziguang Ruins. Although the number of monks is extremely large, they do not provoke each other.

If necessary, you can go to a special trading place, which is a market shared by monks and mortals.

Don't think that you can bully others, that's just a newcomer's idea, but any monk who has lived here for a long time will never have this idea.

In fact, most practitioners are very low-key and forbearing. Those arrogant and domineering generations simply cannot survive in the spiritual world.

There is a big tree in front, and a stone platform under the tree, which is currently unoccupied.

Tang Zhen walked straight over and sat down slowly.

In front of the mountain gate of the Promise Sect, Tang Zhen fought with four indigenous gods. Although he did not succeed in killing them, he still snatched a lot of the origin of the gods.

It's just that the purity of the source of this god is really unsatisfactory, and it must be purified before it can be absorbed.

Sure enough, it was to kill the gods in the Loucheng world to get rich spoils, and the native gods could not be compared.

The Universe Five Elements beads have now been all assembled and are being handed over to the blacksmith for extraction.

Up to now, Tang Zhen has collected seven original spirit treasures, and the harvest is far beyond expectations.

Perhaps the only regret is that the quality of these original spirit treasures is too low, and together they can't compare to a fine product.

In fact, everything should not be rushed, as long as there is gain.

In this silence, suddenly there was the sound of music, which seemed elegant and melodious.

Soon there were many more female monks dancing in the air with music, graceful dresses and dresses floating.

Obviously, this place of practice is not really dead.

Tang Zhen smiled and watched, this kind of scene of many female monks dancing in the air is indeed very rare.

However, he soon discovered that this was actually a method of cultivation, and those dancing and changing figures in the air actually implied certain special laws.

Even the melodious sound of music is part of this practice, allowing people to calm down and cleanse the mind without staining a trace of dust, and also not afraid of the intrusion of the demons.

Tang Zhen had already heard of similar practices.

In some planes, practitioners will chant the spells to be performed in a way similar to singing.

There are even corresponding dance steps, either majestic and vigorous, or charming and enchanting.

When these monks are fighting, the scene can be said to be very spectacular. You can see the constant dancing and singing of the two sides, releasing various attacks.

If you don't consider the killing effect, it can be regarded as a brilliant song performance with sound and light, making the spectators feel pleasing to the eye.

Every battle between the monks will attract countless onlookers, watching from a long distance.

The monks in front of them should practice similar techniques, otherwise they would not sing and dance in public.

This aerial dance and song lasted for several hours, and it didn't end until dawn.

Some monks saw the end from the beginning, and some monks shielded their perception and could ignore them.

During this period, Tang Zhen always focused his attention on Ziguang Ruins, trying to figure out what kind of place it was.

According to the sisters, the monks who entered the Ziguang Ruins could get anything they wanted.

If it is an ordinary monk, it is not surprising that he can get the items he wants.

But if the gods enter this place and can get what they want, then the nature will become completely different.

Because of the existence of the source of the gods, the gods can simulate any object, except for things like the source of spirit treasures.

If a god enters it and gets the item that he wants, what else will there be besides the original spirit treasure?

The real problem is that the appearance of gods in Ziguang Ruins is just a rumor.

At least until now, Tang Zhen hadn't felt the existence of gods, so he couldn't determine whether the rumors were true or false.

If it were in other places, Tang Zhen would definitely ignore such rumors, because the veracity was minimal.

But now in the Spiritual Realm, facing the famous Ziguang Ruins, Tang Zhen really has no confidence to deny directly.

So he decided to observe slowly, even personally explore it, so as to prove whether the rumors are true or not?

Before you know it, a new day has arrived.

The residents of Ziguang Ruins kept appearing. They didn't care about the practitioners around them, they just collected wild fruits and vegetables on their own.

From time to time, the aborigines would talk to the practitioners, because they were already familiar with each other.

If it weren't for Ziguangxu, you would never see such a sight, but the local aborigines are all used to it.

"So you are here, how did you have a good night?"

A crisp voice came from the ears, and the sisters who ran the tavern passed by Tang Zhen.

There is also the quirky little girl, who is leading a pet like a puppy, running continuously among the flowers.

It was the sister who was talking, with a faint smile on her face.

"It's ok, comfortable and cozy, and you can see wonderful singing and dancing performances."

Tang Zhen stretched out and said with a faint smile.

"You are lucky. They don't dance and sing every day. I have only watched it a dozen times so far."

Tang Zhen nodded and looked at the basket they were carrying, which was covered with a layer of emerald grass.

"What are you going to do when you wake up so early?"

The younger sister pointed to the hip flask next to her and replied with a smile: "Every morning, in the grasslands of Ziguangxu, a kind of wild fruit grows.

This kind of fruit is crispy and sweet, and it is the main material for brewing wine, and the picking time is only an hour, otherwise the fruit will disappear.

So every morning, I will come to Ziguangxu with my sister to pick berries for wine."

After a few simple explanations, the sisters said goodbye to Tang Zhen and walked slowly towards the purple ruins ahead.

With a smile on his face, Tang Zhen watched the sisters leave, but soon showed an unexpected expression.

Because I don't know when it will start, a faint purple light has already diffused on the grassland ahead.