His body was very thin, but his back was still straight, like an old sword in its scabbard.

The old man sat in front of him, holding a scabbard without a sword in his hand.

Maybe he is a sword himself.

Song Ziyu looked at the old man with a surprised expression on his face, "Where is his consciousness?"

The old woman looked at Song Ziyu and said, "You are indeed an outsider, you don't even understand fugue!"

"Wandering around!"

Song Ziyu suddenly realized it!

In the realm of the world of cultivation, above the transformation of the spirit is the realm of refining the void, above the refinement of the void is the integration, above the integration is the Mahayana stage, and above the Mahayana is the realm of ascension!

but!

Song Ziyu, who knows the truth about this world, is very clear in his heart that this is a multi-dimensional world. Where is the fairyland and the upper world? Beyond that, there is no world where humans exist... It can only be a spiritual world that abandons material existence.

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Therefore, Song Ziyu can judge that Sword Ancestor's consciousness is somewhere else, and his body needs someone to guard it.

It's no wonder that these guys guard themselves as much as they guard against thieves.

"When will Sword Ancestor wake up?" Song Ziyu asked.

"Wait! You can only wait! Because I don't know which plane my senior brother's consciousness is in right now."

The old woman replied.

Song Ziyu said, "I understand."

After saying that, Song Ziyu sat on the ground and began to wait.

One day or two days...

Time passed day by day, and Jianzu's consciousness still showed no intention of returning.

Song Ziyu and others were a little impatient and started to move around Feilai Pavilion.

Sudden!

Song Ziyu saw some weird carvings on the boulders outside the Feilai Pavilion terrace!
Chapter completed!