Before Undying Body could fully operate, a dazzling pure white aura instantly swept through his body, swallowing up all his body shape and aura.
"Luo Chuan-senpai!"
Wang Lin's expression changed drastically, and his figure teleported to the edge of the light curtain in an instant. He stretched out his hands quickly, trying to grab Luo Chuan who was trapped in the restraint, but his fingertips only passed through a cold and void spiritual light, and all objects were emptied.
The dazzling white light suddenly converged and dissipated, and it returned to calm in an instant.
The ancient stone platform has returned to its original mottled appearance, as if the shocking incident just now had never happened. Only a faint and thin spiritual light remained on the texture of the stone platform, proving the unusual movement just now.
War Old Ghost stood beside the stone platform, his skinny palms tightly clenched into iron fists, his knuckles turned white, his eyes full of shock and disbelief, and said in a deep voice:
"This restriction has been silent for eternity. It has long been considered to be completely ineffective, but it is still fully operational today... What kind of terrifying backhand did those old people who died in the ancient times have planted in the Fallen God Hall!"
Blue Dream Dao Sovereign stepped forward slowly, her eyebrows furrowed, and her eyes quickly scanned the mottled ancient murals around the hall. Her eyes were filled with worry, and her tone was extremely heavy.
"The forbidden teleportation trajectory is chaotic and ethereal, and it is completely impossible to deduce and lock it. Its teleportation power is too vast, and its landing point must have already exceeded the territory of the Fallen God Star Sea."
"Now Palm Sovereign's formidable enemies are still watching in the dark, waiting for opportunities. Little friend Luo Chuan was randomly transported to an unknown foreign land alone, without help or support. The road ahead is dangerous and unpredictable, and life and death are unpredictable."
Inside the Fallen God Hall, all the venerables stopped for a long time, exhaustively deducing the secret techniques, but they were still unable to catch any trace of Luo Chuan's aura. In the end, they could only leave with regret and worry.
The years are long, and time is in a hurry.
Hundreds of years passed by with a snap of the fingers.
For Venerable Void Profound, who has endless life and overlooks the heavens, a hundred years is just a blink of an eye when he closes his eyes and opens them.
For a hundred years, War Old Ghost, Blue Dream Dao Sovereign, Wang Lin and others have never given up their search. They have traveled to every corner of the Fallen God Star Sea and deduced the time and space trajectories countless times, but they have never been able to find the slightest trace of Luo Chuan.
Since then, all the monks in the world have assumed that the newly rising Dao Ancient Inheritance, Luo Chuan, has been completely annihilated in the turbulence of time and space, and has completely disappeared from the world.
Vast Netherworld Realm, borderland desperate situation, Shattered Star Cliff.
This is an abandoned wasteland on the edge of the world, uncared for and deserted for eternity.
A dilapidated Cultivation Star was suspended in the dead void. Most of the star body collapsed and shattered, the outline was incomplete and distorted, and it was no longer a complete sphere.
The entire land is devastated, the surface is covered with criss-crossing cracks and ravines, the volcanoes are dry, the stars and rivers have stopped flowing, and there is no life at all.
Dust floats, the air of death permeates the air, and the rhyme of death fills every corner of the world, making it so oppressive that it makes people suffocate.
On the dilapidated and desolate surface, a ragged and dusty figure crouched and crouched.
This man's long hair was messy and knotted, and his face was covered with thick and dirty stubble that covered most of his face. His clothes were torn and stained with dirt and blood, and his original appearance could not be seen.
This man's eyes were dull and empty, staring at a figure lying quietly in front of him, motionless, like a silent stone statue.
Lying on the ground is Luo Chuan, who was banned by the Fallen God Hall a hundred years ago and was randomly transported here.
After an unknown amount of time, Lian Daofei slowly blinked his dry eyes, looked at Luo Chuan, whose breath was weak and remained silent, and murmured to himself in a low voice, his tone full of irritation and confusion.
"You, you, fell here inexplicably from the turbulence of the void a few years ago, and landed on my territory."
"Obviously, the body is warm, the breath is still there, and the vitality has never been cut off. However, it just keeps lying like this, making no sound, not waking up. It is simply weird."
Feeling bored and unbearable, Lian Daofei couldn't hold it back anymore, stood up, raised his foot and lightly kicked Luo Chuan's body. The action seemed rough, but in fact he deliberately withdrew all his strength, and his tone was as unruly and impatient as a boy.
"Hey! The guy lying on the ground, please wake me up quickly! Don't keep lying down and pretending to be dead, I'm going crazy in this miserable place!"
The entire Shattered Star Cliff has been silent for tens of thousands of years. Except for the occasional sound of passing meteorites breaking through the sky, there is no sound at all.
A hundred years of solitude, with no one to speak to or anyone to accompany, is undoubtedly the ultimate torture for Lian Daofei, who has an out-of-touch and restless nature.
He leaned over and stretched out his hand, stroking his messy stubble. His eyes fell on Luo Chuan's pale but delicately angular face. He couldn't help but reach out and gently brush the other person's cheek, with a bit of narcissistic admiration in his eyes:
"What my brother said before was indeed true. The monks in the outer world are indeed handsome and upright."
"Your appearance can barely match my elegance, which is rare."
The admiration was fleeting, and endless annoyance swept over my heart again.
Lian Daofei straightened up, scratched his tangled hair, and said in a irritable and crazy tone, "But what's the use of being handsome! If you don't wake up, you won't wake up!"
"There is nothing in this useless place. I have been keeping you here for so long, and I am almost going crazy out of boredom!"
Since then, it has been several long months.
The lonely waiting day after day completely wore away all Lian Daofei's patience and drove him almost crazy.
On the desolate and silent broken star, I could see him sometimes pacing in crazy circles around Luo Chuan's body, his footsteps chaotic and rapid.
Sometimes he would squat on the ground, stretch out his fingers and poke Luo Chuan's silent cheek repeatedly, and scream and urge him endlessly.
Scattered at his feet were a few dull pieces of broken spirit stones. These were the only fragments he had found from the ruins of the planet for a hundred years, and they were also his only recreational toys for a hundred years.
In this desperate situation, there is no change of day and night, no rotation of sun and moon, and chaos and darkness are the eternal tone.
Only occasionally burning meteorites trailing red tail flames pierce the dark and silent void. They disappear in an instant, bringing a brief moment of faint light, and then return to boundless darkness.
A hundred years of time and long loneliness are enough to erase all xinxing.
In the beginning, Lian Daofei would still patiently count the days and measure the years that would last.
But the repeated waiting day after day, year after year, made him give up timing completely.
From then on, his days were filled with endless repetition, kicking, shouting, sitting quietly, being in a daze, and going in circles endlessly.
He has also tried countless times to activate his majestic Immortal Clan spiritual power and enter Luo Chuan's body, trying to forcefully awaken this sleeping strange monk.
But whenever Immortal Essence touches Luo Chuan's body, the vast and domineering power of Dao Ancient, hidden under the skin, will suddenly burst out, instantly deflecting his spiritual power.
The force was neither light nor heavy, but it was enough to make his fingertips numb, his arms sore, and he grimaced in pain.