Xingluo Palace, a certain secret room.
This was once a quiet room where the ancestors of the Dai family retreated. The walls and floors are paved with top-grade sound-insulating stone materials, making it airtight and completely isolated from the outside world.
The interior furnishings are luxurious, the radiance of night pearls softly shines on the golden nanmu table, and the air is filled with the elegant scent of soothing incense.
Tang San sat cross-legged on the velvet futon with a stern expression.
He did not look at the priceless furnishings, his eyes only fell on the conch in his palm.
Listen to the snail of the tide.
The whole body is blue, and the lines on the snail's body seem to contain a starry sky under the light of night pearls.
At the auction, it was hailed as being able to hear the "voice of the future" and was the product of a mythical beast under the seat of the god of tides.
Tang San no longer hesitated, holding the conch with his left hand, and slowly moved up to it with his right hand.
Black soul power gushes out from the palm, like ink dripping into clear water, and carefully probes into the interior of the Tide-Listening Snail.
This soul power has undergone the mutation of Blue Silver Grass and is no longer what it was originally. It is full of the nature of plunder and destruction.
The moment the black soul power touched the core of the conch, Tang San's body shook violently.
He expected many kinds of reactions, perhaps mild resonance, perhaps violent rejection.
But neither.
A cold, chaotic, and malicious mental wave surged back into his mind along with his soul power!
That is not a sound, nor is it an image.
It is a kind of pure guidance full of temptation.
Like a drowning man, in his most desperate moment, someone suddenly whispers in his ear, telling him that there is a piece of driftwood in a certain direction.
You don't care where the sound comes from, and you don't wonder if that piece of driftwood contains a trap.
「落……日……之……森……」
「腐……朽……深……渊……」
断断续续，如同来自地狱最深处的呓语，每一个音节都带着无穷魔力，直刺灵魂。
Cold sweat broke out on Tang San's forehead, and his face turned slightly pale.
He could feel that this was by no means a divine guidance.
The God of Tides?
What this thing is connected to is probably a completely opposite existence.
But so what?
Power is neither sacred nor evil.
As long as it can be used by him...
He suddenly withdrew his soul power, and the cold murmurs stopped abruptly.
The Conch of Listening to the Tide has returned to its original gentle and beautiful appearance, as if everything just now was just an illusion.
Tang San held the conch tightly, stood up, and pushed open the heavy stone door.
Outside the door, Flanders and Yu Xiaogang were waiting anxiously.
Seeing Tang San come out, the two of them immediately came to greet him.
"Xiaosan, how are you doing?"
Yu Xiaogang’s voice was filled with concern.
Tang San did not answer. He looked around the heavily guarded corridor and lowered his voice.
"Teacher, Dean Flanders, follow me."
The two of them saw his solemn look, exchanged glances, and followed him back to the side hall where they usually discuss business without asking any more questions.
After sending away all the attendants, Tang San placed the Tide-Listening Conch on the table.
"It gave me a guide."
"Guidance?"
Yu Xiaogang immediately became energetic. He adjusted his glasses and leaned forward to look at the conch carefully, "Is it a prophecy or a warning?"
"A place." Tang San's words were concise and to the point.
Upon hearing this, Flanders frowned: "Where? Xiaosan, you have to think clearly. The origin of this thing is unknown. What if it is a trap?"
"I must go."< br/>
Tang San's tone left no room for doubt, "I think there is something I need there. This is related to our future."
The word "future" made Yu Xiaogang's expression extremely serious.
He knew his disciple. Tang San would never do anything he was not sure of, let alone make fun of his own life.
Since he is so sure, he must have discovered something...
"In what direction?"
Yu Xiaogang asked.
"Forest of the setting sun."
"The Forest of the Sunset?"
Flander's tone rose an octave, "That place is a famous gathering place for spirit beasts. What are you going to do there?"
Tang San shook his head, a hint of darkness flashed in his eyes, "You'll know when you go there!"
Yu Xiaogang thought for a moment, then slowly spoke: "The Forest of the Sunset is nothing more than sunset. Sun Forest. "
"The terrain there is complex, and it is indeed possible to hide unknown secrets. Many ancient ruins like to build in this kind of place. Xiaosan, are you sure you want to go?"
"I'm sure."
Tang San looked at his teacher with a firm look in his eyes, "There are some opportunities, if you miss them, it will be a lifetime."
“That place is very far away, and the terrain is unknown. Driving a horse is too slow, and it’s easy to be exposed.” Tang San turned to look at Flanders.
Flender saw this and nodded:
"I know, I know, you want me to be a coolie and a flying mount,"
Even so, he kept moving.
"Stand still!"
Flanders shouted, and eight soul rings instantly rose from beneath his feet.
"Martial Soul True Body!"
With a high-pitched eagle cry, Flanders' body expanded and changed rapidly in the light of soul power.
In the blink of an eye, a huge owl with a wingspan of more than twenty meters appeared on the spot!
Tang San and Yu Xiaogang looked at each other and jumped onto the cat eagle's broad back.
"Sit tight, we're about to take off!"
The giant eagle roared, its wings suddenly flapped, and a strong wind blew up out of thin air. The next moment, its huge body rose from the ground, turned into a stream of brown light, rushed into the sky, and rushed towards the direction of the Sunset Forest.