He'd rather run than be turned into a cannon fodder for the broken engagement.

Chapter 170 Childlike Innocence

There are uniquely gifted artifacts in the world, called consciousness. From consciousness, creation gives birth to artifact spirits.

So this is the Tower Spirit.

Fu Xun's sword remained unmoved. "How can you prove you're not lying to me? Just say you are?"

Huh? Someone actually doesn't believe their own identity?

The child: "You! Don't go too far! I said it's true, I only took human form and separated from my original body a few hundred years ago..."

"In this tower, I am God! I know everything!"

Fu Xun had already thought it over several times. This tower spirit was probably real; otherwise, this little thing wouldn't be able to get into a place like this.

Looking again at the puppet on the ground, it was a high-level puppet that required the divine sense of a high-level cultivator to control. The tower spirit could possess it because it was the spirit of the tower itself.

Fu Xun seemed to be deep in thought, "Show me the scene in the Enlightenment Pavilion."

"Alright, I'll show you something!"

Fu Xun silently raised an eyebrow.

The tower spirit took him back to the ninth level of space. With a wave of its small hand, a halo appeared, and inside, like ripples on water, the scene that appeared was Leng Huan and Yun Du.

Leng Huan was cultivating while the child was asleep. Seemingly sensing something, his eyelashes twitched slightly, and he slowly opened his starry eyes and blinked.

Fu Xun clenched his fists. This was real; it wasn't an illusion conjured up by the tower spirit to trick him.

At the same time, he looked around at the tower spirit in white clothes, who had an indistinct tower-shaped mark on his forehead and white hair hanging down.

"So you really are a spirit of the artifact." Fu Xun looked around the empty space. "Then, I've passed the trial."

"So, what is this treasure you're talking about?"

Tower Spirit: "You cultivators, you come here to disturb me every fifty years, and you even covet my treasures!"

It successfully took human form, but no matter how much it didn't want these people to come in, it couldn't arbitrarily tamper with these restrictions, as they were all set up by powerful cultivators ten thousand years ago.

"Hmph! I can only give you one...three rare treasures that are hard to come by." Seeing Fu Xun's unfriendly expression, the tower spirit changed its words.

It intended to defeat the human cultivator with its puppet, but failed. It couldn't bear to lose a puppet at the Fusion level, as it was its precious treasure.

Fu Xun: "Three things?"

"Ten Thousand Year Clear Dew, Eighth Grade Divine Soul Pill, Heaven-Rank Magic Treasure." The Tower Spirit frowned, his heart bleeding.

Just as he was heartbroken beyond measure, he heard someone say, "It's not enough."

The tower spirit cried out in disbelief, "What did you say?!"

Fu Xun crossed his arms and looked it up and down: "I know you're stingy, but I still want to ask, do you have any rare and exotic flames?"

Tower Spirit asked incredulously, "What kind of outlandish nonsense are you talking about?"

Fu Xun said regretfully, "It seems there aren't any more."

He raised his hand to throw his sword, but the tower spirit exclaimed in surprise, "Wait! What are you doing?!"

Fu Xun brought two fingers together, controlling the sword with his spiritual power. The sword's edge swiftly reached the top of the tower spirit's head. "I see you have delicate features; you're a rare treasure. It's a waste to keep you trapped in the secret realm. Why not..."

"Stop! I... I can open the top-floor cultivation space for you!" the tower spirit screamed in terror. In truth, this was the real reward for this level.

Fu Xun's hand was steady: "What do you mean?"

The tower spirit hurriedly explained, "Time flows faster in the cultivation space than it does outside; fifty years are equivalent to fifty years of cultivation in the space."

Fu Xun was slightly surprised; it was even faster than the desert realm.

"You're not lying to me? What other conditions do I need?" Is there really such a cheap deal in the world?

"No! Don't do anything. Just activate the grand formation. It only requires ten thousand mid-grade spirit stones..."

Fu Xun sheathed his sword.

The tower spirit waved its short hand, and the small space suddenly expanded into a spacious stone chamber. At the far end was a door of light. As people approached, a restriction appeared in front of the door, revealing a small Taotie. Fu Xun placed just the right amount of mid-grade spirit stones into the Taotie's mouth.

One hundred thousand low-grade spirit stones cannot be used as a substitute, but high-grade or top-grade spirit stones can be used.

The tower spirit said weakly, "Once the spirit stones are exhausted, they need to be placed again. I suggest you have as many as possible. Ten thousand mid-grade spirit stones will only last about five years."

Fu Xun glanced sideways: "How long until the secret realm ends?"

Tower Spirit: "Nine months, you can cultivate inside for nearly fifty years."

I didn't expect it to take almost half a year to climb the tower. It seems I wasted too much time in the illusion.

Fu Xun continued to put in 90,000 mid-grade spirit stones to make it a round number.

Fortunately, they found quite a few mid-grade spirit stones beneath the sea of ​​snow. Fu Xun was too lazy to argue with the tower spirit anymore, and before going in, he only said, "Remember to save those treasures you mentioned for me."

After saying that, ignoring the tower spirit's expression as if the sky had fallen, he stepped into the doorway.

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This was a deep blue space, with nothing but emptiness above, below, left, and right. The surrounding stars seemed to be inverted, making people dizzy. Fu Xun closed his eyes.

With abundant spiritual energy in the space, Fu Xun took stock of all his remaining cultivation resources besides spirit stones. After keeping a quarter of them, he planned to refine them all.

This tower is indeed difficult, but if you pass through the first four levels smoothly, the treasure in the jade box you obtain is also very precious.

Fu Xun calmed his mind and went into seclusion.

If possible, he would like to break through to the Fusion stage, but beyond the Nascent Soul stage, it depends on whether his comprehension is sufficient to touch the barrier of the realm.

He felt he wasn't strong enough to protect his family.

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Leng Huan knew that climbing the tower was not easy, and the time limit had not yet been reached, so he took care of the child during the day and cultivated at night.

Since the illusion space came along, taking care of the child has become much easier. Every few days, I can set up different scenes for him. Leng Huan can construct them with his own divine sense, and he even managed to create an alien spaceship.

Of course, she had never seen the real thing; it was just to fool children, so something that looked somewhat similar was enough.

I don't know what kind of challenges Fu Xun went through, or what's at the top. Wang Chen is a liar; he only said that if Long Aotian went there, he would become stronger.

Knowing that Fu Xun would not have any accidents, Leng Huan focused all her energy on herself and the children.

He insisted on helping Yun Du figure out how to play around with the illusionary space.

That was when Yun Du was two years old, with nearly half a year left before the end of the secret realm.

Leng Huan used his mystical power to perform picture book stories, comic books, and bedtime stories for him, because the older he got, the harder he was to fool.

Yun Du: "Mother, why don't I have a father?"

While playing with the children building sandcastles, Leng Huan was caught off guard by Yun Du's question. After a moment of surprise, he asked, "...Why do you say that?"

Fearing that the child would forget things easily, Leng Huan would bring up topics about the family of three from time to time, and the stories he told were also about parenting education.

Having grown up a lot, Yun Du looked at the white clouds in the sky and pointed, saying, "Mother, look at those little fish and little horses. They are accompanied by Father and Mother. I only have you by my side."

Today's illusion is a fairy tale world, with cloud fish and cloud unicorns specially "created" by Leng Huan in the sky, each a family of three, two adults and one child.

Leng Huan was also helpless about this problem, as Fu Xun had not been seen for more than a year.

Leng Huan simply picked up Yun Du and sat him on his lap. He pulled Yun Du's little finger and pointed to the sky, circulating his profound energy to connect his divine sense with the magic mirror. "Look, Yun Du will soon turn into Daddy's appearance, and Mommy's too, and you too."

Creating a lifelike cartoon illusion is simple; as long as the image is in one's mind and connected to the Snow Moon Mirror, the illusion will automatically change.

The clouds in the sky were as soft and gentle as cotton. Slowly, they transformed into two cartoon characters that looked just like the real people, and then a familiar little child appeared in the middle.

Yun Du's eyes widened: "Wow, it's Yun Du himself, and Mother too, and that's... Father!"

Good heavens! Leng Huan covered her face. She had turned this perfectly good magic weapon into a baby-soothing device.

Heaven knows that in order to deal with the little one's endless questions, she has become quite adept at making up fairy tales.

Even the elderly mother, who hadn't had a childlike heart for a long time, awakened...

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Leng Huan made copies of a total of twenty-nine advanced martial arts techniques.

I have studied various spells, including but not limited to, Earth Collapse, Fire Explosion, Wood Spirit, Metal Life...

While the children were building sandcastles, she demonstrated her magic, which successfully piqued Yun Du's interest.

Leng Huan dared not use her violent magic in front of him, conjuring up flowers and plants, real clay chickens and dogs, small fireballs, and little golden figures. Over time, her control over magic became more and more refined and meticulous, reaching a level of perfection.

When the illusion of the grassland appears, Leng Huan will take him horseback riding, chasing the wind and rabbits, and rolling around in the grass.

Take him to climb snow-capped mountains and see the sea... This little fantasy world goes through spring, summer, autumn and winter, three thousand scenes, and the withering and flourishing of all things.

One day, upon closer inspection, it was discovered that the space within the magic mirror had expanded three times in size.

Moreover, Leng Huan's spiritual sense becomes even stronger and sharper in an environment with water and ice, and the power of his spiritual techniques is almost doubled.

It turned out that through the repeated construction of illusions, her profound energy had nourished the shattered mirror.

Now that the Snow Moon Mirror has been refined by her profound energy, she is the true master of the mirror.

She wondered to herself, once the magic mirror is fully restored and her cultivation reaches a higher level, could she use the illusion as her own domain?

Wouldn't it be better to bring people to your home turf to fight?

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