Let's not discuss whether Old Freak Poison Cloud can escape the pursuit of Elder Guiche and the others.
At the same time, Zhang Ling and his group of five also encountered danger, falling into a strange restriction.
At this moment, Zhang Ling was alone, appearing in a fragrant, antique-filled room, carefully examining everything inside with his divine sense fully open.
This room was more than twenty zhang in size, covered with dust, but the decorations were exquisite, with a faint fragrance of sandalwood wafting through the air.
Zhang Ling released a fist-sized moonstone, emitting a soft white light, illuminating many objects nearby.
In front of him was a rosewood incense table, with many exquisite jade boxes placed on it, along with a dull ancient mirror and a red wooden comb beside it.
It seemed to be a dressing table for a young lady. Turning his gaze to the side, on the left was a circular archway with a curtain of colorful beads hanging down, and behind it was a jade bed.
On the right was another archway, behind which were several rows of bookshelves, empty and bare.
This room looked like a woman's boudoir. The only difference was that it was covered in thick dust, obviously untouched for a long time.
He had already walked through more than twenty such rooms, but besides seeing these ordinary things, he had not found anything.
But Senior Brother Tianfeng and Old Man Fire Dragon were nowhere to be seen. He couldn't even sense the aura of the Xuanwu.
This was very strange. The Xuanwu was controlled by his second soul, unlike the others.
Even if they were really trapped in some kind of restriction, the distance between them was not far. It was impossible not to sense anything at all.
Could it be that there was some force in this pavilion that shielded the aura of others?
An hour ago, the five of them had searched several side halls, but without much gain. Then, after passing through a long corridor, they discovered a huge, dark pavilion, a hundred zhang wide.
Such well-preserved buildings were rare in this palace complex, so the five of them were naturally interested in entering to investigate.
As soon as they entered the pavilion, the five dispersed to search.
The pavilion was divided into several floors, with many rooms on each floor besides a huge hall.
Zhang Ling chose the third floor, which had fifty or sixty rooms. At first, there was nothing unusual. After quickly searching seven or eight rooms,
He suddenly couldn't sense the aura of the others. Immediately, he released all of his divine sense power to search for their whereabouts, but to no avail.
The auras of Senior Brother Tianfeng and the others had completely disappeared, as if they had never been there.
Zhang Ling immediately walked towards the outside of the pavilion, thinking of leaving first. But as soon as he left the pavilion, he couldn't see the outside, only a strange black vortex.
Naturally, he would not enter easily, knowing that he might be trapped in some kind of restriction.
He quickly searched all the rooms in the entire pavilion, but still found nothing.
However, there was a small discovery: no matter which room's window he opened, he could not see the original scene outside, but a strange black vortex.
Zhang Ling snorted coldly, instantly releasing seven flying swords, turning them into streaks of sword light, slashing towards the surroundings. The sword light cut across the floor and stone pillars, creating cracks.
He could see the outside, but it was still a large expanse of darkness, as if a layer of black cloth covered the entire pavilion.
Zhang Ling was about to destroy the pavilion directly, but in the blink of an eye, those cracks that had been cut by the sword light were silently repaired.
This scene made his face darken.
With a thought, the seven flying swords, glowing with spiritual light, merged into a huge sword light, and with a loud bang, directly cut the pavilion in half.
But the outside was still pitch black, and he could not see the original environment.
Obviously, he had not broken the strange restriction.
Then, after trying several other methods without being able to escape, Zhang Ling still ventured into the dark vortex outside.
Originally, he thought that entering would encounter some greater threat and had made ample preparations, but upon entering the vortex, it was like a teleportation array. In a flash, he appeared in this room that looked like a woman's boudoir.
He remembered the things in this room. The scene when he entered a certain room just now was like this.
While pondering in his heart, Zhang Ling's divine sense had already examined every item in this room inch by inch, but he still could not see any clues.
Zhang Ling slowly walked around the room a few times, but did not encounter any danger.
With a soft bang, he summoned a gust of yellow wind, blowing open the door. Outside was a seven-story corridor, with many identical rooms on both sides.
After carefully scanning several times with his divine sense, Zhang Ling's face darkened, because this was exactly the same as the pavilion just now.
With a flicker of his body, he instantly arrived in the hall on the first floor, pushed open the front door, and outside was still a black vortex.
After a moment of silence, he entered the vortex again.
The next moment, he appeared in a room, the decorations on the table slightly different. Pushing open the door, outside was still the pavilion.
The situation was exactly the same as before, except he was teleported to another room in the pavilion.
Then, Zhang Ling tried several times, each time passing through the black vortex outside, he was teleported to a certain room in this pavilion.
It seemed to be randomly teleported, each time to a different room. If this continued to cycle, he would not be able to escape.
And this strange pavilion could not be destroyed.
Zhang Ling came to the hall on the first floor again, pushed open the door, and stared at the black vortex outside, pondering in his heart.
"Is it an illusion, or some other restriction?"
This situation was very likely that he had fallen into some kind of illusion, but he had been in the pavilion for an hour and had not encountered any danger.
Then this restriction was likely just some kind of trapping formation. Any formation had a core array eye, and as long as he found it and destroyed it, he could escape.
With a slight shake of his hand, he held up the bronze ancient lamp, spewing out a ball of blood essence to ignite the treasure, and immediately a ball of blue-green lamp flame rose.
Bathed in the lamp flame, Zhang Ling's primordial spirit seemed to have eaten a great tonic, becoming full, and even his divine sense power instantly increased several times.
Zhang Ling's eyes flickered with blue light, and he also emitted streaks of yellow spiritual light from his hand, turning them into strands of yellow silk, and with a series of light bangs, all the rooms in this seven-story pavilion were opened by him with spiritual power.
Even the doors and windows in these rooms were reopened with spiritual power.
With the help of the soul power amplified by the bronze ancient lamp, Zhang Ling quickly scanned everything in the pavilion.
No matter what kind of array or restriction, as long as it was artificially arranged, there would be things like array flags and array disks. It would inevitably emit spiritual power fluctuations that controlled the operation of the array.
With his divine sense perception, which was absolutely comparable to the late stage of the Nascent Soul realm, Zhang Ling did not believe that he could not detect even a trace of spiritual power fluctuation.
But after more than ten breaths of time, the lamp flame activated by the blood essence of the bronze ancient lamp had dimmed, and the divine sense power he had amplified was also rapidly weakening.
Still unable to see any clues, a layer of haze covered Zhang Ling's face.
In the blink of an eye, the flame on the bronze drum lamp flickered and went out.
This method had actually failed, and Zhang Ling was greatly shocked. Before, in the Bewildering God Palace, when climbing the mountain, he had also fallen into a powerful illusion.
Relying on the amplified divine sense power, he had easily seen some flaws. He didn't expect to fail now.
Could it not be an illusion?
Zhang Ling was silent. Although the divine sense of a cultivator was infinitely useful, it was indeed possible that it would not work in some special areas or strange restrictions.
Among the Ten Great Restrictions, there was a Soul-Sealing and Consciousness-Sealing Array, which was said to seal the five senses and divine sense of the cultivator with some kind of power.
Making the cultivator lose perception of the outside world.
It was also said that there was a special spiritual mine, the Heavenly Magnet Spiritual Mine, which could emit a kind of Northern Dipper Divine Light, which would also make the cultivator lose perception.
It's just that these special situations were extremely rare. Could it be that they were so unlucky that they encountered this kind of unsolvable situation?
Zhang Ling walked around in this pavilion at will, while his mind was spinning rapidly, thinking about the current situation.
After a while, he still couldn't think of any good solution. He sighed and inexplicably asked, "Senior, do you know what situation we are in now? Is there a way to break it?"
While speaking, he had released a wisp of divine thought power and entered the Sumeru Grotto Mansion hidden in his sleeve, waking up Blue Sparrow. At the same time, he told Blue Sparrow about the current situation.
He had not forgotten that this expert was still following him. Perhaps Blue Sparrow could see some clues and have a way to break it.
After waiting for a while, Blue Sparrow's lazy voice came out. The sleeve robe trembled without wind, and a golden-blue sparrow flew out.
This sparrow was the incarnation of Blue Sparrow's primordial spirit. Zhang Ling couldn't help but ask in surprise, "Senior, why don't you use your physical body?"
"Hmph, there is something wrong with that young girl's body." Blue Sparrow didn't seem to be in a good mood either, and snorted.
Zhang Ling hurriedly asked what was wrong?
Blue Sparrow explained, "Ever since you encountered several Ghost King Sect cultivators, I have sensed that the Yan Sect Master seems to have something in his hand that has a strong restraint against the young girl's body."
Hearing this, Zhang Ling revealed a trace of surprise. "It seems that the two ghost cultivators I killed were indeed related to this Ghost King Sect."
"Alright, that body is just a small matter and doesn't have much impact on me. Let's talk about your current situation." Blue Sparrow didn't seem to want to say more, and flapped its wings, flying around in the pavilion.
Then it landed on Zhang Ling's shoulder and also stared at the dark environment outside the door.
"Eh, this seems to be... a sentient object."
Blue Sparrow stared at the dark vortex outside the door. After a while, it seemed to have discovered something and flapped its wings and shouted.
Hearing this, Zhang Ling frowned. "What do you mean? Could it be that some kind of ghost has trapped them?"
This mountain had extremely heavy Yin Sha Qi, and he had encountered many high-level ghost spirits along the way. If there was really some special ghost that was proficient in illusions and other supernatural powers, it would make sense to trap them here.
Blue Sparrow tilted its head. "The sentient object I'm talking about is not some kind of ghost, but a spiritual object that has given birth to consciousness. You can also understand it as a sentient treasure."
"Sentient treasure, a spiritual treasure?" Zhang Ling's eyes lit up.
"Although the spirituality of spiritual treasures is not low, these man-made treasures are all formed by acquired infusion of spirits. Those plants, trees, water, fire, and other things that are naturally sentient are the real sentient objects."
Hearing Blue Sparrow's contemptuous laughter, Zhang Ling nodded indifferently, looking like he was humbly learning.
After Blue Sparrow's explanation, he naturally understood that what Blue Sparrow was talking about was probably a spirit similar to a plant or tree spirit that had trapped them.
"Is there a way to break it?"
"Of course there is a way to break it, but I won't work for nothing." Blue Sparrow flew around him and said this.
Since there was a way to break it, Zhang Ling felt more at ease and asked with a smile, "I wonder what Senior needs?"
Blue Sparrow flew over his head and made a voice like a child. "The ghost peach tree outside is of a high grade. I am also quite interested in the so-called ghost peaches. Later, you pick one for me, and I will tell you how to escape."
Hearing this, Zhang Ling was stunned. He originally thought that Blue Sparrow would ask for conditions similar to him collecting top-grade spiritual stones, which were related to her true body.
He didn't expect that she would be interested in the ghost peach tree.
"Oh, does Senior recognize this kind of spiritual wood? Does the ghost peach really have the effect of increasing lifespan?"
"Hmph, I don't recognize the ghost peach wood outside, so how would I know if it can increase lifespan? I asked you to get one to explore its effects."
Zhang Ling smiled. "Hehe, so that's how it is. As long as there is a chance to pick a ghost peach, I will naturally pick a few more."
"Alright, stop talking nonsense. I will tell you the way to break it now. Listen carefully, I will only say it once.
The darkness outside can devour your divine sense power, and you can't detect the spiritual power fluctuations in it. I sensed it with a secret method, and this darkness is transformed by some kind of water spiritual power, and it already has a high level of spirituality, that is, it is sentient.
As long as you use this secret method, you can find the water spirit that you couldn't sense just now, lure it out, and you can escape."
Blue Sparrow flew, and a golden-blue feather floated out from its body, and densely packed small characters were written in front of him.
Zhang Ling's eyes narrowed, and he memorized this secret method in his heart.
"I'll leave the action to you." Blue Sparrow lazily flapped its wings and turned into a golden light. It rushed into his sleeve robe and hid in the Sumeru Grotto Mansion again.
Zhang Ling stood in place and pondered for a long time, muttering, "This guy is not an easy lamp to deal with either." Although he slandered, his movements were not slow. Strands of spiritual power were wrapped around his hands, and as the magic formulas changed, they condensed into some tiny runes.
These runes then disappeared into his body one by one, disappearing without a trace.
Zhang Ling swayed and came to a room next door, carefully checking it. After a while, he walked out of that room and went to another room to check.
He checked the rooms one by one as before.
Repeating the process, but as he walked, the spiritual patterns that had been integrated into his body earlier had quietly floated in his pupils. His pupils had also turned light red, becoming somewhat demonic.
