Chapter 420

Could it be that this Mozi was a "Primordial Spirit" big shot back then!

Su Xuan's thoughts flickered. It must be said that the figure of the old man in front of him stood above the void, looking down at him from a high position, coupled with that unique temperament of a senior expert, it also bluffed Su Xuan for a moment.

Su Xuan's thoughts flashed and vanished. He still went straight to the point and said to Mozi: "You have recognized the wrong person. I am not a Mohist!"

I do not know if this figure was hard of hearing. He acted as if he had not heard Su Xuan's words and continued to speak: "Mohist Giant, since you have already penetrated the Phantom Sound Treasure Box and come to see me, it is enough to prove that you are the person of destiny. I have some words I want to say to you. I hope you can remember them firmly..."

Su Xuan finally realized and realized that the Mozi in front of him would only speak according to the procedure and could not communicate with ordinary people.

A powerful soul force was released by him. In an instant, it enveloped the Mozi in front. As the soul force swept across, Su Xuan finally understood the essence of Mozi.

"So it is just a wisp of a divided soul, with no consciousness existing!"

Su Xuan understood the essence of the Mozi in front of him and could not help but feel some emotion.

"Although he is not a Primordial Spirit big shot, Mozi, as the Mohist founder, is indeed powerful!"

Yin Spirit, Yang Spirit, and Primordial Spirit are cultivation realms that Su Xuan knew after obtaining the "Guiding" technique. He had previously imparted this cultivation method. But before this, in this world, there were not many records about the cultivation methods after the Heaven-Man Realm. Heaven-Man seemed to be the peak of cultivation in this world. Every step after the Heaven-Man Realm required self-exploration.

A wisp of Mozi's divided soul, even without the existence of self-consciousness, had not dissipated after three hundred years, which was enough to show that during Mozi's lifetime, his soul had already reached an extreme. It was just because there was no subsequent cultivation method that it had not condensed into a Primordial Spirit. At the same time, by observing this wisp of Mozi's divided soul, Su Xuan also discovered one thing.

That is, this wisp of divided soul was cut from the main soul by Mozi. Cutting his own soul and then sealing it in the Phantom Sound Treasure Box—this kind of means is really amazing.

Then, what was the reason that made Mozi cut his own soul and seal it in the Phantom Sound Treasure Box, and what message did he want to pass on to future generations?

After Su Xuan understood the essence of Mozi, he sat cross-legged on the ground, chose a more comfortable posture to sit in, and listened quietly.

The more he listened, the more wrong it felt.

Because in Mozi's words, he actually mentioned the Yin-Yang School. He was warning the future Mohist Giant to be careful of the Yin-Yang School.

"Hey, hey, my Yin-Yang School has not provoked you, is it necessary to be like this?"

"Three hundred years ago, you took away my Yin-Yang School's Phantom Sound Treasure Box. Three hundred years have passed, and it is already good that the Yin-Yang School has not perished. Since you still left a message for future generations, letting future generations be careful of the Yin-Yang School..."

In the empty space, Su Xuan complained endlessly.

Of course, it was just a casual complaint. After all, the Mozi in front of him was just an image, not a real person, and had no consciousness, so he could not communicate with him. Just listening to the other party talking alone inevitably seemed a bit boring.

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After reminding future Mohists to be careful of the Yin-Yang School, Mozi talked about another matter.

This matter involved the "Seven Luminaries of the Azure Dragon"!

Hearing this, Su Xuan's eyes suddenly narrowed, and he also gave up complaining and listened carefully.

The Seven Luminaries of the Azure Dragon—this secret is widely circulated in the world. No one knows when it started to circulate. But if it were Mozi's words, if it were three hundred years ago, wanting to explore this secret would undoubtedly be easier than in the current world, especially since Mozi himself was an existence who studied the heavens and man.

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A few words were quickly finished by Mozi.

At the end of his words, Mozi seemed to be worried that the future Mohist who entered the Phantom Sound Treasure Box would not be able to get out, so he also pointed out a path for Su Xuan.

The Phantom Sound Treasure Box, although it is just a box, contains unique power within it and can be said to be a world of its own. When the soul is sucked into it, wanting to escape the Phantom Sound Treasure Box is not an easy thing. The world inside is like a maze. The ten thousand demonic sounds it plays are like ten thousand paths. Among the many paths, only one path is correct.

If you cannot find that path, your soul might be trapped in the Phantom Sound Treasure Box for a lifetime.

At the same time, if you delay too long inside, even if your soul escapes the Phantom Sound Treasure Box and walks out, your body will die because the soul has been out of the body for too long. Therefore, tell future generations that the path out is very important.

However, Mozi was ultimately unable to calculate everything. First, he did not calculate that the person who stepped into the Phantom Sound Treasure Box was not the Mohist Giant, but Su Xuan. Secondly, he also did not think that Su Xuan's strength was stronger than he imagined.

The soul force was mobilized by Su Xuan. In an instant, it caused the counterattack of the power inside the Phantom Sound Treasure Box. However, Su Xuan's soul force was really too strong. In just a moment, he broke free from this binding force and then escaped the Phantom Sound Treasure Box.

On the high platform, Su Xuan slowly opened his eyes. The Phantom Sound Treasure Box was still in his palm, and the musical rhythm played slowly, echoing in the empty hall.