PDLP Chapter 2199 Birch Forest
Chapter 2199 Birch Forest
Matthew's eyes flickered with thought. After a moment, he nodded slightly, his expression showing some realization, and he slowly said, "The soul is sealed in that treasure. So that's how it is. Without that soul, you wouldn't be able to reincarnate."
His voice was low and steady, yet there was a hint of inquiry in it, as if he wanted to dig out more hidden secrets from Meng Su's response.
Meng Su was silent for a moment, then took a deep breath, as if to relieve the heaviness in his heart, and said firmly: "Yes, I know a method of reincarnation, but I must keep my soul intact to be reborn! The difficulties and obstacles involved are far beyond the imagination of ordinary people. Every fragment of the soul carries the memory and power of the previous life, and none of them can be missing, otherwise the path of reincarnation will be completely cut off."
A look of shock flashed across Matthew's face. He subconsciously straightened his back, widened his eyes, and asked hurriedly, "Reincarnation! Is there really reincarnation?"
The surprise in his tone was not concealed at all, and it seemed particularly abrupt in this quiet environment.
Since he embarked on the path of cultivating immortals, he has experienced countless fantasies and strangeness and heard countless strange anecdotes. However, the theory of reincarnation has always been like a phantom in the fog, mysterious and out of reach.
Now that Meng Su mentioned it himself, how could he not be excited?
This time, Meng Su did not hesitate for too long, and slowly said: "Although the theory of reincarnation is mostly just a saying among people, it is used as a casual conversation after dinner, or to express grief and expectations. But in fact, it does exist."
"It's just that this cycle of reincarnation is too profound. It contains the most fundamental rules and power between heaven and earth, which is beyond our ordinary understanding. Even if I have a basic understanding of it, it is really difficult to explain it clearly in words."
After he finished speaking, there was silence for a while, with only Matthew's slightly heavy breathing echoing in the air.
His mind was constantly churning over what Meng Su had said, but he also knew that these were just some mysterious things.
After being silent for a long time, Matthew finally opened his mouth slowly, and said in a calm and firm tone: "If you only desire to obtain your own soul, I can agree to this matter. When we are lucky enough to touch that mysterious treasure in the future, I will definitely find a way to release your soul that is imprisoned in it. Not only that, I can also promise you that when we leave this Mangcang Treasure Pavilion, I will take you away with me and bury you properly in the human world."
In fact, Matthew was not completely sure whether what Meng Su said was true or false.
However, at this moment, he only wanted to get what he had always dreamed of.
If the rumored birch forest really does hide the extremely rare and pure divine liquid, then it would undoubtedly be a great opportunity and fortune for him.
However, when it comes to the treasure stored in the core area, Matthew did not have high expectations.
After all, who could know how powerful and complex the restrictions were?
If you are not careful, you may end up in an irretrievable situation.
"Okay, no problem. Naro's life experience can also be found in the birch forest." After getting Matthew's promise, Meng Su immediately agreed.
A day later, the sun shone on the earth, illuminating the vast birch forest ahead.
Matthew rushed towards his destination anxiously and soon arrived at the outskirts of the birch forest.
The Pure Divine Liquid is extremely important to him, and its preciousness is self-evident.
Faced with such a treasure, how could Matthew suppress his inner eagerness?
Naturally, I didn't want to waste even a moment and rushed here without stopping.
At this moment, Matthew was floating steadily above the birch forest, his eyes closed, releasing his powerful spiritual consciousness without reservation.
He wanted to use this method to fully explore the mysterious white forest below.
However, to his surprise, there was a layer of light white mist in the birch forest.
These seemingly soft mists seemed to possess a strange power that could effectively block his spiritual consciousness from penetrating deeper into them.
Despite the obstacles, Matthew did not give up easily.
Since it was difficult for his spiritual consciousness to directly penetrate into the interior, he decisively changed his strategy and controlled his body to fly back and forth around the birch forest.
On the one hand, he hopes to take this opportunity to observe the overall condition of the birch forest more closely.
On the other hand, one must be alert to whether there are demons around.
After all, in this place full of dangers and unknowns, the slightest negligence may lead to fatal consequences.
Fortunately, after several careful and eagle-like circling patrols, Matthew still did not find any trace of the demons.
Then he landed steadily on the ground.
As soon as his feet touched the ground, a small cloud of dust was raised. He took a deep breath and stepped into the mysterious birch forest without hesitation.
As soon as he stepped into the birch forest, Matthew felt a refreshing coolness blowing on his face, as if he had instantly entered a cool and secluded world.
The ground was covered with layers of dead leaves. After years of baptism and the carving of wind and frost, these leaves had long lost their former vitality and became withered, yellow and fragile.
Even though Matthew's footsteps were as light as a civet cat and he was extremely careful when he stepped on the ground, he still inevitably made a rustling sound, which was particularly clear in this quiet forest, as if breaking some kind of ancient silence.
The dead leaves under my feet were thicker than I could imagine. Every step I took felt like I was sinking into a soft sponge. The gentle touch made me feel as if I was stepping on cotton, a sense of unreality.
Looking up, the trees here are all snow-white, as if they were carefully painted with the purest snow in winter. Each tree is towering into the clouds, as high as sixty or seventy feet, like a forest of giants guarding the secrets of this mysterious place.
The trunk of the tree is as white as snow, and in sharp contrast, the leaves above are as brilliant orange as the sunset. The bright color appears even more dazzling against the white snow.
Matthew stood there, his posture as straight as a pine tree, his eyes like a sharp falcon, constantly scanning the situation inside the birch forest.
When I looked down from the sky before, I only felt that there was a layer of light mist like gauze, as if covering the forest with a hazy veil.
But after actually entering, I found that the fog inside was much thicker than I had imagined. It was as if I was in a fairyland of sea of clouds. It was difficult to see people five steps away and everything became blurry.