A moment ago, beneath the ground.
In the dim and dark bronze corridor, dripping dew fell between the cracks of the bluestone bricks. There were torches burning beside the wall.
No one thought there would be such a place.
Under the mass graves on the back hill of Beisheng Youshui Village, there is such a splendid and magnificent bronze hall.
No one has been here for a long time.
However, something was different today.
The silent void suddenly rippled, and then a dark crack was torn out.
The boy in black walked out of the crack in embarrassment, panting slightly.
"ha… "
The young man in black is Chen Che, but his hair is messy and his face is pale at the moment, and he doesn't look good.
White mist floated slowly in his ring, and then condensed into an old figure.
"Disciple, are you tired now?"
Chen Lao stood with his hands behind his back, his body floating in the air, and said leisurely: "The demonic resentment you have absorbed is far from enough to step into the first level of Xuantian Gong."
"There are too many demonic grievances under the ground. This is a heaven-given opportunity. We must not waste it."
Chen Che sat on the floor, leaning against the bronze wall.
He has roughly figured out the so-called Xuantian Kung during his practice in recent days.
It was less than a day before he was buried in a mass grave.
The reason why it took several days to practice was because of the unique practice space that Chen Che had mastered. In the cultivation space, time passes extremely slowly.
Over the course of a few days, he gradually understood that this was just a low-level yellow-level exercise. At first, Chen Che was a little dismissive of it.
But then he gradually realized that Xuantian Kung was not simple.
The more demonic resentment is swallowed, the skill will continue to evolve until it finally reaches the top level of heaven.
It looks very simple in theory, but in practice it is quite difficult.
Chen Che's voice was weak and he said: "Master, of course I understand these things."
"It's just the aura of demonic resentment... it's too difficult to control."
Chen Lao sighed slightly and said: "Sigh - indeed, if you look at your qualifications alone, you are already pretty good."
"It's just that we're running out of time."
For some reason, the flow of demonic resentment around him suddenly accelerated.
Chen Che frowned slightly, looked around and said, "Speaking of which, Master, where are we now?"
After he escaped into the cultivation space, Chen Lao drew a clone and explored the path deeper into the ground.
After the temporary practice ended, he escaped from the space and came to such a place.
Chen Lao said mysteriously: "Here... Haha, a great opportunity."
"I didn't expect that there would be such a large palace under the ground of the Northern Holy Land, from which the demonic resentment spreads."
"Perhaps, at the deepest level, there are inheritance and opportunities related to demonic cultivation."
"For Xuantian Gong, this is a great fortune that can be encountered but cannot be sought."
As long as enough demonic hatred or evil energy is absorbed, the level of the skill will continue to advance.
Hearing this, Chen Che nodded slightly.
He didn't mind the demonic resentment, but it was difficult for his current physical body to withstand the backlash effect.
But there must be an opportunity ahead. Chen Lao has found a way and must step forward to find out.
"We've come, let's move forward."
Chen Che breathed a sigh of relief and decided to move on.
In the dark and damp bronze corridor, there were endless torches on both sides of the way.
It was very quiet along the way, except for the moist dew everywhere.
At the end of the corridor, a giant door about two meters high stood quietly here, and there were countless ferocious twists carved on the giant door, which seemed to be carved from some kind of terrifying creature.
The bronze door is inlaid with a huge luminous bead.
Waves of frightening aura spread out from the crack in the door, and an indescribable strange feeling enveloped my heart.
"call-"
Chen Che raised his hand hesitantly, then cruelly pushed the door open.
He was afraid that there would be a trap there, so he took precautions.
Crunch—
The dusty bronze door that had not moved for a long time slowly opened, and the entire corridor seemed to be trembling.
The scene inside the door came into Chen Che's eyes.
It was an empty bronze hall with brilliant decorations, nine beads standing on it, and countless ferocious and twisted images of monsters carved on it.
In the center of the hall, there was a skeletal figure with his head slightly lowered, sitting cross-legged on the ground. In front of it was a simple desk.
"Here...?" Chen Che was stunned for a moment.
Chen Lao appeared again, frowning, and then said: "My guess is correct, this is indeed the remains of the demon cultivator's tomb."
"The owner of the tomb must have been dead for a long time. He has no breath of life, but the demonic resentment is still raging."
"Disciple, let's go up and have a look first."
Chen Che nodded in response and immediately stepped forward cautiously.
tread-
tread-
In the empty hall, the sound of footsteps echoed continuously.
Unexpectedly, there were no traps or obstacles, and he arrived at the center of the hall unimpeded.
Chen Che lowered his head and stared at the skeleton sitting cross-legged on the ground.
It held a scroll in its hand, and the desk was piled with other scrolls and books.
"this is… "
Chen Che frowned, took the book from the skeleton's hand, and opened it to take a look.
After reading it roughly for a moment, he asked in surprise: "Diary?"
Turning to the first page, there was scrawled and brief text written on it.
The writing is quite sloppy and difficult to read.
Chen Che read it word by word, read it all at the same time, and said to Chen Lao—
“The wasteland in the north, the upper reaches of Youshui River, and the deserted villages.
I followed the guidance of the immortal master to find this place, and tried to explore the way of heaven and make a pilgrimage, but to no avail, maybe the time has not come yet. "
"The third day.
I accidentally met a Yin Sheng virgin in Youshui Village, who can be used as a medicine to sacrifice, so that I can reshape my demonic veins.
It's a pity that the virgin's constitution is not yet mature and the time has not come yet.
Acting like an immortal master, he bewitched the villagers of Youshui Village and set up formations. Everyone believes it, it’s funny. "
"The magic flower planted on the top of the mountain behind Youshui can accelerate the growth of the Yin Qi of the Yin Sheng virgin. After about ten years, it will be completed and can be used as a medicine to reshape my demon veins. It will take a long time."
"The forty-ninth day."
"Finding the breath of pilgrimage by accident."
“…”
“…”
The crooked, blurry diary handwriting suddenly stopped flowing.
Chen Che turned over several pages in succession, but all were blank, but he saw signs of being torn in the book.
When turning to the last page.
Finally I saw the familiar distorted font again—
"I am extremely heartbroken to hear that the Holy Son died in Zhongzhou."
"The Holy Son suffered inhuman abuse, thousands of compatriots died in the bloodbath, and the instructions issued by the pilgrim Heaven were trampled by the false gods. We can only welcome the next Son of Heaven, and we must not act rashly before that. The false God Empress of Zhongzhou... must Will suffer divine retribution,"
"Those who travel with the false god empress run counter to the laws of nature. Everything in the world goes against the laws of heaven."
“…”
"Ten years later, after Yin Sheng's body is sacrificed, I will recast my body to welcome the next son of heaven."
A volume of diary, containing only these few lines, was broken.
Chen Che was confused and frowned. He couldn't understand the meaning.
"Master, what does this mean...?"
Chen Lao was silent for a while and shook his head, "I don't know."
"I fell asleep for a long time, my teacher, and my consciousness was damaged. Some of the things that happened during this period cannot be remembered clearly, and some are completely unknown to me."
"I know a little bit about the so-called way of heaven and pilgrimage as a teacher, but that is a very far away thing for you. Let's talk about it later."
Chen Che nodded slightly and put down the book.
Chen Lao continued: "But disciple, there is something I need to tell you -"
"The previous Holy Son died ten years ago."
"If what this diary says is true...I'm afraid, another opportunity is coming."