Thinking of this, his originally running body became even faster.
Almost turning into lightning, like a stream of light, it only took a few breaths to get infinitely close to the central Tianhuan Palace. The closer the distance, the stronger the unique rule aura felt.
When he landed on the ground, there was a sudden earthquake. The world, which was originally illuminated by the glacier as white, was dimmed at this moment.
The light faded and eternal night fell. When Feng Qingyang triggered the rules of this place, the Tianhuan Palace slowly changed without him noticing. However, he was unaware of all this.
Feng Qingyang looked a little tired and walked slowly. He had originally been running at a very fast pace just to confirm what was in his mind, but now, when he was about to face it, for some reason, he suddenly felt homesick.
And the void even let out a roar, a roar that had been suppressed for who knows how long, which spread throughout the heaven and earth, like the mighty power of a heavenly general, instantly shaking Feng Qingyang's heart.
"This sound is not reconciled!"
Feng Qingyang frowned, his doubts intensified, but in an instant it turned into enlightenment. Since he was in the situation and had no way to retreat, he naturally had to go forward and investigate quickly.
With every step he took, lotus flowers bloomed. He arrived in front of the gate of Tianhuan Palace. He raised his right hand, feeling the strong cold force. He was shocked in his heart and immediately put his hand forward.
At that moment, in a flash, countless broken images appeared in his mind. He wanted to reach out and grab it, but helplessly found that he seemed to be just a spectator who could only watch but not move.
After a long time, when he came to his senses, he found himself in a palace, which was ancient, vicissitudes, desolate, and exuded an atmosphere of distant history.
In the center of the palace sits a huge ancient bronze coffin. There is nothing on top of it, no inscriptions to explain to future generations, just blank space.
Faintly, Feng Qingyang seemed to see a blurry shadow sitting in front of the coffin, with one hand on the coffin lid. In an instant, a strong feeling of nostalgia came over him.
And almost at the moment his eyes fixed on the coffin, the originally calm ancient bronze coffin suddenly trembled, and a strong vibration force came from inside it.
The sound was like a heartbeat, full of rhythm. Moreover, the throbbing of his heart made his blood boil, as if he was about to explode.
"This coffin may be the ancient corpse I saw outside, and the person in the coffin may be Saint Tianhuan!"
Sizzle!
Two sharp cries were heard, resounding throughout the Tianhuan Palace. After being blessed by the four ice and snow palaces, they lingered and echoed for a long time.
Like the prelude to a coming storm, after the sound appeared, something was brewing. As the sharp sound disappeared, the coffin lid that was originally tightly closed began to move.
In an instant, a crack appeared, and at random, a breath came out silently. Feng Qingyang's pupils shrank, and when this breath appeared, he felt a sense of familiarity.
It seemed as if he had witnessed that supreme demeanor again, in the world of cultivation, in the "Emperor No. 8" and Tiandu Peak, both places with the word "Tian" in their names.
The immortal Tiandu held the magic sword in his hand and cut off the giant beast in "Son of Heaven No. 8" with one sword. On the Tiandu Peak, there was an invincible momentum of thousands of swords facing each other.
After the coffin lid was removed, the familiar feeling became more obvious, but the more obvious it became, the more distinct Feng Qingyang's expression became. Obviously, something had been confirmed.
"Is that really the case?"
Feng Qingyang stared at the place where the coffin lid had moved away without blinking. There was a dazzling silver light there, which made him want to raise his hand to cover his eyes.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The sound of his heartbeat became stronger and stronger. This powerful force immediately triggered the qi and blood in Feng Qingyang's body, which exploded at a speed he could not control and gathered above the ancient bronze coffin.
The red blood energy instantly gathered into a blood cloud, and in the blink of an eye, it slowly flowed into the crack!
Buzz!
Damn, when the blood and energy were fully injected, the coffin lid suddenly disappeared, and the moment it disappeared, an incomparable pressure spread across the world.
Feng Qingyang was trembling with fear. The pressure from that aura seemed to surpass that of the Holy Lord. He couldn't help but want to bow down in worship. His legs were shaking and he almost knelt down.
But at the critical moment, he gritted his teeth, stood up suddenly, and stood in the hall with his straight spine, like a magic needle that stabilizes the sea. No matter the wind blows, rain falls, no matter the sky collapses and the earth collapses, I have my own pride and will not allow me to kneel down!
His face was ferocious. The burst of pressure was like a huge palm, chopping down on his head. He had no desire to resist at all. He was like duckweed in the sea, drifting with the current and ready to be annihilated at any time.
However, this pressure appeared quickly and disappeared quickly. After a short period of time, it suddenly shrank, and just after it disappeared, a hazy shadow suddenly appeared in the void.
The shadow was graceful and elegant. At first sight, she was deeply imprinted in Feng Qingyang's heart. She was an unparalleled beauty with extraordinary grace and elegance. He couldn't help but secretly exclaim that she was so beautiful.
And just as the word "beautiful" came out, the hazy color disappeared, and a veiled woman suddenly appeared in the void. When she appeared, Feng Qingyang's head suddenly heard a roar.
"It's her, why is it her, Saint Tianhuan, why does she exude the aura of a Tiandu Immortal!"
Feng Qingyang blurted out, his eyes full of shock. Although he was extremely smart, he still felt that his brain was unable to think straight, and he couldn't even associate.
And just as they were marveling at it, an ancient corpse suddenly appeared. To be precise, it was not an ancient corpse, but a puppet. This puppet was extremely graceful and lifelike.
If Feng Qingyang had not sensed any human presence on the body, he would have mistaken it for the real thing. The golden horse had a five-clawed golden dragon engraved on it.
The golden dragon was flying in the clouds, but strangely, it had no eyes. Where the eyeballs were, there was a blank space. But if you look closely, you will find that there is chaos there. You dare not look at it for too long, because if you look for too long, your eyes will suddenly feel a stinging sensation.
The woman swayed like light and shadow, and Qingqing hugged the puppet man beside her. There was a strong look of love on her face, and her eyes were full of expression.
That kind of look made Feng Qingyang tremble in his heart. He had also experienced this kind of look in his life, but of course it was not from him, but from another person.
Back then in the world of cultivation, an incident in the Huoyun Mountains made him know the Nine Phoenixes. The subsequent lingering feelings and the shock that reached deep into his soul were something he would never forget.
He would never forget that look, or the words she said as she disappeared.
Thinking of this, Feng Qingyang's inner shock became even stronger. Looking at the light and shadow in the sky and the puppets, he seemed to have an epiphany in his heart.
I know why Saint Tianhuan practiced the Tianhuan Ruthless Dao, why he appeared in the Wangyue Clan, and why he had this silver Tiandu Order in his hand.