The land was barren for thousands of miles, and the fiery and eerie setting sun hung in the sky. Waves of heat spread from time to time, flowing along the earth and seeping into the ground. The ground was covered with thick white bones.
Surprisingly, the crystal clear white bones were emitting a smell that only a rotting corpse could have. Many unknown black and yellow monsters squatted on the ground blindly, pecking at the bones from time to time.
In fact, they were not gnawing on the bones, but inhaling the smell of the rotten corpse. With the entry of the cultivators, the Xuanhuang monster stopped devouring and instead looked at everyone coldly.
Of course, there are only Feng Qingyang and the Holy Prince here now!
The two of them shuddered involuntarily, looked at each other, and suddenly took off into the air, rushing towards the north. The reason they went to the north was because in Feng Qingyang's subconscious, there seemed to be something there calling him.
This mysterious land that kept him awake at night was once the last secret he wanted to crack, but now, it was laid bare before his eyes.
This dreamlike feeling made him feel that everything was so unreal, but in fact, it was exactly like that. Even the many cultivators who entered this place dispersed one by one after a brief moment of daze.
No matter where he went, there was a corrosive atmosphere. Feng Qingyang frowned, wondering what the purpose of Tiandao was in opening this place and bringing everyone in.
Moreover, the people who come here are all cultivators above the realm of sealing the world and controlling the world. Could it be that they are just here to search for treasure
"Brother Monkey, why do you think this place is so..." Feng Qingyang asked lightly. Instead of thinking alone, why not find someone to think with you? At least this way you can discover things you couldn't think of.
The Holy Prince remained silent and did not answer Feng Qingyang's words for the time being, but his furrowed brows clearly told Feng Qingyang silently that he had vaguely sensed something.
"Maybe I'm overthinking it. The moment I entered, I felt a chill. This chill came from the darkness. It was as if I was being stared at by something in the dark. I felt uncomfortable all over."
He muttered, and the golden hoop in his hand grew larger in the wind. He smashed the ground below in frustration, and the shock waves spread in all directions, but the strange thing was that there was no landslide as imagined, but instead the expansion and contraction of the void.
Feng Qingyang's eyes narrowed, and he suddenly discovered the weirdness. The magic power was not restricted here, but it was true that the flexibility of the void had become much stronger.
He was speeding all the way, when suddenly, his whole body began to tremble violently. He stood there like a reef, staring ahead in amazement. His stop directly led to the Saint Prince's stop.
"Could it be that it is really as I guessed?" Feng Qingyang murmured, with an extremely strong look of shock on his face. Almost when he was about to go crazy, a call suddenly came from his mind. It was this call that woke him up from his shock.
"Big brother, I am somewhat familiar with this place. I seem to have been here before." Emperor Xianxian came out from the Dantian world. His appearance made the Holy Prince stare, not understanding how there was an extra living person here.
Moreover, this loli is not a human cultivator, and he has not yet guessed what her true form is, but the blood aura she exudes is enough to make even him feel wary.
However, when he thought of Feng Qingyang's miraculous methods and mysterious origins, he laughed secretly, laughing at himself for being too jumpy. Perhaps his vigilance attracted the attention of Di Xianxian.
The other person turned around, took Feng Qingyang's arm and smiled at him. The Holy Prince looked embarrassed and said, "So it's my brother's sister-in-law." Then, under Feng Qingyang's angry gaze, he turned his head aside.
"I've been here before, but it's just in my memory. It should be my mother who came here..." Xianxian said softly. Her crisp tone made Feng Qingyang feel like spring breeze. Fortunately, he was not alone.
"That's possible." Feng Qingyang nodded, thinking about the other party's identity. That was a terrifying existence that could devour all the cultivation stars as real objects. Maybe he really had been here, but why did he appear in the cultivation world in the end
Feng Qingyang was puzzled and could only shake his head and sigh, saying that he was not omnipotent and that one day the truth would finally come to light.
At least, now he knows that the so-called spirit of the spiritual world is Qiong Zun. Although it has not been confirmed yet, all of this tells him so clearly that he is Qiong Zun!
His previous shock came from the illusion here. He had always been guessing his origins. Now it seems that it is true. The Earth and their universe are the products of the Xuanhuang Land.
Those monks back then created the existence of the universe and the earth in order to deliberately escape. Although their bodies are still in Xuanhuang, their consciousness and souls have long gone to another place.
Because the direction he was standing in was exactly the Himalayas on Earth. Although the difference between here and Earth was almost as great as that between heaven and earth, the vague outline had not changed at all. It was obvious that everything was just as he had guessed.
The game has come to an end, and now is the final harvest.
He is the third will and the most important chess piece arranged by Qiong Zun. His growth is related to everything. Whether he will transcend the chess piece and become a chess player, or eventually become Qiong Zun's wedding dress, all this is unknown.
But precisely because it is unknown, Feng Qingyang is particularly happy, so that he will not lack the passion to move forward. The original worries flash away, and what needs to be faced must be faced.
As he thought so, he turned to look at Di Xianxian beside him and took her hand. Since he had come to a world he was familiar with, why not travel around the world with the beauty
It’s a pity that imagination is beautiful, but reality is cruel. Almost as soon as he thought about it, the sky and the earth suddenly changed color. At that moment, the sky above their heads was windy and cloudy, and an extremely astonishing change occurred.
The heat waves emitted by the fiery setting sun spread down layer by layer, like a circle of fire falling from the sky, echoing in all directions, burning the void, sending sand and rocks flying, and the pressure created by the storm was enough to sweep away everything.
This sudden change was like a bucket of cold water, which immediately attracted the attention of the monks who entered this place. However, unlike Feng Qingyang's anger, their expressions could only have one, and only one, expression, and that was - fear.
The vortex pressed down, and the vortex gathered by the heat wave swept across the earth. He finally understood how this vast expanse of red land came about. It would be strange if there was no red land due to the occasional fire in the sky.
"Brother Monkey, are you afraid?"