The ancient world of Kunlun, ninety-nine sacred mountains.
A long snake with a rotten body was lying in a huge cave on the top of the sacred mountain. The entire cave was even bigger than a star.
This terrifying giant snake is tens of thousands of kilometers long, and its body is slowly rotting. The bones are covered with rotten flesh, and a strong poisonous gas is spreading in the air.
The two wings of the venomous snake had completely turned into dry bones and were hanging on the ground.
There were ninety-nine heads on top of the venomous snake, but ninety-seven of them had turned into pale bones.
The flesh on a head was peeling off at a speed visible to the naked eye, as if it was being torn off bit by bit by an invisible force. There was no life left in this head.
Only one head was intact, but it was shrunken beyond recognition, like dried bacon.
Even so, the ancestral power surrounding this giant snake is layered and awe-inspiring.
In front of this holy ancestor, there are densely packed winged flying snake saints floating. This ancient and extremely ferocious tribe has been hiding its strength in the ancient world of Kunlun for nearly a million years.
And between the Holy Ancestor and the other saints, there was a Fang Yun who condensed the holy thoughts and was slowly rotating in place.
"It's him..."
The last head of the Holy Ancestor slowly opened its weak eyelids, revealing huge gray eyes filled with death.
A complex expression emerged in his huge eyes, showing anger, helplessness, sadness, confusion, regret, and fear.
The body of the Ninety-Nine-Headed Saint Ancestor trembled slightly, and large pieces of rotten flesh fell off. To the saints, it was like a landslide, with a loud roar as it fell to the ground.
"Ancestor, are you sure it's him? He was just an emperor back then, and nearly a million years have passed, but he has only become a great sage. This is unreasonable. Except for the Saint Ancestor, no one can live so long." A peak great sage said respectfully.
A trace of fatigue appeared in the eyes of the Ninety-Nine Saint Ancestor, and he slowly said: "You don't understand, and I didn't understand it in the past. It was not until he illuminated the myriad worlds that I suddenly realized that he used the tributaries of the ancient galaxy to return to the ancient times and returned safely."
"Traveling through the ancient times and spanning millions of years, this... is too unbelievable." said the peak great sage.
The Ninety-Nine Saint Ancestors sighed and said, “None of this is important anymore. What’s important is that only he can allow our clan to leave this ancient world of Kunlun.”
The ninety-nine holy ancestors moved slightly, and the entire sacred mountain was immediately covered with dense ancestral symbols and patterns.
The saints below showed sorrowful expressions. Over the years, their entire clan had used every possible means and thought they had eliminated the seal, but they found that there was an even more powerful hidden seal. Coincidentally, the seal appeared just after Fang Yun illuminated the myriad worlds.
Some saints who were good at deduction even vaguely guessed something.
"Ancestor, how should we proceed?"
"well… "
The ninety-nine holy ancestors sighed deeply, and all the saints lowered their heads.
“Need I tell you more? Go to the Royal Mountain, to the core of the Ancient Realm, and lend a helping hand when he needs it. If you can gain his forgiveness, our clan can be freed from the seal.”
"But… "
"There is no but. When I learned that he appeared in the Kunlun Ancient Realm, I already understood that his strength is beyond doubt."
"But… "
"When he traveled through the myriad worlds, all the ancestors knew that there were no more than ten saint ancestors who could survive to this day. The one who helps him first will gain more of his goodwill."
"In the Dusk Fortress, the Imperial Clan and the Dragon Clan do not have the upper hand."
The ninety-nine holy ancestors slowly opened their eyes, and in their eyes, the stars moved and countless memories emerged.
Finally, the ninety-nine holy ancestors' gazes fell on Shengnian Fang Yun.
"Now I have it."
After the Kunlun Gathering was opened, everything was calm on the surface of the Royal Mountain.
However, all the saints who trade frequently are targeted.
Fang Yun, who has made a lot of noise, has become the most famous businessman in Wangzushan, Jia Fusheng. Some people remind Fang Yun not to be so ostentatious, some people just watch coldly, and some people are waiting to watch the fun.
Every time the core of the ancient world begins, the ones who suffer the most are those who have earned the most in Kunlun.
There are also some people who were intercepted by the Kunlun tribe in various ways after the core of the ancient world was closed.
The ancient Kunlun Realm has never been a place where you can come and go as you please.
If one wants to leave the ancient world of Kunlun, one must rely on the power of the various royal families.
The First Royal Family was the most fair, as long as they paid enough treasures, they could leave. But the First Royal Family also asked for the highest price, which often left many people with nothing.
The prices asked by other royal families were lower, but every time someone was targeted by the royal family and killed to take the treasure.
Moreover, the royal family can refuse anyone from using the teleportation formation.
Therefore, many royal families seemed to have seen Fang Yun’s future.
Fang Yun, however, seemed to know nothing and continued to sell and purchase what he needed.
As a human, Fang Yun still prefers various stone carvings and he gained a lot this time. With the help of those books, Fang Yun has made great progress in all aspects.
However, the biggest boost to the other party's luck came from the Star-Broken Holy Land and the Sky-Swallowing Gold.
Just by swallowing a piece of Heaven-Devouring Gold, the strength of the entire literary world has been raised to the peak of the Great Sage's literary treasure, and even contains a peculiar ancestral power.
On the seventh day after Kunlun Gathering began, the Royal Mountain suddenly shook violently.
Everyone looked hurriedly, some looked at the Kunlun Palace floating in the sky, and some looked at the earth below.
There was no change in the Kunlun Palace in the sky, but the ground below suddenly cracked, and a magnificent golden palace slowly rose, flew out, and finally landed outside the Royal Mountain, above Kunlun Ji.
The golden palace seemed to have been eroded by time, and many places on the surface were dull and lifeless, like a statue with the gold sheets peeled off. But even though it was so old, it could not conceal its strong ancestral majesty.
Strips of light of different colors fell from Kunlun Palace.
Countless saints rushed towards the light band and followed it into Kunlun Palace.
At the same time as Kunlun Palace appeared, a large number of great saints and even incarnations of saints appeared outside the royal courts of various tribes.
Some of the incarnations of the Holy Ancestors glanced at Fang Yun and went straight into Kunlun Palace.
Fang Yun waved his hand, put away all the treasures, took a step forward, moved in the air, and directly entered the light band.
Fang Yun only felt that his body was driven by a huge force, instantly accelerating to the speed of light and rushing into a dark place.
A moment later, the darkness dissipated and a straight gray corridor appeared before my eyes, with a pale white roof above my head and a cyan ground under my feet.
On both sides of the corridor, the surface of the walls was covered with a light white mist. Only the white mist nearby became transparent. The inside was divided into grids of different sizes, filled with all kinds of treasures.
The white mist exuded a faint ancestral power.
The power of Kunlun Mansion's ancestral treasure can isolate the aura of treasures.
Outside the transparent light mist of each treasure grid, there is a holy light ball.
As Fang Yunsheng's thoughts came out, he looked in all directions, and a total of thirty-seven grids of white mist nearby turned transparent.
Fang Yun divided his divine thoughts into thirty-seven threads, which fell on the holy mind light balls outside the thirty-seven grids respectively. A moment later, he knew what the treasure in each grid was and what its function was. Some even had vague production dates or service lives. At the same time, it indicated what the treasure in the grid wanted to be exchanged for.