Inexplicably, Yang Jian's depression from seeing the layers of clouds dissipated after seeing the Snow Saint's Partial Spirit. He kept teasing Xuan Du with his gaze.
Great Daoist Master Xuan Du glared at Yang Jian with a straight face. He struggled a little, but he could not break free from the Snow Saint Partial Spirit's hand. Hence, he stopped struggling.
After all, that was the territory of the Snow Saint Partial Spirit. The two of them also needed her help.
In the beginning, Great Daoist Master Xuan Du was unwilling to enter. Firstly, he wanted to bring Yang Jian back to Xuandu City. Secondly, he did not want to see the woman in the snow again.
However, behind the boundary stone in the heart sea, Xuan Du saw that Yang Jian was depressed and in a bad state. He was afraid that something would really happen to Yang Jian. Hence, he came to seek help from the Snow Saint Partial Spirit and sent Yang Jian directly to the Saint's Tomb.
"Follow me," the Snow Saint Partial Spirit called out softly. She pulled Xuan Du and Yang Jian into the depths of the hall.
Xuan Du let out a long sigh and allowed the Snow Saint Partial Spirit to pull him intimately. He really did not want to see Yang Jian's playful smile.
The door of the hall slowly closed, and the incomplete world that was connected to it gradually disappeared. The sound of the wind was no longer there, and the chill quietly disappeared.
The hall seemed to be carved out of ice crystals, and the ground seemed to be the ice surface of an ice lake. There were some icicles everywhere, supporting the simple dome.
Dong …
Yang Jian suddenly heard a heartbeat and subconsciously looked down. His vision blurred as if he saw an ice crystal coffin under the ice. There was a gentle woman lying in the coffin.
"Eh?"
The Snow Saint Partial Spirit turned her head and sized up Yang Jian in surprise. "You can actually see me?"
Yang Jian hurriedly retracted his gaze and cupped his hands. "Please forgive me for offending you."
"Don't mind it. To me, it's just a cicada slough that has already been destroyed." The Snow Saint Partial Spirit said with a chuckle. She looked Yang Jian up and down and said in a low voice, "If I didn't know that you were cultivators after Taiji and Taisu, I would have thought that you were someone's reincarnation."
"Oh?" Xuan Du's interest was piqued. "Whose reincarnation do you think he is?"
"I can't see clearly." Snow Saint blinked. "I was buried here in my time. The spiritual clouds of the one hundred and eight great tombs have yet to disperse. How could anyone have come back to life?"
Lingyun …
They were probably the silver clouds that floated above the volcanic tombs from afar.
The words of the Snow Saint Partial Spirit coincided with what the Daoist Boundary Stele had said.
Yang Jian couldn't help but ask, "Senior, which era is buried here?"
"I can't say for sure." The Snow Holy Partial Spirit shook her head lightly. "I'm just a manifestation of a wisp of the Nirvana Saint's obsession. I can be considered a tomb keeper. I'm not the Saint from back then."
Xuan Du said, "Before the Great Ultimate Realm, after the Great Change Realm, it should be the Great Beginning Realm."
Yang Jian nodded gently and followed the Snow Saint forward. The hall in front of them became more and more spacious.
At that moment, they should be walking in a "volcano" that Yang Jian had seen previously. A Saint of the Great Dao of Ice was buried there. The remnant Dao runes of the Saint made it difficult for Yang Jian's mystic body to resist.
In the middle of the hall, Yang Jian heard another "dong" sound. It sounded like a bell or a heartbeat.
This time, he did not lower his head to look. He sensed something and looked up.
The top of the hall above him had already melted. What he saw was a sea of stars. The nebula was continuous, and the stars were overlapping. If he looked closely, he could see countless stars …
Is this the spiritual cloud after the death of the Saint?
Vaguely, Yang Jian saw a door in the spiritual cloud. It was as if it was the path left behind for the Saint's True Spirit to return.
Unfortunately, countless years had passed. No Saint's True Spirit could return. The number of tombs there had always been 108 and had never decreased.
"If you're really interested in the spiritual cloud, why don't I teach you the Great Dream mystical ability? Perhaps you'll be lucky and be able to enter the world of these spiritual clouds."
Great Daoist Master Xuan Du's voice sounded from the side. Yang Jian was shocked and looked at Xuan Du eagerly.
Xuan Du smiled. "How about guarding the city for ten thousand years?"
"Alright," Yang Jian immediately agreed without the slightest hesitation, which caught Xuan Du off guard.
It was useless to look at it any longer. It was better to find the Sea-Calming Divine Pearl earlier and ask Xuan Du about that incredible mystical ability.
Dream-Traversing thousands of worlds and creation was born from it.
The two of them continued to follow the Snow Saint Partial Spirit forward. The hall in front of them gradually narrowed again. At the end, there was another door.
"If you walk out of this place, you'll be in the tombs," the Snow Saint Partial Spirit said softly. "Although your Uncle-Master often comes here to look for treasures, the dangers here are not something he can help you block."
Xuan Du also said, "The 108 tombs formed a huge array formation that stabilized the Chaos Sea outside. Every Saint's Tomb has been set up by the Saints before they died. After all, no one wants others to disturb their bodies. "
The Snow Saint Partial Spirit continued, "The ones you have to be most wary of are the cultivators who did not leave after coming here. In the countless years of my spiritual sense, I don't know how many cultivators have come to this place in search of opportunities. There were also many people who came here to avoid calamity. Although most of them died, there were some who disappeared without a trace. Perhaps they are still alive. "
Xuan Du continued, "For example, the Qianhong that you know of. When the Grand Simplicity Realm was defeated, he hid here. No one can guarantee that when the era before the Grand Simplicity Realm was destroyed, there would not be experts hiding in this realm. "
"Yes, I'll be careful." Yang Jian finally managed to add a word or two, interrupting the two of them from echoing each other's words.
A moment later, the two of them flew out of the Snow Saint Tomb under the gaze of the Snow Saint Partial Spirit.
There were endless spirit clouds above their heads. They seemed to be connected, but they were clearly separated.
All they could see were tombs in the shape of various volcanoes. They were similar in size and shape, but the Dao runes contained in them were worlds apart.
"Uncle-Master, where should we go?"
Yang Jian was honest and asked the Great Daoist Master Xuan Du for help.
Xuan Du snorted unhappily. "Are you the one searching for the treasures or am I? Let's go this way. I roughly know where the twelve pearls are. "
As expected, since Xuan Du had a ten-thousand-year agreement with Yang Jian, he must have some accurate clues.
The Dao runes of the Great Dao circulated in the surroundings, and the Dao laws intertwined like a net. There was also the array formation here … Being able to fly in the sky here was proof of one's strength.
Yang Jian did not fly fast, but he did not seem to be struggling. Xuan Du was even more relaxed. He kept looking around. Clearly, he had slowed down to accommodate Yang Jian.
"Uncle-Master, why is there no spirit cloud after Daoist Qianhong died?"
Xuan Du said calmly, "The Dao laws of the Saints are different in the era. The strength of the Saints of the Great Dao in different eras is also different. Although there is no difference in quality and they are all experts who have jumped out of their own Great Dao, the Dao laws themselves are different. "
Yang Jian raised his eyebrows. According to what he said, the eras in the Chaos Sea are getting worse and worse?
Why is the Primordial World still struggling …
Xuan Du seemed to have seen through Yang Jian's thoughts and sneered. "How can there be an intact egg in a collapsed nest? Even if there are no Saints of the Great Dao in the Primordial World, we can't just let them kill us. We have to fight. "
Yang Jian nodded solemnly. "That's right. We can't embarrass the Great God Pangu."
"Pangu …"
Xuan Du's voice was a little lonely. "Teacher once said that if the Pangu God took another half a step forward when cultivating in the Great Simplicity Realm, the Great Simplicity Realm would be spared from the calamity of destruction. The Chaos Sea would not be like this."
"I'm only half a step away."
Xuan Du let out a long sigh and smiled self-deprecatingly. He continued flying forward.
They flew for an array formation and had only passed three or four tombs. The direction that Xuan Du was pointing at was still far away. They would need to fly for at least half a day.
The two of them flew in silence for ten minutes. Yang Jian asked, "Is Xinke alone outside?"
"Don't worry. Xuandu City is much more stable than the Primordial World."
"Yes." Yang Jian did not say anything else. He just maintained his condition at its peak and focused. He did not dare to relax at all.
The tomb was abnormally quiet. The stardust above his head flickered with a faint light and subconsciously attracted Yang Jian's attention.
If there were only 108 "spiritual clouds", which one was his "hometown"?
Universe, time, spacetime, Dao laws, laws, laws …
Originally, Yang Jian felt that he had a general understanding of the Chaos Sea and could understand the various phenomena in the Chaos Sea. However, at that moment, he felt that he knew too little and his knowledge was far from enough.
If he really investigated the questions that he was puzzled about, countless years would not be enough.
The powerful enemies who had destroyed the Great Simplicity Realm and chased after the Great God Pangu were now threatening the safety of the Primordial World. Yang Jian was in the Primordial World. He naturally had to fight to the end to protect the Primordial World. He had to protect himself, his friends, and thousands of living beings.
If Pangu had taken half a step back then, what realm would he have reached?
Would he be able to catch up to Pangu's footsteps when he reached the peak of the Eight-Nine Arcane Art and deduced the Ninth Transformation of the Mysterious Art?
At the very least, Yang Jian had seen with his own eyes that Pangu had protected a group of living beings into the Primordial World …
Xuan Du suddenly stopped. Yang Jian barely stopped behind Xuan Du and did not collide with his Uncle-Master.
Xuan Du sent a voice transmission. "There are people fighting in the tomb ahead. Should we take a detour or watch the show?"
"There are fights here?"
"It's very rare, but it happens occasionally." Xuan Du sneered. "The old demons hiding here naturally won't act rashly if they don't see the treasures. If they see the treasures, they will run faster than anyone else."
Yang Jian really wanted to know if the old demons that Xuan Du mentioned were all Saints of the Great Dao like Qian Hong.
They should not be, or rather, not all of them.
"Let's take a detour," Yang Jian said. "It's not what I need. It's useless to be tempted."
"Alright." Xuan Du smiled and deduced the path. He brought Yang Jian around the tomb in the distance.
As soon as the two of them changed their path, several figures rushed out of the tomb. One of them flew the fastest, but the three people chasing after him were not satisfied.
Yang Jian's divine sense was suppressed by the Saint's Dao laws. He could barely see blurry shadows.
Great Daoist Master Xuan Du saw it clearly. He turned his head and asked, "The person being chased is your old enemy. Are you really not going to cheat her? It's a heaven-sent opportunity. "
Old enemy?
Yang Jian was a little stunned. What old enemy did he have? Mei Kongmei had already become a silly and adorable demon. She was carefreely chasing butterflies in Mount Mei every day. What old enemy could she have?
Just as he was about to ask, his divine sense suddenly captured five familiar rays of light that bloomed in the tomb …
Green, yellow, red, black, and white!
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