There were countless corpses in the Ten-Thousand-Mile Pagoda.
Yang Jian felt a little stifled. The name that suddenly appeared made him clench his fists subconsciously.
That Xian Kong seemed to be the culprit of this place …
Is that the supreme expert who destroyed this world?
Along the way, those humanoid living beings seemed to be similar to the current humans and Wu people. Their bodies were like withered wood. Although they still looked "plump", their flesh and blood had long turned into metal.
Why can these hundred-odd tombs resist the Chaos aura? Yang Jian could not figure it out. Perhaps the powerful enemy had done it on purpose.
The ruins of the world, the Ten-Thousand-Mile Pagoda … These were already shocking enough. What else was waiting for him?
"Second Master, there's a teleportation array formation here," the elder said in a low voice. "It's the same situation in front. It's a total of 5,000 kilometers. There are inscriptions left behind by the Saint in the middle of the mountain."
Yang Jian nodded and sighed softly. He did not say anything and stepped into the teleportation array formation.
Light and shadows flashed. Yang Jian and the elder were already standing in a round hole that was not too big. The round hole that was 1,000 feet in diameter was a semicircle. The stone walls around it were densely packed with lattices. One figure after another sat cross-legged and also turned into iron-like sculptures.
A stone tablet stood in the middle. There was a skeleton in front of the stone tablet. The skeleton was golden, but there was no vitality.
Yang Jian took a step forward and bowed to the skeleton. Then, he looked up at the inscription.
"What's written on it?"
"Second Master, the Realm Master could not crack it. He could only confirm that this skeleton is the remains of a Saint. He died from serious injuries."
Yang Jian nodded and squatted beside the skeleton. He narrowed his eyes slightly and saw the cracks that looked like spider webs all over the skeleton.
After the Saints of the Primordial Era died, there was a volcano-shaped Saint's Tomb and a Spirit Cloud True Spirit. He had already seen that in the Great Tomb of the Xuandu City.
This place should be the Great World after the Grand Prime.
The Taisu Era, which was the closest to the Primordial World, had been directly destroyed. It would not have left behind such a wreckage. Based on this speculation, this place should be the big tomb left behind by the Taichi Era.
"Where did your Realmlord go?" Yang Jian asked.
The elder hurriedly said, "Realm Lord … Previously, there were rumors in the Broken Bone World that Realm Lord might have been killed by the Great Elder. Before Second Master killed the Great Elder, more than half of the Broken Bone World had fallen into the hands of the Great Elder. Only the Third Elder insisted that the Great Elder had plotted against Realm Lord."
"Your Realm Master was not killed by Kun Peng," Yang Jian said. "When I interrogated Kun Peng's primordial spirit, I asked about this. When he wanted to attack, I did not know where your Realm Master had gone."
"Second Master … If the Realm Master appears and finds out that we have pledged our loyalty to Second Master, will he threaten Second Master's safety?"
Yang Jian smiled but did not say anything.
"Go. Don't let anyone disturb me. I'll stay here and comprehend the inscriptions."
"Yes, the remnant treasure fragments are displayed at the edge. The Realm Master ordered us to sort them out."
After sending this person away, Yang Jian stood in front of the stone tablet and looked at the obscure words on it. He tried to comprehend the mystery within.
There were no Dao runes left, and it was a little messy. It should not be a record of some cultivation technique but a record.
This was not a Great Dao Dao pattern, and he did not understand the language of the Great Ultimate Realm. It was really difficult to understand what was written on the tablet.
However, if he could find Uncle-Master Xuan Du, he would most likely be able to decipher the contents of the tablet. Uncle-Master Xuan Du's Dream-Traversing Divine Technique could allow him to enter the Grand Prime and the future. He must have traveled through the Great Ultimate Era.
However, Xuan Du was elusive. After leaving the Xuandu City to him, no one knew where he had gone. It would be a little difficult for Yang Jian to find him.
"Forget it." Yang Jian shook his head and put this matter aside for the time being. He did not want to force it.
Yang Jian felt that he already knew a lot about those powerful enemies. Furthermore, those fellows had already appeared in the Primordial North Sea. He did not know when the war would break out.
After going around to the back of the stone tablet, Yang Jian was stunned again.
There was a simple relief sculpture behind the stone tablet. It depicted a world with many figures standing in it. However, above these figures, there was a pair of half-opened eyes embedded in the darkness that were watching the figures below.
Yang Jian frowned. He felt a little uncomfortable when he saw this pair of eyes. He could not help but recall the memory of exploring the Netherworld Stream that Daoist Tianyan had shown him. The pair of eyes under the abyss …
Although the eyes carved here were different, Yang Jian felt that there was a connection.
Naturally, this was just his intuition.
"Are you saying that the Great Ultimate Realm has long been secretly watched by these enemies?"
Yang Jian frowned slightly and stared at the eyes for a while. He inexplicably got goosebumps, but he could not see anything.
Fortunately, there were still some treasures left in the Great Ultimate Realm here. Perhaps he could find something.
Yang Jian glanced at the small eagle in the black tortoise's belt and woke it up from its sleep. He instructed it not to fly around randomly and only to sense if there were any spiritual items here. Then, Yang Jian walked toward the "debris" in the corner.
There were dozens of fragments of various shapes placed in the corner. The small eagle did not move at all. It stood on Yang Jian's shoulder with its neck shrunk, looking uninterested.
In other words, these fragments did not have any spirituality.
What could he comprehend from this?
The corners of Yang Jian's mouth twitched slightly. However, he still sat down cross-legged patiently and carefully checked them one by one.
The array patterns and restrictions on these fragments were somewhat different from the ones in the Primordial World. It seemed to be because of the drastic change in the Dao laws or because the cultivation systems of the two eras were somewhat different.
Yang Jian quietly comprehended. However, after spending a few days and nights, he still did not obtain any opportunities.
"Ah …"
Yang Jian sighed, got up, and looked at the stone corpse sitting cross-legged on the stone wall in front of him. Behind this corpse were layers of corpses arranged in the same way.
It was obvious that the cultivation realm of the corpse sitting cross-legged should be much higher than the living beings in the periphery who had died in pain.
However, there was one emotion that was common — despair.
Yang Jian walked to the skeleton of the Saint, bowed with a Dao salute, and said, "Seniors, if your spirits are still alive, please enlighten me. A strong enemy has appeared in the Primordial North Sea. "
There was no response. Yang Jian waited for half a day, but there was no response.
Shaking his head, Yang Jian turned and left this place. He did not step on the array formation in front of him. Instead, he followed the path that the Realm Lord of the Remnant Bone Realm had opened and slowly walked toward the periphery.
Previously, Yang Jian had heard from pink-skinned uncle, ahem, from Huo Pi that many people were cultivating in seclusion in the mystic realm. As expected, after walking 1,000 feet forward, Yang Jian saw a few old Spirit Clan cultivators sitting along the stone wall.
There were still corpses sitting cross-legged on the stone wall, and there were some "ghost talismans" imprinted everywhere on these corpses …
There were traces of Dao runes in these talismans!
Yang Jian turned his head and looked at the semicircular hole in the center. He seemed to have understood something …
The most important place was preserved with inscriptions. The cultivators of the Great Ultimate Realm had preserved some cultivation techniques by carving talismans on their bodies.
Yang Jian stood in front of a corpse that no one was meditating and studied it for a while. Then, he was a little disappointed.
These talismans were not profound cultivation techniques … In fact, compared to the Primordial Spirit Dao that was prevalent in the Primordial World, there were many shortcomings and incomplete.
Perhaps it was because the Dao laws were different.
Shaking his head, Yang Jian was about to turn around and leave when an idea flashed in his mind. He suddenly stopped in his tracks.
He turned around and took a step forward. Yang Jian's figure leisurely disappeared. When he appeared again, he had already returned to the semicircular hole. He stood in front of the stone tablet and looked at the skeleton.
"Sorry for the offense."
Yang Jian bowed to the skeleton. Then, a wave of Xuanqi spread out and completely surrounded the skeleton.
There were spiderweb-like cracks all over the dark golden bones. If these cracks weren't from wounds ….
Soon, Yang Jian used Xuanqi to investigate all parts of the skeleton. He raised his right hand and put his left hand behind his back. He stood there quietly.
His sword fingers began to slide. Yang Jian first started from the cracks at the top of the skeleton's head. He slowly carved and spread out the cracks.
That was actually equivalent to wrapping some paper around the skeleton of a Saint and imprinting the cracks on the bones.
His sword fingers wandered and he wrote a tadpole text with Xuanqi.
Yang Jian's heart suddenly trembled. A golden word suddenly appeared on the spiritual platform. Yang Jian was rather familiar with that word. He had seen it many times before!
It was exactly the same as the Great Dao patterns on the Heart Sea Boundary Stone of the Saint's Tomb in the Xuandu City!
Great Dao patterns!
Yang Jian was not in a hurry to comprehend the first word of the Great Dao. His sword fingers continued to move, writing one tadpole text after another in the space around him.
More and more Great Dao patterns floated in the spiritual platform!
Every Great Dao pattern carried a lot of information. Yang Jian copied all the cracks on the Saint's skeleton in one breath. The number of Great Dao patterns that appeared in his heart reached 300.
"Why didn't these Spirits discover it? Or did the Realm Lord discover it and deliberately not mention it? "
Yang Jian muttered and felt a little strange.
However, he did not think about it. Which ordinary cultivator would dare to disrespect the Saint's skeleton? Not to mention carefully copying the cracks on the Saint's skeleton.
Xuanqi had done something good again, but Yang Jian was not too excited.
He went to the back of the stone tablet and set up a layer of Xuan Gang to form a defensive formation. Then, he sat down cross-legged and shifted his consciousness to the 300 Great Dao patterns.
With a loud bang, Yang Jian only felt that his spiritual platform was shining with golden light, and the patterns of the Great Path were constantly changing. In the end, they actually turned into the appearance of an old man, sitting in the corner of the spiritual platform, staring blankly with blank eyes.
This was …
The spiritual platform was the most important thing for a cultivator. There must be no problems. Yang Jian was also a little nervous. His voice sounded everywhere in the spiritual platform.
"Senior?"
The old man did not speak, but an old voice appeared in Yang Jian's heart.
"I am not a spiritual body. I am just a memory that was imprinted. I can answer some of your questions … I can only answer the questions that I know."
Yang Jian thought for a while and asked, "Senior, are you a Saint from the Tai Chi era?"
"I am already halfway into the Omnipotent Realm."
Halfway into the Omnipotent Realm? Wasn't this similar to the Great God Pangu's realm? He did not answer about the Tai Chi era. Was it because they named their era differently from the Primordial World in the future?
"How many Omnipotent Beings did you face?"
"Four of them. Two of them fought against me. I was no match for them. They severely injured me, but they could not destroy my Dao heart. One of them destroyed the heaven and earth. Another one buried all the living beings who refused to listen to him alive … "
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