The vast and desolate hill looked extremely similar to the red hill from last night, yet there were obvious differences.
It looked like the red hill that was several tens of thousands of zhang tall had been chopped off from the foot of the hill overnight.
The upper part of the hill had disappeared without a trace, while the men and women of the mystical races had also left the hill.
Only the low hill was left in its original spot. The dilapidated past silently recounted the past prosperity and glory.
"What's going on?
"What exactly happened here while I was asleep?"
Lin Buzheng frowned. He was puzzled by the scene before him.
Just last night, the red hill was several tens of thousands of zhang tall, blocking out the sun and piercing the sky.
There were countless flame-like parasol trees growing on the mountain. A mysterious, powerful, and kind race lived on the mountain peak, reproducing and multiplying generation after generation.
However, when Lin Buzheng woke up this morning, the towering hill and the countless parasol trees had all disappeared, leaving only a small hill.
Such a scene contradicted common sense. Lin Buzheng couldn't think of an answer to this question.
"Wait …"
"This small hill has existed for at least a million years. It's impossible for such a drastic change to happen in just one night."
"Could it be that all of this is just a dream?"
In the next moment, Lin Buzheng bowed slightly and reached out to pick up the red soil to observe. He discovered that the soil had already dried up and lost its spirituality. In such a state, it had experienced at least a million years of exposure to the elements.
The various landforms on the hill were not something that could be formed overnight. It also required a long period of tempering before it could evolve into its current state.
"Right, the Luck of this place!"
At that moment, Lin Buzheng suddenly recalled something. He activated the mysterious ability in his eyes and looked up at the sky. He immediately discovered that the Luck of this place was extremely dim.
Wisps of Karmic Luck that were dim to the extreme flowed out from the heavens and the earth and converged in the sky. However, when the boundless Karmic Luck converged together, it actually couldn't even condense into a small Karmic Luck Phoenix.
From this, it could be seen how thin the Luck of this small hill was.
Only now did Lin Buzheng realize why he felt that something was off when he saw the powerful Fate that the red mountain gave off.
The giant phoenix's Fate was illusory and illusory. It was clearly different from the time and space it was in. It clearly came from the past countless years.
Countless years ago, when the red immortal mountain was still intact, the mysterious species still thriving on the mountain, the destiny of this place was indeed powerful and exuberant to the extreme.
But as time passed, the red mountain peak was chopped off for some inexplicable reason, and those men and women also passed away from this place. That was why the destiny of this small mountain had become so thin.
All of these facts showed that Lin Buzheng had inadvertently gone against the river of time last night, and he'd returned to the boundless ancient times!
However, it was common knowledge that time was like water and could not be reversed. Even the Great Emperor could not reverse time and space, so how could Lin Buzheng return to the past and dance with the ancient mysterious race?
No matter how he looked at it, it didn't seem possible.
However, the increase in Lin Buzheng's state of mind was real.
Everything that happened last night had turned into memories and existed in his mind, making it impossible for him to forget.
"Senior, did I go back to the past last night, or did my heart resonate with the Phoenix Clan by chance?"
The Fate in the shape of a phoenix, the ancient parasol tree, the worship of the flame, and finally the transformation into a bird and flew away …
Lin Buzheng was not stupid. Through various signs, he had already deduced that the men and women who danced and drank with him last night were the transformation of the legendary Phoenix.
The Phoenix was a supreme divine beast, on the same level as the True Dragon, the Qilin, the Black Tortoise, and other divine beasts. When the Almighty of the Phoenix Clan cultivated to the highest realm, they possessed terrifying strength that was not inferior to the Great Emperor or the Gods.
The Phoenix was an extremely benevolent and proud beast. It would not befriend anyone who was not a genius with a pure heart. If it thought someone could be its friend, it would drink and dance with that person.
For a moment, Lin Buzheng was at a loss. He didn't know what the truth was, so he could only look at the blond man not far away in front of him and mumble, hoping that the latter could give him an answer.
The blond man's figure was as majestic as a mountain. His back was facing Lin Buzheng, and he accompanied him the whole time. He didn't leave his side for even a moment, but he didn't say a word. Everything depended on Lin Buzheng's own comprehension.
Swoosh!
In the end, the golden-haired man moved. He brought Lin Buzheng and continued to advance towards the depths of this ruined hill.
"This is …"
"Countless years ago, when the Phoenix Clan lived and multiplied here, they left behind murals!"
Lin Buzheng's eyes narrowed. As he moved forward, he found that on some broken walls, there were murals of the Phoenix Clan living and multiplying here millions of years ago.
These murals were ancient and weathered, but one could still barely make out the contents of the murals.
"The contents of these murals, are they talking about me?!"
Lin Buzheng slowed down his footsteps, his eyes sweeping over the murals. At a certain moment, he suddenly froze.
As he saw, on several murals, there was a recording of an outsider coming here, drinking with the men of the Phoenix Clan, and then singing and dancing with them.
On the murals, this outsider's figure and appearance were exactly the same as Lin Buzheng's. The entire process of entering the hill, drinking, and dancing was exactly the same as Lin Buzheng's experience last night.
The only difference was that when Lin Buzheng risked his life last night, he had drunk all the men of the Phoenix Clan until they fell under the table. However, the scene on the murals was the complete opposite. It was Lin Buzheng who was drunk.
These stone murals were ancient and had been passed down from millions of years ago. Even a Saint couldn't fake them.
"My friends, how are you?"
Lin Buzheng stopped and reached out to touch the cold murals. When he recalled everything he had experienced last night, he felt very emotional.
With the wutong trees dead, these proud and holy Phoenixes soared into the sky and would definitely not return.
Perhaps Lin Buzheng would never be able to see these close friends again in this lifetime.
"No!"
"There might still be a chance!"
However, in the next moment, Lin Buzheng thought of something, and a bright smile appeared on his face as he reached into the beast hide.
When he reached out again, he had already grabbed a large handful of wutong tree seeds.
Whoosh! Whoosh!
Whoosh! As he moved forward, the wind blew, and with the help of the wind, the wutong tree seeds covered every inch of the ground.
Last night, when the dance ended, the bonfire was extinguished, and the last phoenix left Lin Buzheng with wutong tree seeds.
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