There was still a faint stench in the air. Feng Hao frowned and walked in.
It was a huge hall, an unknown hall. It was also filled with broken bricks and tiles. The surrounding walls had collapsed in several places. There were dozens of big holes at the top, allowing the sunlight from the outside to shine in.
With the help of the sunlight, Feng Hao could see tall figures carved on the broken walls. However, the most attractive thing was not the figures, but the trees and vines.
The divine trees with delicate skin towered up into the sky, as if they could pierce through the sky. Around the branches were patterns of clouds, showing the height of the divine trees. The vines were like flood dragons, vivid and lifelike. They coiled around the divine trees, making them look even more ferocious and sturdy.
Although these images were already broken, the strange liveliness still gave Fenghao an unparalleled visual impact, making him feel like he was in a desolate ancient forest.
Closing his eyes, Feng Hao gasped for breath. Beads of sweat rolled down his cheeks.
"These things … What are they?"
Looking around, he saw the same patterns everywhere. His eyes trembled, and his mind was not calm at all.
"What happened in the Antiquity Age?"
Based on the scale of the ruins and the scene in the palace, Feng Hao could tell that this place used to be extremely glorious. The cracks on the ground and the broken walls all showed that this place had suffered a destructive attack.
"There are some things that you can't know with your current cultivation. Moreover, knowing it will not do you any good."
An old voice came out, sounding very cautious.
"Uh …"
Feng Hao was stunned, but he did not ask any more questions. He took a step forward and walked towards a broken wall that was relatively intact.
The patterns on the divine trees were extremely clear. They were very three-dimensional and vivid, as if they were directly presented in front of his eyes.
Suppressing the throbbing in his heart, Feng Hao reached out his hand and slowly stroked it.
There was nothing special about it. It was just a flat wall. However, Fenghao could faintly feel a peculiar energy flowing within it. It was filled with vitality and a refreshing feeling. It immediately refreshed his mind, and his exhausted body instantly recovered to its normal state.
"Hmm?"
When he sensed this peculiar energy, Fenghao was slightly taken aback. With a jolt of his heart, he immediately activated the Yan Art and a suction force was produced from his palm. Immediately, he felt the refreshing energy seep into his palm and flow into his body through his veins.
"How could this be?"
Looking inside his body, Feng Hao was stunned by the state of his body.
It was a cyan energy thread. Once it entered his body, it directly passed through the Martial Essence Vortex and seeped into the Virtual Martial Vortex, which was under the Martial Essence Vortex. There was a small ripple, and it disappeared into the darkness, as if it did not exist.
For a long time, there was no change in the Virtual Martial Vortex. It looked extremely calm, and it did not react because of this energy.
"Master?"
Feng Hao could not figure out what was going on, so he could only ask Elder Fen.
"What's wrong?"
Not long after, an old voice came out.
"Master, what was that energy just now?"
Feng Hao asked with some anticipation.
"Energy?What energy? "
The old man's voice was full of doubts.
"Uh …"
Fenghao was slightly taken aback, and immediately explained, "It's the special energy that was absorbed by the wall just now?"
"Wall?"
Elder Fen was also stunned. After a while, he said, "How could there be a special energy on the wall?It's impossible. "
"It's true!"
Feng Hao was a little anxious, and he explained, "After I sensed it, I absorbed it into my body. As a result, that special energy directly entered the Virtual Martial Vortex."
"It entered the Virtual Martial Vortex?"
Perhaps he also felt that Feng Hao was not lying, so Elder Fen's voice also became serious. "Is there any change in the Virtual Martial Vortex?"
After being reminded by the old man, Feng Hao looked inside his body again.
The Martial Yuan whirlpool did not move at all. It was still slowly rotating. The Strange Nucleus was suspended in the air, flickering with a sparkling purplish blue light. Below it, there was a boundless pitch-black whirlpool. It was like a black hole, deep and bottomless. Looking at it for a long time, Fenghao had the illusion that his mind was being sucked in.
"No."
After observing for a while, Feng Hao shook his head in disappointment.
"Are you sure you absorbed a special energy into your body?"
Elder Fen asked again carefully.
"Yes."
Feng Hao nodded, "Although it is very little, it is indeed there. Moreover, it gives me a feeling of vitality … It seems to be the feeling of looking at the pattern painting …"
"It did not merge with the Martial Essence Vortex?"
"No."
Feng Hao shook his head, "It seems that … the Martial Essence Vortex cannot contain it."
When that strand of energy passed through the Martial Yuan Vortex, Fenghao had a faint feeling that the Martial Yuan Vortex was like the water on the surface of a lake. If it was a leaf or a raindrop, it would naturally merge into the water or float on it. However, if it was a stone, it would naturally sink. And that strand of energy was the stone that was thrown into the lake.
"Go and try on the other walls."
Elder Fen urged in a hurry.
After hearing the old man's words, Feng Hao walked to another broken wall and placed his palm on it. For a long time, he did not feel the slightest fluctuation.
"No."
Feng Hao shook his head doubtfully.
"Try again."
Under the old man's reminder, Feng Hao tried a few more broken walls, but still, there was no fluctuation of the strange energy.
"This is impossible. Could it be an illusion?"
There were a few broken walls that were even more complete than the previous one, but there was no trace of that energy. This made Feng Hao suspicious.
His eyes swept around and fixed on the stairs of the palace.
It was also the highest place in the palace. The surroundings were full of broken stones, and the wall behind it had a hole.
Unknowingly, Feng Hao walked over there. The stench here was very strong, as if it was the place where the deformed spirit was entrenched. On the broken ground, there were still traces of disgusting liquid.
Frowning, Feng Hao pinched his nose.
Standing in front of the high platform, he could vaguely judge that it was a large round platform. According to the scattered stones around, he was even more suspicious. Could there have been a large sculpture here?
After observing for a while, he found a relatively clean place and placed his palm on it.
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