Sitting quietly on a desolate and dead planet, Yang Xuan held the Demigod Clan's ancient book in his hand, but in his mind, he was trying to figure out the prayer ritual.
However, according to his experience, this ritual was most likely symbolic. In the end, the language used to communicate with the Demigod was probably the ancient language of the Demigods.
However, in this book, there were only a few words of the ancient language of the Demigod Clan, so he did not know if it would work.
It was impossible to figure out the complete language and ritual. Yang Xuan did not want to use the Demigod to cultivate, he just wanted to verify his thoughts.
His soul quieted down, and according to the method recorded in the ancient book, he let out the voice used by the Demigod ancestor, who only had bits and pieces of it.
This would probably be impossible for other people, but Yang Xuan was different. He had absolute control over the soul, which gave him an advantage in communicating with the Gods.
Gradually, he seemed to feel something different.
It seemed to be some kind of strange energy, but it was unstable. It was like a person on the verge of death, letting out his last whisper.
Yang Xuan was puzzled. It was the first time he felt this kind of energy.
As time passed, his body seemed to be hidden in the clouds, and it began to become blurry.
Slowly, he found that he seemed to have arrived at a strange place.
This place was a void. There were no stars and no moon. Up, down, left, and right, everything was gray. Nothing could be seen clearly.
However, Yang Xuan felt that there seemed to be something right in front of him.
Yang Xuan spread out his Divine Telekinesis.
At this time, he finally saw it clearly.
In front of him, there was a gray mass of air, floating slowly. Its movements were extremely slow, like an old man in his twilight years.
However, what attracted Yang Xuan's attention was not the mass of air itself, but the black chains that wrapped around it, with the other end of the black chains that disappeared into the void.
Yang Xuan's eyes narrowed.
He had seen this chain many times, but he felt that it was not as shocking as this one.
Can you imagine a mass of air as huge as a star, wrapped around by the black chains, like a prisoner?
Before seeing this scene, Yang Xuan would never have thought that such a thing would happen.
For a moment, Yang Xuan was full of doubts.
He had previously proven that the black chains were related to the Wolf God of Sirius, but now it seemed that his previous judgment was wrong.
The owner of this chain was probably someone else.
A small Wolf God would not be able to control a body of energy that was larger than itself.
After observing for a while, Yang Xuan tried to get close to the gray mass of air.
However, outside the mass of air, there was a layer of ink-colored energy that completely blocked his Divine Telekinesis, so that he could not make effective contact with the mass of air.
Yang Xuan's heart.
He seemed to have seen this ink-colored energy, not too long ago..
On the Black Cloud Star, it was also this strange power that had blocked his divine will.
After observing for a while, in order not to alert the enemy, Yang Xuan did not try again. Instead, he quietly retreated.
The lonely and desolate planet was as quiet as ever. Meteors streaked across the sky from time to time.
Yang Xuan's eyes flickered.
At this moment, he inexplicably thought of the god of the Heiyun people that he had lost contact with — the God of Darkness.
He had a feeling that the black chains seemed to have an inextricable connection with the God of Darkness.
After thinking for a while, he thought of the human race.
If the Demigod race had once worshipped a god, did that mean that the human race had also once worshipped a god?
After thinking about it, he felt that he had to return to the human race and take a look.
Yang Xuan did not linger. He stood up, turned into a stream of light, and disappeared into the starry sky.
…
The human race, on one of the Nine Imperial Guards of the Imperial Court, Fang Rongxuan stood on a White Stone Tower, staring blankly at the sky.
The starry sky was still the same, but somehow, he couldn't understand it anymore.
Everything seemed to be out of his control. The feeling of not being able to control the future made him very uncomfortable.
He realized that the plan he had set up over the past ten thousand years seemed to be in vain. He didn't even know if he would be able to see the day when the clouds bloomed.
"A storm is coming." He sighed.
Someone in the starry sky added, "The clouds have just risen and the sun sinks. A storm is coming. Don't ask about what happened in the past. The Wei River flows from the east. Grand Secretary Fang, you're in such a good mood, but I wonder if you're trying to remind yourself or me of that. "
Fang Rongxuan was dazed. He watched as a star fell from the sky and landed in front of him. It then turned into Yang Xuan.
Fang Rongxuan was dazed for a long moment before he smiled bitterly. "Tianxuan The Great, I'm honored by your presence. Sorry for not coming out to meet you. Oh, wait, should I call you Sage Xuansheng? "
Yang Xuan smiled. He had seen Fang Rongxuan sighing as soon as he entered the Imperial Court Planet, and it occurred to him that the man might know some secrets of the human race.
"You can call me whatever you want. Grand Secretary Fang, it's a very elegant name, but I don't understand what you're trying to say."
Fang Rongxuan looked at Yang Xuan with an indescribable look on his face. When he first met Yang Xuan, he never expected Yang Xuan to reach this level in such a short time. He was so fast that all of Fang Rongxuan's plans couldn't catch up. It was beyond his expectations.
"Sage Xuansheng, you're here to ask me that?" he asked.
"Of course not. I was just curious when I saw Master Fang sighing. By the way, where's Zhang Zhongyang? "
"Brother Zhang disappeared a long time ago. I'm looking for him as well." Fang Rongxuan smiled bitterly.
Yang Xuan dodged the question and got straight to the point. "There's something I don't understand, and I'd like to ask Master Fang."
Fang Rongxuan knew what he was going to ask, so he made an inviting gesture. "Sage Xuansheng, please."
Yang Xuan followed him down the tower and went to the next floor.
There was a window next to the window, and the starry sky was unobstructed.
Fang Rongxuan poured Yang Xuan a cup of tea and said, "I know what you're going to ask. Zhang Zhongyang and I have been planning this for ten thousand years, and I can't tell you. However, things have changed. Zhang Zhongyang is probably dead, and I don't have much time left. If I don't tell you now, I'm afraid I won't have another chance."
Yang Xuan leaned forward and said, "I'm all ears."
Fang Rongxuan seemed to be organizing his words. After a long silence, he slowly said, "Ten thousand years ago, Chen Yuanxi and Emperor Qingyao appeared out of nowhere and dazzled everyone. At that time, the human race was incomparably glorious. However, only Zhang Zhongyang and I knew that the day of the human race's decline was not far away. Sage Xuansheng, do you know why?"
Yang Xuan didn't even blink as he asked, "Why?"
"Because the Evil God Emissary found me and Zhang Zhongyang long before Yuanxi and Qingyao. He said that the human race couldn't have an emperor. Otherwise, their inheritance would be broken."
Yang Xuan listened carefully. He stared at Fang Rongxuan and asked, "Why?"
Fang Rongxuan sighed and smiled bitterly. "It's not that the human race can't have an emperor. It's just that they can't have an emperor through the orthodox cultivation method of the human race."
"The orthodox cultivation method of the human race?" Yang Xuan narrowed his eyes.
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