As soon as the thought flashed through Zhang Yu's mind, he quickly rejected it. This was because the other party was not the Left Military Marquis of the Army of God in his memory. Instead, it was a person who was very similar to him in terms of figure, appearance, and spirit.
The similarity was only his judgment. If it was someone else, even if it was someone who was most familiar with the Left Military Marquis, they would probably think that the two were the same person.
His figure vanished, and he passed through the stone door and directly stepped into the spacious hall in front of him. As soon as he entered here, he felt that the weak turbid tide that originally existed had suddenly vanished, as if it had been isolated outside.
His eyes flashed slightly, and he walked forward, following a dusty cliff corridor stone path, and approached the person. However, the person still remained motionless, half-kneeling there.
He took another step, came in front of the person, and took another look.
This person did not have the aura of a living person, but there were no signs of decay either. It was as if his soul had left, leaving only an empty shell here.
This person was not wearing any clothes, and the muscles and bones that were exposed formed smooth and powerful lines. There were no flaws to be found, and it could be called perfect.
This person had at least reached the level of a cultivator in the second chapter when he was alive. The toughness of his body was not below that of Ning Kunlun, and even surpassed it.
Logically speaking, even blood brothers could not possibly look so similar. However, if it was due to the influence of a divine power, then it was not strange.
He pondered in his heart. It was very likely that this was because of that broken stone slab. Perhaps those who obtained power from it would all end up like this.
There were some torn fabrics on the ground, and it was very likely that this person used to wear them. Judging from the degree of decay, it should be from ten years ago.
At this moment, this person was half-kneeling on the ground, one hand supporting his body, the other stretched out in front of him, clenching his fist. However, there was a cut on his wrist, and below it was a supporting stone plate. Below it was a shallow layer of golden blood.
The blood did not dry up due to the passage of time. Instead, it was sparkling and translucent, like golden liquid.
He moved his gaze away from this person and turned to the front. There was a half-moon shaped altar, and there were two strange stones on the left and right. The light was very dazzling, and it looked like two rays of sunlight shooting in from the outside. And at the intersection of the rays of light, there was a recessed square stone trough.
With a thought, he took out the broken stone slab that his adoptive father had left him. He loosened his five fingers and let it float forward. It came to the top of the groove and then slowly sank into it.
Once they settled down in the stone trough, a creaking sound was heard as a platform rose from the middle of the altar.
Inside was a metal box.
His gaze focused, and this thing floated into the air, arriving in front of him. When the lid was removed, what was revealed was another damaged stone slab.
There was also a letter signature at the bottom. This was undoubtedly something that his adoptive father had left for him. He took out the letter and saw that it was written in the indigenous language. He read it carefully, and his heart was slightly moved. He glanced at the person on the ground.
Then, he walked forward and dipped his finger into the blood in the stone bowl. With a twist of his finger, he could feel that this blood had a strong invasive power. If an ordinary person touched even a little, they would be corroded to death by this power.
However, if the method was right, it could be used as a kind of tonic, and the person who came into contact with it would experience a beneficial transformation from the inside out.
And the method to use it was written on the letter.
Using that broken stone slab, even an ordinary person could use it to communicate with the "Supreme". However, directly communicating with the Supreme was not something that an ordinary person could bear. So, it needed one person to communicate first, and then drink this person's blood. Then, communicate with the Supreme again. Only then could it reach a higher level of "perfection", and there would be no consequences.
It could be said that the first person played the role of a sacrificial offering.
Apart from that, the letter also clearly stated the whereabouts of another stone slab. It was obvious that it wanted him to continue searching for this thing.
With a thought, he put the box into his astral bag. Then, he turned around and looked at the entire cavern hall.
Because this was a very enclosed environment, and there was only one path to come here, he could see that there were still faint footprints on the ground. They should have been left by the person in front of him.
His eyes flashed slightly. After a short while, he saw the stone door opposite him move to the sides. Light shone in from the outside, and then a blurry figure walked in from the outside.
As he walked, he would occasionally turn to one side, as if he was discussing something with someone. Moreover, he kept walking along the side of the passage. This meant that there was another person beside this person at that time. However, this person did not leave any traces of his past, so he could not see him.
That blurry figure finally came to the front of the altar and took something from the hands of the invisible person. Then, he raised it up high and seemed to be chanting something. This was an extremely strange sound. Even if he only saw the afterimage of the past, he could still faintly hear it.
At first, the figure was very thin, but as the sound surged, it gradually grew taller. In the end, the figure swayed, staggered a few steps, and stumbled forward. Finally, it half-knelt on the ground, and gradually overlapped with the figure on the ground. Finally, it stopped moving.
At this time, this person seemed to be moved by another person. His arm was lifted forward, and there was a container below. As the container's weight increased, it was obvious that there was blood dripping inside.
He did not see the other person, but after a while, the stone door closed again.
However, all of this did not end there. After what seemed like a long time, the stone door was pushed open again, and another blurry figure walked in.
This person walked to the half-kneeling person and took away the container full of blood under his arm. Then, he placed another stone bowl below. After doing this, this person also left this place.
Zhang Yu took a step forward and looked at the person's back as he left. Then, he withdrew his gaze and turned to the half-kneeling person. The person who walked with this person first and could not see his figure was very likely his adoptive father.
However, who was the person who came in after him?
No wonder there was only a thin layer of blood in the stone bowl. Most of the blood should have been taken by this person.
This person took the blood, so he should know the function of the blood. However, the stone slab was still left here. Did he not know or did he not need it? Or could it be that this person already knew where the next clue would lead him to?
At this moment, he could not help but think back to the time he spent with his adoptive father. He could not see anything strange about this person. Although he looked like an ordinary person, he could feel that this adoptive father of his was not ordinary. Moreover, he could feel that this adoptive father of his treated him very attentively and did not have any ill intentions.
He looked at the bowl of blood. Back then, when he became a disciple, his master had said that he might not be suitable to walk the path of cultivation. Then, was it because of this that his adoptive father had prepared this path for him?
He thought for a while. If he wanted to find the true answer, perhaps he would only find it if he continued to search.
However, he was not obsessed with this. To the current him, this was just incidental. It was just to solve a question in his heart.
With a flick of his sleeve, he put away the bowl of blood. Although he had no use for it, since it was left to him by his adoptive father, he naturally had to take it.
He looked around again. These historical remains should have been cleaned up by people later on. There were no deity statues worshiped. However, this boundary could isolate the corruption of the turbid tide. This meant that there was definitely something that existed. It formed a function similar to a spiritual gate.
He closed his eyes and concentrated for a moment. The entire boundary shook slightly. After ten or so breaths passed, he opened his eyes and extended his hand. Immediately, the solid rock there shattered. Then, a petal spiraled from above and floated down.
He extended his hand and grabbed the item. His eyes immediately flickered with electricity.
He put the item into his sleeve and turned around to leave. Following his departure, the half-kneeling person turned into a pile of ashes with a bang.
Meanwhile, on the eastern foot of Mount An, on a certain mountain ridge in the depths of the jungle, there were over a hundred fully armed natives. They were either sitting or standing in a circle. Among them, half of them were women. Although they were not as tall as the men here, each and every one of them had sharp gazes. They were like wild beasts that were full of aggression.
Sitting in the middle of the crowd was a native woman in her thirties. Her skin was rough, and her face was well-defined. There were also a few scars of varying thickness on her cheeks.
However, it could be seen that she originally had a beautiful appearance. Her body was draped in gorgeous feather woven clothes. Her arms and waist were tied with ropes that were strung with the teeth of all kinds of spiritual creatures. At her waist hung an axe that was clearly Tianxia style.
Across from her sat a person wearing a white mask.
At this time, a native with oil paint on his face and a feather war flag in his hand ran in. He went to the woman's ear and said a few words.
When the woman heard the report, she waved her hand and dismissed the man. Then, she raised her head and said to the masked man, "He just said that on the ancient Walu Mountain, there is a giant white fish flying in the Ghana Pasture. Do you know what that is?"
The masked man bowed slightly and replied in the native language, "The agent of Payawen. That is the ship that the god Tianxia rode. According to the information I received, this god should have come from Tianxia."
The woman's face showed a serious expression. Her body also tensed up for a moment. Then, she said, "A god from Tianxia. Is he very powerful?"
The masked man looked at her and slowly said, "Very powerful. For example, all the gods of Tianxia in the East Court are powerful. It was this god who single-handedly destroyed the Blood Sun Divine Kingdom."
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