That Daoist glanced at him and said, "There is a limit to the amount of mystical power here. It only shows the key points. If it wasn't necessary, an insignificant person would naturally not go and observe it. That first painting, you were just basking in my glory."
Xiao Tong widened his eyes and said gloomily, "Even the mystical powers are so snobbish?"
The Daoist said, "Disciple, don't feel that you are being looked down upon. This is the way of the world. If you are strong, there will naturally be people who will flatter you and please you. If you are weak, it may be a good thing that no one cares about you. I'm just afraid that they will step on you and want you to never be able to rise again. Therefore, you need to be strong, or else you can't blame others when you are defeated. "
The little boy nodded and said, "Teacher said that people with different skills will see different things. Then, after this disciple cultivates this skill, will the people and things I see be different from what I see now?"
The Daoist said, "Of course. For example, when I look at mortals, they are full of holes. Their bodies are like loose sand, unable to withstand any damage and will scatter when the wind blows. However, those who enter the Dao by looking at them, their bodies are solid and restrained, like mud. If they go one step further, they will be like glazed pottery and jade, able to withstand water, fire, and astral winds.
This is also why many Daoists do not see humans as humans. However, no matter how high a Daoist's skills are, they are still mortals who cultivated. Those who only look down and use the people below to show off their nobility and do not think that there is a supreme Dao at the top will have limited achievements in the future. They are not worthy to be my Daoists. "
As they spoke, the master and disciple walked out of the passage and came to an empty hall.
Xiao Tong looked and said, "Teacher, it seems like there is nothing here."
The Daoist said, "There is, there is a lot." He opened his eyes and a light suddenly shot out from his eyes. Wherever the light shone, there would be vertical light marks in all directions. There were tens of thousands of them.
He quickly noticed that there was a light mark that was slightly different from the other light marks. It was as if it had not completely calmed down after being retracted.
He stared at it, and the light mark slowly tore apart, revealing a crack that was shaking and rumbling. He said, "Disciple, you go in first."
Xiao Tong nodded and carefully walked towards the crack. But at this moment, he suddenly remembered that he wasn't in the paintings. He couldn't help but feel his mouth go dry and his heart beat rapidly.
However, he followed the instructions and walked over. After he stepped through the door, he found himself on a fertile plain. Only then did he heave a sigh of relief.
At this moment, the Daoist had also passed through. Without the support of his power, the crack door behind him closed with a loud bang.
Xiao Tong looked around and noticed the Golden Palace in the distance. He pointed and said excitedly, "Teacher, it's over there."
The Daoist saw a golden palace, but he stood still and said, "Just seeing it doesn't mean I can reach it."
Xiao Tong thought for a while and said, "Teacher, are you saying that this is an illusion?"
The Daoist said, "It's not an illusion. It's just that the way to get there is not the usual way that you know. This is a clever barrier. You have to follow a certain principle to pass through. If you force your way through, you will be excluded."
Xiao Tong asked curiously, "Even with teacher's mana, you can't break it?"
The Daoist said, "As the saying goes, one can be strong without desires. If you have nothing to ask for, you can do whatever you want without any scruples. If you have something to ask for, you have to give in. This is the principle of the world. Unless your power can suppress everything in the world, then you can really be unrestrained."
At this point, he paused for a moment and sneered, "However, such a small trick isn't much." He did a little calculation and knew the changes. He reached out and grabbed Xiao Tong's shoulder. In the next moment, they disappeared from the spot.
At the same time, Irukujia had already brought the two people from the God Recovery Society to stand in front of the golden palace.
The two people from the God Recovery Society saw clearly that this was a huge trapezoidal platform that could reach the sky. On top of it, there was a huge palace supported by pillars. The pillars were engraved with poems of the immortal gods. They were engraved with the words of the conquered gods.
These words and pictures were carefully arranged and painted with various gems and brilliant colors. However, the style was very uniform, so it did not look messy. Instead, it was beautiful and gorgeous.
The woman walked up with a slightly intoxicated expression and touched the engraved words. She praised, "According to the legends, the Conqueror's Gate at the front of the Iparl Divine Palace should lead to the Corridor of Glory and the Hall of Giants."
The two of them followed Irkuga into the palace. They saw large curtains hanging from the ceiling all the way to the ground. On each of these curtains, a ferocious spirit creature was depicted.
The woman could not help but praise, "This is the Hunter's Banner. It is woven with the fur of spiritual creatures. Those who can hang the banner here are the most powerful spiritual creatures. It is said that when the Iparl grows up, they will kill these creatures to prove their bravery. "
At this time, the three people walked into a long corridor. Suddenly, a light shone out. The woman's eyes lit up and said, "The Corridor of Conquest."
It could be seen that the corridor was filled with crimson blood. On the stone platforms on both sides of the corridor, the divine weapons and armors of the various conquered Protoss were enshrined. These things were shining brightly, dazzling the eyes of those who saw them.
Irukujia opened his arms and said, "After the rise of Iparl, all the glory is here. Here is the past of the destroyed gods. Only here can we find their records.
But sometimes I think, if the Iparl is destroyed one day, I wonder what method the destroyed will use to record Iparl? "
The man behind said, "Great Iparl, the glory of Iparl will continue forever."
Irukujia smiled and said, "Nothing is eternal. The powerful Iparl is no exception."
He smiled again. "Back then, because I agreed with this, I was thought to be evil by the Father and Mother Goddess. But now, without me, can Iparl continue? "
After walking through the Corridor of Conquest, the three people came to the Giant Hall, the main hall of the Iparl Shrine. There were huge stone statues of giants here.
The woman knew that every one of these statues was built with reference to the warriors of the Iparl. But when she counted, she was surprised to find that there were only about twenty of them. One must know that this number included the fallen Iparl. This undoubtedly meant that the number of Iparl people was lower than expected.
Irukujia held his sword and spear and walked up the stairs at the front. There were two huge square stones, one on the left and one on the right. The lines were straight, as if they were neatly cut out.
In front of the square stones, there were two raised altars. On the left and right, there were two pottery plates with colorful petals and long green vines. There were also two dagger-like sacrificial knives, one gold and one silver.
The woman whispered, "This is the resting place of the God King and God Queen."
The man nodded.
As far as they knew, the God King of Iparr, Erus, and the God Queen of Iparr, Iche, had predicted that the Great Quietus would affect them before the previous Great Quietus, so they entered the Resting Land of the Gods to sleep.
But after the Great Quiescence, their relatives did not wake them up because they were afraid of their power. So, they slept until now.
Irukujia fiddled with his sword and spear, "To be exact, this is just a little of their divine imprint. Their bodies were destroyed in the Great Quiescence, but their divine power is actually sleeping on the Imoan Tree outside the Divine Dome. Now that the Imoan Tree has collapsed, to summon them back, this requires a certain ritual."
The man said, "Honorable Iparl, do you need us to do anything?"
Irukujia smiled mysteriously and said, "Don't worry, I will need you."
He walked forward and stood in the middle of the two square stones. Then, he put his sword and spear aside, took off his helmet and hugged it in his arms. Then, he half-knelt.
He placed one hand on his knee and lowered his head, "Iparl, Iparl, I am calling for you from the Iparl Divine Palace, calling for you to wake up …
Iparl's glory needs you to rebuild, Iparl's legacy needs you to continue. I have brought a suitable sacrifice, I hope you can hear my call and respond to my prayer. "
The two of them had knelt down with him and were muttering with him. But when they heard his words, they suddenly felt that something was wrong.
Sacrifice?
What sacrifice?
At this moment, they seemed to have realized something. They were shocked and wanted to leave, but they were shocked to find that they could no longer move.
The man raised his head with difficulty and looked forward, asking, "Why?"
Irukujia held the sword and spear in his hand again. He stood up with his back facing the two of them, then turned around and smiled, "I have given you benefits, so I naturally need you to repay me.
Didn't you come here to awaken the Divine King and Divine Queen? If that's the case, isn't your wish fulfilled by contributing to this matter?
The man was terrified. He did not expect Irukujia to target him. In his mind, even if he wanted sacrifices, he did not need the two of them. Couldn't he just go outside and catch two? Wouldn't the two of them be more useful to him?
Irukuga seemed to have seen through his thoughts. He revealed a gentle smile and said, "Indeed, you should be more useful, but my divinity tells me that time is running out, so I have no choice but to let you contribute first."
He turned to the side and made a gesture of invitation. The two of them found themselves walking uncontrollably to the front of the altar.
They looked at themselves in despair as they picked up the sacrificial knife on the pottery plate and cut open their own chests. Then, they gently took out their beating hearts and placed them on the pottery plate. At this moment, their expressions were pious and holy. Their white robes fluttered in the wind, and drops of blood were like bright red flower petals. A beautiful song rang out in the surroundings, causing this process to not appear bloody and cruel. Instead, it gave off a magnificent and holy feeling of ritual.
Irukujia looked up with rapt attention. As the two hearts gradually emitted light, complicated golden lines appeared on the two square stones.
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