The stairs were dark and slanted downwards. No one knew where they led to.
It was not very wide, only about two meters wide. Both sides were pitch black and the bottom was empty, like a bottomless abyss.
This place was a little gloomy. There was no wind blowing in, but it made people feel as if there was a gloomy and cold air drilling into their bones. They couldn't help but feel a chill.
Jun Wu Xie had the Primeval True Eyes, so he could see the path under his feet. However, he could not see the dark abyss on both sides. He had no idea how deep it was.
The stairs were made of green jade. There were mottled blood stains on them. After a long time, the blood had dried up.
After a long time, they finally reached the end of the stairs.
There was a huge stone wall in front of them. There was an open stone door on the wall.
The stone door was covered with a thick layer of dust. However, some of the dust had fallen off, revealing the dark red blood stains on it.
Apparently, someone had pushed the stone door open and shaken off the dust.
After passing through the stone door, they came to a long corridor. There was an everlasting lamp on both sides of the stone wall. However, the light was very weak, making the corridor very dark.
"The evil spirit here is very strong …"
Jun Wu Xie looked into the corridor. Because the corridor was not straight, he could not see very far. However, he could see skeletons.
In front of them, there were rotten skeletons lying on the ground. Some of the skeletons were broken. It was obvious that they were broken by someone when they were alive. Some of them were broken by sharp weapons.
There were dried blood stains around the skeletons.
Some skeletons could also be seen under the walls on both sides of the corridor. They were leaning against the wall with their legs bent. It was obvious that they were struggling before they died. Their hands were holding on to the rotten weapons that were pierced into their chests.
"A fierce battle once took place here … No … It should be said that it was more like a massacre …"
Ling Qingyu deduced what happened back then based on the positions of the skeletons.
"The Hall of Ten Thousand Spells …"
Jun Wu Xie stopped in front of the skeletons and observed carefully. He was deep in thought.
Although these skeletons had been dead for a long time and their bones had been weathered, there was still a special aura left in their bones.
This aura was very weak, but it was still detected by him who cultivated the Weapon Will.
They continued to walk along the dark corridor. There were too many skeletons along the way.
These skeletons all had one thing in common, which was that there was a special aura left in the skeletons.
"If the Ten Thousand Spell Hall is a power or organization, then these skeletons are most likely from the Ten Thousand Spell Hall …"
Jun Wu Xie made such an analysis and conjecture based on what he saw along the way, because the aura in the bones seemed to be left behind by the same cultivation method.
Ling Qingyu, who was in his arms, had a thoughtful look on her beautiful face.
"Could it be that force?"
Ling Qing Yu seemed to have thought of something and said, "Legend has it that a very long time ago, there was an extremely mysterious force in the world — — Ten Thousand Arts Holy Land! This holy land was a very special existence in the cultivation world at that time. Very few of them walked around the world, and they never recruited disciples from the outside. They only took in those who were fated to cultivate there. It is said that they have gathered all kinds of methods in the world, wanting to merge all methods into one … "
"You mean to say that this Ten Thousand Arts Palace might be the palace of the Ten Thousand Arts Holy Land?"
Ling Qingyu was not sure and said, "I am only speculating. The Ten Thousand Arts Holy Land later disappeared at the end of the Ancient Chaos era, and there was no more news of them in the world. But according to legend, the Ten Thousand Arts Holy Land is extremely powerful and unfathomable. They should not have fallen to such a state … "
"Nothing is impossible …" Jun Wu Xie sighed and said, "Now it seems that this might really be the palace left behind by the Ten Thousand Arts Holy Land. There is no eternal inheritance in the world. Time is ruthless, and the torrents of the great world are cruel and dark. The heavens have never been truly peaceful. Since ancient times, there have been too many tyrannical sects that have been annihilated in the passage of time. No matter how brilliant they are, in the long river of time, they are just the waves of an era … "
"If this is really the palace left behind by the Ten Thousand Arts Holy Land, combined with the clay statues we saw in the main hall and the carvings on the walls, this long corridor may lead to their library …"
Ling Qingyu's voice was slightly trembling.
Jun Wu Xie could feel that she seemed to be forcibly restraining her excitement.
"Lanlan, let's go!"
Jun Wu Xie naturally knew what this meant.
The Ten Thousand Arts Holy Land once claimed that it wanted to integrate all methods into one furnace, and had collected too many cultivation methods in the world.
It could be said that the Ten Thousand Arts Holy Land was simply a profound collection of scriptures!
If the Law Capital that they had collected back then was still there, it would be a precious treasure.
Through understanding different methods, it could broaden the horizons of cultivators and improve their understanding of cultivation methods.
Jun Wu Xie's cultivation methods and techniques were all peerless and of very high grades.
He had Ye Qingxue's cultivation experience, and he could also ask the ancestors for their cultivation experience, but their cultivation experience was too profound.
That kind of profound understanding could allow him to quickly step into the threshold of cultivation methods and secret techniques in the beginning, but the road after that would be very difficult to walk.
Over the years, he had been fumbling around on his own. Although he had cultivated the Secular Sword Technique and Soldier Intent to the Sage-to-be Realm and seemed to be making rapid progress, in fact, he had been stuck at this bottleneck for a long time, and it was difficult for him to make further progress.
Because he had not reached the Sage-to-be Realm, he did not think about the problem of cultivation methods and secret techniques, but it was still a key point that had to be solved.
If he reached the Sage-to-be Realm in the future, but his understanding of cultivation methods and secret techniques was still stagnant, he would have to spend a lot of time and energy to understand them. But without the solid foundation of predecessors, the time needed might be unbearable.
In short, he could not only rely on the understanding of Emperor-level experts, but also on the different realms of cultivators in different realms, which might have a miraculous effect on his understanding of Soldier Intent.
Finally, he came to the end of the corridor, and there was a stone door in front of him. More than a dozen skeletons were lying there, and the ground was covered with dried blood.
Lanlan leaped over the skeletons, passed through the stone door, and entered a spacious and magnificent hall.
In the middle of the hall, there was a round stone platform, which was not very high. On the stone platform, there was a skeleton in a standing posture, holding a battle sword covered with metal rust, and the tip of the sword was inserted into the stone platform.
The skeleton stood proudly, with its head slightly lowered. Its sternum was full of cracks, and so were its hands, legs, and skull.
The fatal wound was the one on its head, which had shattered the bones in its eye socket, and went all the way to the back of its head.
In front of the standing skeleton, there were two skeletons with severely deformed skulls, and their eyebrows were pierced. It was an obvious sword wound.
"The other skeletons have been weathered by time, but how can these two still be as clear as jade?"
Ling Qingyu's eyes were fixed on the skeletons on the stone platform. The bones were glowing faintly, as if they were made of jade.
She couldn't understand. Judging from the situation at the scene, they should have perished together with the skeleton holding the battle sword. This meant that their strength when they were alive was not as strong as the owner of the skeleton. At most, they were on par with each other. Otherwise, they wouldn't have died here.
However, if the owner of the skeleton could not withstand the erosion of time, how could the enemies who perished together with him withstand it?
"I see …"
Jun Wu Xie sighed and jumped up from Lanlan's back. He landed on the stone platform, squatted down, and touched the two sparkling skeletons with his fingers.
He sensed a very faint but not unfamiliar aura from the sparkling skeletons, and his guess was confirmed.
"Senior, you are really something …"
He got up and looked at the skeleton that could not stand. This person who stood with a sword, and even if he turned into a skeleton, he would still be standing. How proud was he in the past?
He sighed with emotion. To be able to kill two Dark Elf powerhouses, although they perished together in the end, it could be said that he was really something.
These two Dark Elf powerhouses dared to kill their way into the core of the Myriad Arts Holy Land. It was obvious that their realm was very high, and they were definitely not ordinary cultivators from the dark universe.
One against two, and two powerhouses from the dark universe died. This was a battle record that could be proud of for eternity!
Towards such a person, Jun Wu Xie was filled with admiration.
He bowed in respect to the skeleton that stood tall and upright.
At this moment, the decaying sword in the skeleton's hand trembled slightly and made a slight sound.
The mottled rust on the sword fell off, but it did not reveal the shiny sword body. Under the rust was still the decaying metal.
Jun Wu Xie was a little surprised and stared at the sword.
"Distant Wind …"
A voice that sounded like weeping blood came from the decaying sword. It was choked with sobs and sadness, as well as a deep reluctance and sadness …
Jun Wu Xie was startled!
That was a woman's voice.
It was only now that he realized that he had overlooked something.
That was the skeleton that stood proudly in front of him. She was not tall, and her bones were very slender and slender. It was obviously the skeleton of a woman!
"Distant Wind … You are here …"
The sword hummed, and even the humming sound of the sword had a deep sense of sadness.
The woman's voice made one's heart tremble.
At the same time, he was also very shocked. Such a voice suddenly sounded from the sword, and it carried such strong emotions. Could it be a trace of obsession left by the owner of this skeleton?
Who was she talking to?
Just as he was puzzled, the decaying sword overflowed with wisps of light and smoke, and turned into the faint shadow of a woman.
She was wearing a light yellow dress. She was tall, had snow-white skin, and black hair like ink. Her appearance was very beautiful, and she had a kind of heroic spirit, but she did not lack the gentleness of a woman.
These were two very contradictory temperaments, the coexistence of heroic spirit and gentleness. He could not help but think of Ji Inran. Wasn't she also like this?
"Distant Wind …"
The woman came in front of Jun Wu Xie and stretched out her slender and beautiful hand to caress his face.
Jun Wu Xie stood there without moving.
He knew that the obsession left by this female expert must have recognized the wrong person, but she did not want to shatter her eternal dream. That would be too cruel.
"Distant Wind … When we parted that year, we were separated forever … Will you blame me? To part with you in such a way, I did not keep the oath we made. These years, I have missed you very much. I only want to see you one more time, and personally say sorry to you. Please forgive me … "
Jun Wu Xie's lips trembled slightly. He did not know whether he should respond, whether he should say 'I have never blamed you' on behalf of that Distant Wind, so that her obsession would no longer be trapped in her own guilt and torment. She would be able to disperse and obtain peace.
He felt an indescribable throbbing in his heart. It seemed to be beating slower than usual, but it was very heavy. Every beat caused his chest to produce a rumbling sound, and at the same time, there was a trace of indescribable sadness.
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