A simple bronze gate stands at the end of the tunnel.
The vicissitudes of time have caused patina to cover every corner of the door.
The patterns of the mythical beast Zoyu carved on the gate add layers of loneliness over time.
Standing in front of the gate, Zhao Wujiang felt his soul stirring for no reason, as if it was about to burn.
"Brother... this is the mythical beast Zoyu, with the totem of the Yu clan." The little white wolf paw pressed on one of the patterns of the mythical beast Zoyu:
"There is a depression here. I pressed it and felt something absorbing some of my breath, but no matter how long it took, the door did not respond.
So I speculate that this bronze door requires the blood aura of the Yu family to open.
And in my memory, the only aura that is similar to the Yu family's bloodline is the aura of you, big brother.
In addition to this tunnel, I have dug into the ground to explore on the east side of the connection between the Xiongshan Mountains and found some sacrificial bronze vessels there, so I concluded that this place should be an ancient tomb.
And this bronze gate may be an exit from the ancient tomb. "
Zhao Wujiang nodded, Xiaobai has always been spiritual and intelligent. Over the past year or so, Xiaobai has grown extremely rapidly, not only in cultivation, but in almost all aspects.
Even though people still feel a little awkward when speaking human words, their logical consciousness is still quite clear.
Xiaobai stepped aside and let Zhao Wujiang try.
Zhao Wujiang's big hand gently placed on the picture of the mythical beast Zouyu that Xiaobai had pressed before. Sure enough, there was a dent.
As soon as he put his hand on it, he could feel a strong suction force, which seemed to be sucking something out of his body.
He felt carefully that it was not cultivation, not spiritual energy, not demonic energy, but the breath of a divine soul.
After three breaths.
There was suddenly a flowing wind beside the bronze gate.
The pattern of the mythical beast Zou Yu on the gate moved, and then all the Zou Yu ran in circles around the depression where Zhao Wujiang was pressing.
"Bang bang bang..."
With the depression as the center, long square columns the size of a baby's fist are constantly expanding and contracting.
It seems that the bronze gate itself is made up of square bronze columns.
"Buzz..."
A ripple of green light like a firefly rippled in the center of the door. From the center, the bronze door seemed to be disintegrated by something, revealing the scene inside the ancient tomb.
The red light shone on the faces of Zhao Wujiang and Xiaobai.
One person and one wolf stepped into the bronze door.
"Brother...you really...are a descendant of the Yu family..." The little white wolf's eyes widened. Although it had guessed that it was possible, it was still a little shocked to be confirmed in person.
In its daily discussions with other mountain kings, it learned that in the ancient times, the Yu clan suffered disasters and suffered numerous casualties.
Thousands of years have passed, and the world has gone through a lot of changes. No one with the Yu family can be found in the world.
But it didn't expect that it was Zhao Wujiang.
Zhao Wujiang's eyes were deep and he nodded.
He didn't want to believe it, but it seemed like it was true.
After one person and one wolf stepped into the bronze door.
The door shrank again like ripples, then returned to its original state.
In front of you is the world behind the gate.
Zhao Wujiang couldn't see the slightest bit of the ancient tomb.
The red light is the magma flowing in the distance.
According to this height, it shouldn't be magma. Moreover, this is the secret realm of Daolian. Where does the magma come from on the lotus petals?
Soon, Zhao Wujiang discovered that he had fallen into a misunderstanding.
The secret realm is a world of its own, and nothing is surprising.
The place where he and Xiao Bai were now was like a square platform, with green-gray stone pillars hanging toward the sky on both sides.
The sky is not yellow mud, but a starry sky, and stars are twinkling.
There is a painting carved on the stone pillar.
Zhao Wujiang walked along and saw pictures of flowers, birds, insects and fish, pictures of ancestors working, pictures of sacrifices and prayers, and various pictures of monsters and beasts that he could not recognize.
At the front end of this stone pillar square is an iron cable bridge that rests on the magma.
The cable bridge winds and stretches toward the end of the line of sight, shrouded in the dark red light of the magma.
