The biting wind kept blowing on Yang Jian's body.
But Yang Jian couldn't hear the slightest news.
This Buzhou Mountain seems to be a world that has lost its voice.
Only the dragon's roar in the distance can still echo in this world.
Buzhou Mountain, there is no night here.
Because here there is a mixture of day and night.
The Guangming Palace is in the middle of the day.
And Yinglong in the distance was hidden in the dark clouds of the night. Even after eternity, the dragon's roar still shook the heaven and earth.
When Yang Jian arrived in front of the Guangming Palace, he didn't know how much time had passed.
The palace in front of you is magnificent, and the gate alone is hundreds of feet high.
Even though the gate has been damaged, the walls are mottled, and the reliefs on them have fallen off and become outdated.
Yang Jian was still deeply shocked.
Guangming Palace, the palace of Zhu Rong, the Ancient Southern Emperor of Heaven and Fire God.
So is there anything else here now?
What a grand occasion it would have been like in the ancient times when the Guangming Palace was intact.
Yang Jian looked back, standing here he could see the northwest sea.
Under the vast northwest sea, there may be a palace where the water god Gonggong lived in ancient times.
but now……
"here……"
Yang Jian frowned.
Standing in front of the shrine gate, he could almost feel the existence of the black energy.
There were constant murmurs in the ears, and there were even countless wails and screams.
That is the sound made by people when they are in the most painful time, which comes from the extreme pain of the body.
That voice was not Yang Jian's hallucination, but real.
There must be something here.
"hiss……"
Yang Jian licked his lips subconsciously.
With murderous intent, a three-pointed two-edged sword appeared in Yang Jian's hand.
But even though the three-pointed two-edged sword killed countless demons, it was still unable to dispel the black energy that came from nowhere.
Yang Jian stepped forward.
His steps were slow.
His eyes scanned the surroundings.
It's spacious here, but it doesn't look cluttered.
The surrounding walls and columns are covered with exquisite reliefs.
Most of the patterns on them are mottled or damaged.
Many of the walls and columns are cracked.
However, when Yang Jian went deeper and deeper.
The screams, wails and murmurs in my ears became more frequent and closer.
It was as if someone really died beside Yang Jian, someone really suffered great pain beside Yang Jian, and someone really spoke quietly in Yang Jian's ear.
Even though he couldn't figure out the location of the dead person, he couldn't determine the location of the suffering person, and he couldn't even understand what the ravings were saying.
But now he has at least one thing clear...
The myths and legends that have been handed down since ancient times seem to be...
seem……
It's not that simple.
What happened in Buzhou Mountain that year.
Is it just that the God of Fire Zhurong and the God of Water Gonggong were incompatible and had a fight, and then the defeated Gonggong transformed into an iron-headed boy and smashed Buzhou Mountain with his head?
Is it just because of the collapse of Buzhou Mountain that a big hole appeared in the sky, and Nuwa transformed into a man to patch the sky?
Is it really that simple?
Maybe this is just a version that has been passed down and wanted to be known to the world.
If it's really that simple.
So why did the system emphasize that the secret of the conflict between the two gods was hidden in Buzhou Mountain?
What is this secret?
Yang Jian moved forward while screaming in agony.
Moving forward in the wail of pain.
Keep your mind stable amidst the gibbering coming from another world.
He moved on.
"Da da da……"
Suddenly, a series of sounds came from the front.
Several black shadows ran past the front.
The sound just now was the sound of their soles hitting the ground.
Yang Jian stepped forward and chased after him directly.
He's very fast.
But when I turned a corridor, there was nothing in front of me.
There is only endless darkness in the Palace of Light.
Yes……
The darkness within the Palace of Light.
Darkness is approaching at this moment.
The light in front was swallowed up step by step and quickly enveloped Yang Jian.
Along with...
besides……
…
There is another figure also in the darkness.
Following that person's footsteps, the darkness gradually enveloped him.
Yang Jian glanced behind him subconsciously.
The light behind him has long since disappeared, and there is also another person who is also taking steps, followed by extremely dark darkness.
Two people……
Two people walking in the dark.
There was no light at all, and Yang Jian could only see the outlines of the two people.
And can't see their appearance.
"who?"
Yang Jian spoke.
But when he opened his mouth, he realized that the words he said made no sound at all.
The next moment, darkness enveloped Yang Jian.
"Dong dong..."
"Dong dong..."
"Dong dong..."
…
"puff!"
The three-pointed, two-edged knife cuts through the things in front of you in the darkness.
Yang Jian, covered in blood, stepped out of the darkness.
The surrounding darkness receded.
Yang Jian was covered in blood, and the blood was dripping down the hem of his clothes.
There were drops of blood on the blood-covered hair.
At this moment, his face looked ferocious.
Looking around, the darkness around him receded.
But the screams, wails and murmurs still existed.
And the appearance of the Guangming Palace in front of me also changed.
The grandeur remains.
But the originally empty palace was filled with blood, debris, and filth.
It seems like there was a massacre just yesterday.
This place seems to be the same as it was aeons ago.
This is what the Guangming Palace looks like now, and it was just an illusion that Yang Jian stepped into.
Is it an illusion?
Yang Jian doesn't know...
Let’s call it that.
Just in his dark place.
It's warm and humid there, and you can hear...the heartbeat...
What is it?
Yang Jian doesn't know.
Just using the three-pointed two-edged knife in his hand, he cut through all the obstacles in front of him.
As he cut through it all, he heard the most horrifying scream he had ever heard in his life.
Yang Jian's face was stern.
He looked around and then moved forward quickly.
He felt that there was definitely something ahead.
Absolutely...
His steps were fast, holding a three-pointed two-edged knife, and walked forward quickly.
I no longer paid attention to the screams, moans and murmurs.
until.
"boom!"
With a muffled sound, Yang Jian pushed open a heavy stone door and saw what was inside.
"hiss……"
Yang Jian took a breath of cold air.
An extremely hot wind blew towards Yang Jian's face.
In an instant, all the blood on his body was dried.
Behind the stone gate, flames billowed.
All the coldness, all the darkness, all the screams, wails, and murmurs all disappeared at this moment.
This appears to be a hall.
In the middle of this hall.
Standing upright was a skeleton more than three feet tall.
The original appearance of the skeleton is no longer identifiable.
But stand upright in this flame.
And this flame is hotter than the true fire of Samadhi.
The skeleton held a large gun in his hand.
The flames lingering on the big spear were the purest true fire of samadhi.
Even though the owner of this big gun has long been turned into an indistinguishable skeleton, Yang Jian can still feel the high-spirited fighting spirit, the courage to move forward, and the tragic and unwillingness before death!
Are these...the bones of an ancient god?
