Everyone walked slowly forward while looking at the mural.
Fengzhao looked at the murals on both sides. After the second half, the style gradually changed.
"The style and content of this mural seem to have become a little more sloppy?" Fengzhao asked.
Others nodded, and the content above was obviously not as exquisite as before.
The figures in the first half of the mural are exquisite. Even after so many years, they are still beautiful, as if they might come out of the mural at any time.
Even the eyebrows are so clearly visible.
Every move and even the expression of the characters is so lifelike.
But in the second half of this Shinto, the style of this mural suddenly changed.
Luo Yi stretched out his hands and gently touched the mural that had gone through a long time. He shook his head gently.
"It's not because of scrawling, but..."
Luo Yi paused, and then said one word.
"sad."
"Sad?" Hong Lian glanced at Luo Yi in surprise.
Luo Yi nodded.
"This ancestral land was not accomplished in a day. It already existed before the disaster in Lingzhou."
"The statues on both sides of the Shinto, if I remember correctly, are the ancestors of the Spirit Tribe who voluntarily sacrificed their souls and bodies before their death, and kept them on both sides of the Shinto with secret methods to protect the ancestral land of the Spirit Tribe forever."
Luo Yi's expression was a bit complicated, and he was also a bit emotional: "The person who painted this mural felt so painful when he finished painting it. Why did he scribble it? It was clearly a broken heart, and the sadness came from it."
Everyone was startled, and then their expressions became complicated, and at the same time they felt a little guilty.
The murals all over the walls tell the story of the pain of Lingzhou's disaster that year.
But they, the younger generation, only felt that it was sloppy.
Luo Yi continued to step forward, running his fingers across the mural, and the people in the mural gradually became blurry.
Luo Yi knew clearly that this was not a blur, but that people from the Spiritual Clan were beginning to slowly transform towards the Netherworld.
The colors of the characters on the mural began to become monotonous, from being colorful at the beginning to a single color of black and white.
And the body and face gradually began to blur.
This feeling of ambiguity becomes stronger the closer we go to the end of the Shinto.
Finally, the figures on the murals are no longer humanoid at all.
Like a ghost in the wind, especially the face, began to become blurred and distorted.
Everyone looked at the characters on the mural and felt extremely depressed.
Luo Yi looked far into the distance and said in a deep voice: "We are almost there."
Everyone was shocked, and they all raised their heads and looked forward.
After walking on this sacred path for so long, the environment has become bleak without even realizing it.
But in the distance, there was light coming out.
It's like a luminous door standing here.
Presumably, that is the exit of this divine way.
At the same time, it is also the deepest entrance to the ancestral land.
"Everyone, cheer up and don't relax."
Luo Yi warned, and then took the lead to walk towards the end.
Hong Lian was still following Luo Yi. For some reason, since the last separation, Hong Lian only felt that Zhen Liuli... was a little different when we met again this time.
Of course, Hong Lian is not talking about the changes in his realm. In the past, Zhen Liuli was indeed overpowered by Hong Lian.
But at the moment, Hong Lian can no longer see through his level of cultivation.
Other than that, Hong Lian only felt that there were some unspeakable changes in Zhen Liuli.
Hong Lian's beautiful eyes kept staring at Luo Yi's back, with a complicated expression and was speechless for a long time.
After a while, Luo Yi was already standing at the end.
He grasped the handle of the demon knife tightly, narrowed his eyes slightly, and took a step forward suddenly!
The light instantly enveloped Luo Yi, but dissipated in an instant.
What you see is a huge circular altar.
The altar was so big that it seemed as if a mountain peak had been flattened in the middle, and then placed in the middle.
And around the huge altar, there were nine tall statues standing around the altar.
These nine statues are taller than the two other statues outside the Shinto.
A look of shock flashed in Luo Yi's eyes.
After Luo Yi took that step, the others also stepped out one after another.
Seeing this spectacular scene with their own eyes, everyone stayed where they were.
The nine statues of gods, seven men and two women.
The face of the statue is not unfamiliar to everyone.
Previously, everyone saw these nine people on the murals on both sides of the Shinto.
It is the nine people who ascended to the sky!
In addition, there are three statues of gods here, but these three statues are not standing around the altar.
These three statues formed a tripod, surrounding the nine statues and the central altar.
It is worth mentioning that the statues of gods standing around the altar face the altar.
The remaining three statues face outwards and have their backs to the altar.
They look like three guardians.
"It looks like we've reached the end."
Luo Yi slowly released the handle of the demon knife.
The shock in everyone's eyes did not fade at all, but intensified.
"This...this is the ancestral land of our Spiritual Tribe..."
Some people murmured to themselves, and some even burst into tears.
What's more, at this moment, he actually knelt on his knees, hit his head on the ground, and cried loudly.
Luo Yi sighed.
The Baichen Demonic Eye appeared on Luo Yi's forehead. After Luo Yi carefully looked around, he nodded slowly.
"There is nothing strange here, and there must be no danger in this ancestral land."
"You can go and accept the inheritance."
As soon as these words came out, Chen Chen and others were stunned on the spot.
They were keenly aware of the word "you" in Luo Yi's mouth.
"Aren't you going?" Fengzhao, who looked like a young man, looked at Luo Yi with confusion on his face.
A hint of bitterness appeared on Luo Yi's face.
He smiled and shook his head, "There are only twelve statues here, which means that only twelve people who enter this place can accept the inheritance."
Luo Yi turned to look at everyone: "Except for me, there are exactly twelve of you."
Fengzhao and others looked condensed.
Some people were deep in thought, some people's eyes flickered, and some people frowned.
"No!" Honglian stood up immediately.
"Without you on this journey, we wouldn't be able to get here at all. Just talking about the divine way, we wouldn't be able to finish it."
"If we force our way in, let's not worry about whether we can get the inheritance. It's lucky for two of the twelve people to make it here alive."
Hong Lian shook his head resolutely and said: "No problem, I don't want this inheritance anymore, you go ahead."
Fengzhao also said: "I owe you one life. Now, it's probably two."
"Allow me to be shameless for once. I leave this inheritance to you. Just think of it as giving Zhen Liuli my life."
Chen Chen also looked at Luo Yi.
Although he was summoned by a god statue the first moment he entered this place, he had already sensed it.
The sword hanging from the waist of the statue is obviously very consistent with the ancient times.
But at this moment...
Chen He hesitated for a while, and finally inserted the wooden sword in his hand into the ground.
"Zhen Liuli, I give you this sword."
"The same is true for inheritance from ancestors."
