The stairs were dark and sloping downward, leading nowhere.
It is not very wide, about two meters, with darkness on both sides and empty space below, like a bottomless abyss.
It's a bit eerie here. There is no wind blowing in, but people can feel the cold air getting into the bones, and a chill can't help but arise.
Jun Wuxie had the True Pupil of Yuanshi, so she could see the road clearly under her feet, but she couldn't see clearly the dark abyss on both sides. She had no idea how deep it was down there.
The stairs are made of sapphire stone, stained with mottled bloodstains, which have long dried up after a long period of time.
It took them a long time to reach the end of the stairs.
In front of it is a huge stone wall, which cuts across the front. There is a stone door on the stone wall, which is open.
The stone door was covered with thick dust, but part of the dust had fallen off, and the dark red blood stains could be seen on it.
Apparently, the person who entered here first pushed open the stone door and shook the dust.
Passing through the stone gate, we came to a long corridor. On the stone walls on both sides at regular intervals, there was a long lamp burning, but the light was very weak, making the light in the passage very dim.
"The evil spirit here is so strong..."
Jun Wuxie looked deep into the corridor. Since the corridor was not straight, he could not see very far, but he saw the bones.
In front, there were decayed bones lying on the ground. Some of the bones had broken bones. They were not broken by being stepped on. The holes were clearly broken by violent force before death, and some were cut off by sharp weapons.
There were stains of blood solidifying around the bones.
Some bones can also be seen under the walls on both sides of the corridor. Sitting on the wall with his feet bent, you can see that he was struggling before death, and his hands were tightly grasping the rotten weapon that had pierced his chest.
"There was a brutal fighting here... no... I should say it was more like a massacre..."
Ling Qingyu inferred what happened that year based on the death posture of the bones here.
"The Palace of Ten Thousand Dharmas..."
Jun Wuxie stopped in front of the corpse, observed it carefully, and fell into deep thought.
Although these corpses have been dead for a long time and their bones have long been weathered, there is still a certain special atmosphere left in their bones.
This kind of aura was very weak, but he was still noticed by him who was practicing military will.
They continued to move along the deep corridor, and there were too many bones along the way.
These skeletons all have one thing in common, that is, there is a special aura left in the skeletons.
"If the Palace of Ten Thousand Laws is a force or organization, these dead skeletons are most likely people from the Palace of Ten Thousand Laws..."
Jun Wuxie made this analysis and guess based on what he saw along the way, because the aura inside the bones seemed to be the remnants of the same practice.
When Ling Qingyu in his arms heard this, his beautiful face showed some thoughts.
"Is it that force?"
Ling Qingyu seemed to have thought of something and said: "It is said that in a long time ago, there was an extremely mysterious force in the world - the Holy Land of Ten Thousand Dharmas! This Holy Land was a very special existence in the world of cultivation at that time. Very few of them walked in the world. , never recruit disciples from outside, but only invite those who are destined to practice. It is said that they have collected all kinds of dharma in the world, hoping to merge all dharma into one..."
"You mean, this Palace of Ten Thousand Dharmas could be the temple of the Holy Land of Ten Thousand Dharmas?"
Ling Qingyu was not very sure and said: "I only speculate that the Holy Land of Ten Thousand Laws later disappeared at the end of the Ancient Era, and there has been no news about them in the world since then. But according to legend, the Holy Land of Ten Thousand Laws is extremely powerful and unfathomable, and it should not fall. It’s only to this extent…”
"Nothing is impossible..." Jun Wuxie sighed and said: "Now it seems that it is really possible that this is the palace left behind by the Holy Land of Ten Thousand Dharmas you mentioned. There is no eternal inheritance in the world, and time is ruthless. The torrent of the world is cruel and dark, and the heavens have never been truly peaceful. Since ancient times, too many tyrannical sects have been annihilated in the years. No matter how bright they are, they are just a wave of the times in the long river of time. …”
"If this is really a palace left behind by the Holy Land of Ten Thousand Dharmas, combined with the clay statues we saw in the main hall and the inscriptions on the walls of the hall, this corridor may lead to their book collection..."
Ling Qingyu's voice was slightly trembling.
Jun Wuxie could feel that there seemed to be some kind of forcibly restrained excitement in her mood.
"Lanlan, let's go!"
Jun Wuxie naturally knew what this meant.
The Holy Land of Ten Thousand Dharmas once claimed that it wanted to integrate all Dharmas into one furnace and collected too many cultivation methods in the world.
It can be said that the Holy Land of Ten Thousand Dharmas is simply a profound collection of scriptures!
If the Dharma they collected back then is still there, it will be a valuable asset.
By understanding different methods, practitioners can broaden their horizons and enhance their understanding of the methods of practice.
The laws and techniques that Jun Wuxie practiced were all peerless and of very high grade.
He has a being like Ye Qingxue to impart cultivation experience, and he can also ask the ancestors for cultivation experience, but their cultivation experience is too advanced.
That kind of profound insight can make him quickly enter the threshold of Dharma and secret techniques at the beginning, but the next road will be difficult to follow.
Over the years, he has been groping on his own to understand the Red Dust Sword Art and Military Intent. Although he has cultivated to the semi-saint realm and seems to be making rapid progress, in fact he has been stuck at this bottleneck for a long time and it is difficult to make any further progress.
Since his own realm has not yet reached the semi-saint realm, he has not thought about the issues of practice and secret skills, but this is always a key point that must be solved.
If he reaches the Semi-Saint Realm in the future and his understanding of the Dharma and Secret Techniques remains stagnant, it will consume a lot of time and energy to realize it. However, without the solid foundation of his predecessors, the time required may be unbearable.
In short, you can't just rely on the experience of the emperor-level experts to gain insights. You also need different insights from practitioners in other realms, which may have a miraculous effect on understanding the military will.
Finally, the corridor reached the end, and there was a stone door in front of it. There were more than a dozen skeletons lying there, and the floor was covered with dried blood.
Lanlan jumped over the skeleton, passed through the stone door, and entered a wide and magnificent hall.
In the middle of the main hall, there is a low round stone platform. On the stone platform there is a standing skeleton, holding a sword covered with metal rust, the tip of the sword inserted into the stone platform.
The skeleton just stood proudly, the head was slightly drooped, the sternum was covered with cracks, and the hand bones, leg bones, and skull were all covered with cracks.
His fatal injury was the penetrating wound on his skull, which shattered the entire bone in his eye socket and penetrated all the way through the back of his skull.
In front of the standing skeleton were two skeletons with severely deformed heads. They fell in front of them, with their skulls broken and their eyebrows pierced, showing obvious sword wounds.
"The other skeletons have weathered over time, but how can these two remain as crystal clear as jade?"
Ling Qingyu's eyes rested on the fallen skeleton on the stone platform. The bones were glowing with a faint luster, like jade.
She couldn't understand it. Judging from the situation at the scene, they should have perished together with the standing skeleton holding a sword, which meant that their strength during life was not as good as the standing skeleton owner, at most, they were in the same league, otherwise they would not all have died. Here it is.
However, the remains of the owner of the bones could not withstand the erosion of time. How could the enemy who perished with him resist?
"I see……"
Jun Wuxie sighed, jumped up from Lan Lan's back, landed on the stone platform, squatted down and touched the two crystal skeletons with his fingers.
He noticed a very light and not unfamiliar breath inside the crystal bones, and his suspicion was confirmed.
"Senior, you are quite extraordinary..."
He stood up and looked at the skeleton that could not stand. This man who stood with a sword and stood eternity even if he turned into withered bones, must have been such a proud existence back then.
He was very moved and lamented that being able to kill two powerful dark spirits alone, even though they died together in the end, was definitely very impressive.
These two dark spirit masters dared to attack the core of the Holy Land of Ten Thousand Laws like this, which shows that their realm must be very high and they are definitely not ordinary dark universe practitioners.
One-on-one, fighting to the death of two powerful men from the dark universe, this is an achievement that can be proud of forever!
Jun Wuxie admired such a person.
He bowed to the standing skeleton.
At this moment, the rotten sword in the hand of the skeleton trembled slightly, making a slight clanking sound.
The mottled rust on the war sword fell off in pieces, but the shiny sword body was not exposed. There was still decayed metal under the rust.
Jun Wuxie was a little surprised, staring closely at the sword.
"Yuanfeng..."
A voice like weeping blood came from the decaying sword, filled with sobs and sadness, as well as deep reluctance and sadness...
Jun Wuxie was startled!
It turned out to be a woman's voice.
Only then did he realize that he had overlooked something.
That is the proud skeleton in front of me. She is not tall, and her bones are very slender and slender. She is obviously the skeleton of a woman!
"Yuanfeng...you are here..."
The war sword was clanging, and even the sound of the sword had a deep sense of sadness.
The female voice inside was even more heart-stopping.
At the same time, he was also shocked. Such a sound suddenly sounded from the sword, with such strong emotions. Could it be a ray of obsession left by the owner of this skeleton?
Who is she talking to?
Just when he was doubting, wisps of light and smoke overflowed from the decayed sword, turning into a faint light and shadow of a woman.
She was wearing a light yellow dress. She was tall, with snow-white skin and black silk hair. She was very beautiful and had a heroic aura, but she also had the femininity of a woman.
These are two very contradictory temperaments. The coexistence of bravery and softness made him think of Ji Yinlan. Isn't she just like this?
"Yuanfeng..."
The woman came to Jun Wuxie and stretched out her slender and beautiful palms to touch his face.
Jun Wuxie stood there without moving.
He knew that the obsession left behind by this strong woman must be that she recognized the wrong person, but she didn't want to shatter her eternal dream, as that would be too cruel.
"Yuanfeng... We parted ways back then, but we were separated forever... Will you blame me? To separate from you in this way is because I failed to keep the oath we made. Over the years, I miss you so much and just want to See you again and say sorry to you personally, please forgive me..."
Jun Wuxie's lips trembled slightly. He didn't know if he should respond or if he should say "I never blamed you" for Yuanfeng, so that her obsession would no longer be trapped in the guilt she had woven. After being tortured, you can just let go and find rest.
He felt an indescribable throbbing in his heart. It seemed to beat slower than usual, but it was very heavy. Every beat made his chest roar, and at the same time there was a trace of inexplicable sadness.
