It's very quiet here. Even if this powerful atmosphere of vicissitudes of life suddenly comes at this moment, it is still peaceful.
There was no wind, no howling vibration. This was in sharp contrast to Chu Cheng's mood at the moment.
The reality is unclear and the facts are different.
What Chu Cheng wanted was to see the reunion of old friends who had been separated for many years. In these troubled times, it is also a blessing.
A powerful aura is flowing. But Chu Cheng still didn't move.
Because this powerful breath is the breath of death. Full of a strong sense of decay.
This is the breath of the dead. This dead man was an extremely powerful man when he was alive. A stronger man than Chu Cheng.
This air of death is covered with vicissitudes of life. It's at least a million years old, maybe even longer.
This death energy has been brewing for a long time. When the altar was opened, a vent was found, and the explosion came.
This is just Qi. Even if it is coming in force, it is already dead. No matter how violent it is, it cannot make waves in this world.
There were no waves, just billowing black mist. There seems to be endless night and endless danger.
Chu Cheng still did not resist this shocking death aura, even though his heart was extremely shocked.
On the other side, in the world shrouded in black mist. Perhaps he is like Chu Cheng, looking up into the distance. But he couldn't see the figure on the other side.
"master?"
At this moment, two voices sounded from behind at the same time.
The man surnamed Zhao and the old man felt this earth-shattering momentum, and their expressions suddenly changed. They thought Chu Cheng had suffered a crisis and rushed over immediately.
Chu Cheng narrowed his eyes slightly and said: "The existence of this aura is extremely powerful... Maybe the three of us working together may not be its opponent."
"It's just that this person has died here. Although his aura is powerful, it is just a death aura." Chu Cheng shook his head again, feeling extremely uneasy.
This is a place of divine heritage, with his old friends.
Although I don’t know why a powerful figure fell here, why he fell, and when he came here. But we finally got here.
When you reach the Xuan Realm, you are truly immortal. No worries about Shouyuan. Only external force can kill it.
This external force that leads to death is a disaster that a strong person in the Xuan Realm cannot resist.
This is death!
This death disaster originated from this place. Chu Cheng didn't know whether it was the fatal secret buried in the sculpture of the Suzaku Saint Ancestor or some other force.
If it is the former, then those people in the land of divine relics will not be in danger of their lives. If it is the latter, it will definitely be lifeless.
Even such beings were killed by this external disaster, let alone those who were worthy of cultivation.
However, a hundred years have passed, and even Zhu Nuan, who is the most talented among them, may not be able to condense the Nascent Soul. After all, when Chu Chengchu came here, his state was just foundation building.
Although he can instantly condense the golden elixir with just a thought, he still knows nothing about the path to the Nascent Soul. All that is left is the foundation building technique.
This follow-up path needs to be explored by themselves.
A hundred years is too short for them to embark on the path of Nascent Soul. However, a powerful figure from the Mysterious Realm appeared here.
The death of Da Neng will definitely shake the world. No one can escape this catastrophe.
"Where did this powerful man... come from?" Chu Cheng took a deep breath.
His heart trembled slightly. Once you are a teacher, you will be a teacher forever. Although they only got along for a short time, he was the master of the gods. These people are all his students.
The light here is only a few dozen miles away from the darkness ahead.
It was just a step, but Chu Cheng seemed to have no strength left.
The man surnamed Zhao and the old man heard heavy breathing again, and clearly felt that the person in front of them was in an extremely uneasy mood at the moment.
This is not once or twice, but several times.
The two of them were wondering why this place disturbed their master's mind and why he kept losing his mind.
Their eyes crossed the figure in front and fell on the layer of darkness.
The source of their master's confusion came from there.
There is a fallen power there. Is this source the same great power?
So, what is the connection between this great power and its master?
When they withdrew their sight, they saw a white shadow passing by in a trance.
Chu Cheng finally raised his feet and stepped into the black mist.
When he came here, he felt the fall of this great power, and finally wanted to explore whether this was the annihilation of the Shenyi clan.
The smell of decay became more intense as Chu Cheng entered. But it didn't fluctuate as much as imagined.
This is the energy of death, even though it has been buried. But it is all on the surface, but internally, it will not be completely depressed in the end.
But when Chu Cheng walked into this central area, he did not feel the final surge.
"Why...this death energy makes me feel like it has been buried for at least tens of millions of years?"
There are two types of death energy, calm and turbulent.
The former dies with no regrets, so there is no injustice. The latter is filled with unwillingness and resentment. This is being beheaded. Therefore, it acts as a violent spirit.
But there is no...
Feeling this aura, Chu Cheng frowned slightly and quickened his pace, trying to rush out of the black mist as quickly as possible.
When he walked out, what he saw was dazzling. The sky and the earth are all burning with billowing fireworks.
These fireworks have no warmth, as if they are a reflection of the past.
High in the sky, the sea of thunder was boundless, as if a great disaster was brewing.
This rolling thunder is enough to drive away all the haze in the world. But it couldn't blow away this rotten air.
This rot is getting thicker and thicker. There is a high mountain ahead, towering into the sky over a million feet.
This decadent air came from deep inside this mountain.
"When... will the mountain appear?" Chu Cheng looked at the mountain, and his doubts became more intense.
A hundred years ago, Chu Cheng had never seen this million-foot mountain towering into the clouds.
Such large mountains are extremely rare even in the vast expanse of sky. They can already penetrate the stars.
It's just that there are no stars here, only the seemingly endless sky. The mountain peaks have not penetrated the clouds and are buried in the sea of thunder.
Although Lei Hai was furious, this high mountain stood still, and even the sand and stones did not crack and fall.
"Master...this is not Thunder!"
The man surnamed Zhao and the old man came behind Chu Cheng. They looked up to the sky. It was not until a long time later that they spoke.
Chu Cheng nodded. His True Way of Thunder has reached a small level of success, and it is only a matter of time before it reaches Dacheng. If that was really Lei Hai, he would naturally feel it.
The silver horizontal lines kept retracing themselves in the sky, tearing apart the sky. What if it wasn't thunder?
Chu Cheng no longer hesitated, and his body slowly floated upwards. Regardless of whether this mountain exists or not, he only knows that climbing over this mountain is the divine heritage.
The flames soared into the sky, instantly tearing open the void. In just an instant, Chu Cheng was aligned with the mountain peak.
When he reached high altitude, he was also trapped in the rolling sea of thunder.
But at this moment, Chu Cheng's pupils shrank sharply.
This is not a high mountain, nor is the sea of thunder surrounding it.
Instead, he was a huge giant with a head full of silver hair.
