"I don't know." Qin Fan shook his head and said expressionlessly, "But I only know that the immortal you talk about can never do it."
The immortals in the mouth of ordinary monks, that is, the immortal cultivators in the Hedao realm, are called the true immortals of Hedao.
Above the Hedao realm, there is the Great Luo Jinxian in the Mahayana realm, and further up is the Immortal Emperor in the Tribulation Realm, which is what people call the Great Emperor.
Qin Fan once had emperor-level strength, but he asked himself that he could not do this.
Even the Great Emperor couldn't do it, how could Hedao True Immortal do it?
"In the ancient times, what kind of existence was born in that disappearing cultivation civilization? In the depths of Kunlun Mountain, the terrain of the Nine Dragons Gongzhu was moved!"
Through this terrain, Qin Fan could even imagine how glorious the lost cultivation civilization was!
"What kind of secrets is hidden in such a terrain? Is this the divine treasure they dug out?"
Qin Fan raised his head and looked at the mountain in front of him. The black stones were incompatible with the soil in this cave. They looked like a giant black dragon looking up at the sky. The dragon's head went straight into the sky, exuding an ancient and profound aura. There is a touch of sadness.
"I want to go up and have a look." Qin Fan said, without looking back at the three of them, he stepped onto the mountain.
When he stepped on those black stones, he felt as if he had walked into the long river of time and the buried cultivation civilization.
He didn't know how long the vanished cultivation civilization was from the current era. It might have been tens of thousands of years, or even hundreds of thousands of years, or several epochs...
However, the traces of that glorious cultivation civilization can no longer be hidden. One day, all the truth will be revealed to the world.
"Such a strong man is supposed to have lived as long as the world and the earth. It is impossible for him to disappear in the long river of time. Where have all the most powerful men gone?"
"People in the Beidou Star Region call the Earth Star the Ancestral Star. Did the practitioners back then go to the Beidou Star Region?"
However, Qin Fan soon shook his head and rejected the idea.
Although the practitioners in the Beidou Star Territory are much stronger than those in the Earth Star, in his eyes they still belong to the inferior ranks. They are by no means the inheritance left by the cultivation civilization that can be transferred to the terrain of Jiulong Gongzhu.
In other words, the inheritance of the Beidou Star Territory is simply not worthy of the glorious cultivation civilization of the Ancient Earth Star.
"Could it be the fairyland?"
Qin Fan was suddenly startled by his own thoughts, not to mention that this was really possible.
The inheritance of the Immortal Realm can be found in miniature on the earth and stars.
Could it be that due to some reasons, the spiritual energy of the earth and stars was exhausted, and those powerful practitioners opened up a new universe, and this universe was the Immortal Realm.
When Qin Fan took the Nuwa Stone back to the Earth Star, he had confirmed the evil spirit's suspicion that the Immortal Realm did not belong to this universe.
To carve out a universe alone, only an extremely prosperous cultivation civilization can do it by gathering the power of a group of powerful people.
The more he thought about Qin Fan, the more likely he felt that this was possible.
However, there was one thing Qin Fan couldn't understand. Why is it that after three thousand years in the Immortal Realm, only three years have passed in the Earth Star?
The speed of time in the Immortal Realm is a thousand times different from that of the Earth Star.
Many things are still unexplainable.
"It seems that only by returning to the Immortal Realm or finding the practitioners left behind by the ancient Earth Star's cultivation civilization can we understand the history buried in the long river of time."
Immortal Realm, once something happens here, we must find the entrance to the Immortal Realm immediately.
Qin Fan strode forward, speeding up a lot without encountering any obstacles along the way, and soon reached the top of the mountain.
At the top is a huge platform, which is empty, and nine mountains lead to this platform at the same time.
"Hey, where is Shenzang? Why is there nothing here?" The young man muttered. The three of them did not listen to Qin Fan's advice and followed him anyway.
Qin Fan was also a little confused. The terrain of Jiulong Gongzhu couldn't be empty.
Could it be that someone has already taken the lead?
Or, that artifact has become psychic and flew away on its own?
Qin Fan took a few steps forward and was suddenly bounced back by an invisible force.
"There is a barrier!"
"I can't even sense the barrier!"
An invisible wave rippled in this space, and a huge stone monument suddenly appeared on the originally empty platform.
The stone tablet is as black as ink and is ten feet high. It is simple and desolate, majestic and majestic, like a giant standing tall under the sky.
On the stone tablet, two large blood-colored characters appeared. They were very ancient characters, much older than the oracle bone inscriptions, and could not be read at all.
Those two large blood-colored characters appeared, and Qin Fan suddenly felt a sense of silence and desolation in the fall of the gods, as if something most important had passed away.
The desolate state of mind makes people have the illusion that they have no love in life, as if they are witnessing the idol they have worshiped all their lives, reaching the end of their lives, and the sadness comes to an end.
Thump thump!
When Qin Fan heard the voice, he woke up from his desolate state of mind. Looking back, he found that the three people were all kneeling on the ground, with stiff faces and empty eyes. It seemed that their souls were separated from their bodies and their vitality was rapidly draining away.
"wake up!"
Qin Fan gave a soft drink, which was like a drum in the evening and a bell in the morning, deafening and enlightening, directly transmitted into the minds of the three of them.
The three of them were shocked, and then they woke up and looked around in confusion.
"What happened just now?" The old man sat on the ground a little weakly, looking at Qin Fan in confusion.
"I felt like the most important thing in my life had passed away. At that moment, I didn't care about anything and just wanted to leave with it!" The old man recalled the feeling just now and said with lingering fear.
"Grandpa, me too. I almost thought I was going to die. I felt like my soul had left my body. I actually saw my body kneeling here..." The girl also shouted with a look of horror.
"It's too scary. Could it be the big bloody characters on the stone tablet?" The young man keenly discovered the problem.
"That's right, an accident happened just when we were looking at those two words." The girl said with certainty.
"What do these two words say?" The girl's eyes moved from the old man to Qin Fan's face.
"I don't know." The old man shook his head: "This kind of font has never appeared in the history of Earth Star."
"Don't look at those two words again." Qin Fan's voice suddenly sounded, and with a wave of his hand, a green light blocked the three people's sight.
The three of them were not stupid and understood immediately. The old man immediately saluted Qin Fan: "Thank you for your help! I didn't expect that I misjudged you. You should be a strong man above the Golden Core realm, right?"
"Golden elixir realm! How is it possible! Grandpa, are you wrong?" The girl looked unbelieving: "He is not even older than me!"
The old man smiled and shook his head: "I'm not wrong, maybe it's higher than the Golden Core Realm, but not lower."
"Ah..." The girl was even more shocked, looking at Qin Fan's big eyes moving around, not knowing what he was thinking.
Qin Fan ignored the three people and just stared at those two words seriously.
He felt like he had seen this font before, but he couldn't remember where he had seen it.
