"Doumu!" Situ Haoran frowned, "Who is that? Why have I never heard of it?"
In this world, only the legends of the Heavenly Star Lords are spread. In their mythology, Emperor Ziwei is the pioneer of heaven and earth and the first god.
And many Xingjun are the auxiliary gods who assist Ziwei in managing the world. In this world, there is no Sanqing, no Taiyi, and even no concept of heaven. Naturally, there is no record of Doumu Yuanjun, the Taoist god.
Seeing that everyone was looking at him, Tang Yuan also shook his head and said: "I know very little about it. I have only heard of this name here. I went out to search ancient books and found nothing."
"Could this person be the culprit who destroyed this palace?" Zhou Lingxing frowned.
Tang Yuan said with a solemn expression: "This is most likely the case. The last time I came here, I only came here and did not have the opportunity to go in depth."
Situ Haoran frowned and said, "Is there still a crisis after entering this palace?"
Tang Yuan's thoughts were wandering, and he said calmly: "The real crisis starts from now on. The previous levels were just simple screening."
"The last time I came here, I only wandered around the outermost hall for a long time and did not go deep. This place has been affected by the aftermath of the powerful battle. It is full of dangers and dangers at every step. If you don't be extremely vigilant, you may not be able to protect your whole body. "
"What's the danger here?" Situ Haoran asked.
"The Ziwei star fell, and all the stars fell together. An unimaginable horrific disaster happened here. If we enter this place without permission, we will probably be trapped in the memory of this place."
"I accidentally entered the battlefield between two star kings last time. In the end, I tried all means to escape, but I was unable to explore further."
"Is that why you caused such a big fuss just to find some ghosts who will explore the way for you?"
Tang Yuan turned around and glanced at Ji Chen who was speaking, and wrote lightly: "When have I ever threatened you?"
Ji Chen, on the other hand, suffered a breakdown due to repeated life and death crises.
In particular, other geniuses such as Zhao Zicheng have grown up and are almost able to stand alone, but he needs Situ Haoran's repeated rescues to survive, and his mentality is even more unbalanced.
A magnificent fire that was colored like glass suddenly enveloped his whole body and devoured him, and an extremely miserable sound came out.
"You... how dare you, I... I am the... direct descendant of the Ji family..." Even after suffering such a cruel torture, Ji Chen still spoke harshly.
Tang Yuan intended to torture, but the fire was not fatal. After dozens of breaths, Situ Haoran extinguished the flames with weak water, then sighed and said: "Ji Chen is so presumptuous that he dares to be disrespectful to the great monk. I wonder if you will be satisfied with such a small punishment but a big punishment. After all, he is the legitimate son of a giant clan, but I have to take care of him. I hope you will forgive me."
Tang Yuanfeng smiled lightly, "I think he doesn't care about this kindness from fellow Taoist. Instead, he hates you as well."
"But it doesn't matter. After I go out, I will slaughter the Ji family of Nao Shizi. I think it will relieve my brother's worries."
Tang Yuan's tone was calm, as if he was joking, but combined with what he had done before and the chill in his calm tone, it was very convincing.
Especially Ji Chen, he suddenly woke up, and his heart felt as if he had been chilled by eternal ice.
Not paying much attention to this incident, everyone continued to move forward.
After walking for almost half a cup of tea, no one encountered any accidents. Just as they were about to walk out of the living room, the poor man asked sinisterly: "I don't know where you encountered the accident. Can you tell me more about it?" Let’s talk about their strength.”
Tang Yuan seemed to be thinking about it, and said thoughtfully: "I don't know what mechanism was triggered, but I encountered a crisis before entering the living room."
"As for strength..." Tang Yuan replied calmly, "Although they are all Star Lord legends, what is left here may be just an image or even an obsession. No matter how strong they are, there is a limit."
"In my estimation, it was just the realm of Three Walls, but at that time, my strength was extremely limited, so I missed it."
Situ Haoran pondered: "If Taoist fellow Taoist encounters only ordinary Star Lords with three levels, what about the Five Dou Nine Luminous Star Lords?"
"How strong will the Lord of the Four Spirits, the Lord of Ziwei Star, and even the god who destroyed this place be?"
Because in fact, there are no real Star Lord stories spread in this world, and the practitioners don’t know what the real Star Lord is like.
However, according to what Tang Yuan said, there is a high probability that he will encounter only sixth- and seventh-level Star Lords. With just a simple guess, he can know that the existence of those far above them will definitely be much stronger.
Among the three old ghosts from Daqiong, the leading one said: "If it's just a projection, as long as we report to the group and be careful, there shouldn't be much of a problem."
But these words don't sound so confident.
But no matter how dangerous the front is, it is difficult for the cultivators who have arrived here to retreat. Facing the legacy of Emperor Ziwei, no one can resist being moved.
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Even though the cultivators have adapted to this place through strange transformations, the living room is still ridiculously large.
Because they didn't dare to fly across at will, everyone was still in the living room after walking for half an hour.
"Every table and chair here is actually made of Tian Teng wood!" A low exclamation suddenly sounded, attracting the attention of the cultivators.
The man knew something was wrong, so he quickly covered his mouth to lower his voice and said in a low voice: "I wasn't sure at first, but this one in front of me..." He pointed to the Taishi chair in front of him, "I'm sure that this chair , the whole body is made of Tian Teng wood."
Tian Teng Wood is the most superior cultivation material for wood-attributed star masters. Previously, it was only circulated in the dark market for the size of a palm, which caused several Sanyuan monks to fight for it, causing a stir. The bloody storm.
But there are more than hundreds of tables and chairs in the living room alone. How many days of wood are there!
Zhao Zicheng's eyes tightened and he said: "Don't forget the true size of this palace. If these tables and chairs are the same size as what I saw outside..."
Hearing this, the cultivators couldn't help but take a deep breath.
Such a handwriting is simply terrifying.
A four-spirit monk from Qinglong Star, with his eyes straightened, murmured: "I'll just take a little, just take a little..."
"Don't act rashly!" Situ Haoran reminded in a low voice.
Although they haven't encountered any accidents yet, the faint momentum coming from this place has made people breathless. Any move at this time may cause a chain reaction like an avalanche.
But his reminder was already too late. The man seemed to be possessed and lost his mind. He went straight to touch a chair.
In an instant, the heaven and earth changed, and all the cultivators felt that the world was spinning, and everything in front of them was growing crazily.
The hall in front of me has disappeared. When I look up at the chairs, I can only see a few giant pillars that look like trees supporting the sky.
The cultivators raised their eyes, just like looking up at the starry sky at night and feeling the millions of years of history of the stars. They only felt that they were extremely small!
The stars are eternal, but I can only live for more than a thousand years at most. In the long river of time, I will not even be considered a splash.
This is the gap between man and God!
