"No! It's not just the energy of the mirage." Ke Xiaoliang then made a new discovery.
With a stroke of his hand, the scenery in front of him moved quickly.
Hundreds of floating islands connected by iron chains appeared in front of Ke Xiaoliang.
There are pavilions and pavilions on the floating island, with various buildings and scenery.
The hanging waterfall is connected with the undulating mountains below the floating island, through the changes of water veins, ancient trees, mountains and even wind and clouds.
It actually extended the earth's veins to the sky.
The daily consumption of floating islands is greatly reduced.
"The spirit of the mirage is just a carrier, inscribing the scenery of more than ten thousand years ago. What really remembers the scenery of ten thousand years ago... is the way of heaven in this world." Ke Xiaoliang thought.
Originally, with Ke Xiaoliang's current state, he was unable to understand and understand such a thing.
But he has another identity, and this other identity allows him to vaguely feel certain concepts hidden in it.
"Is this the mountain gate that used to be Xuanqing Gate?" Song Qingwen asked in his mind.
Then walked into one of the floating islands.
On the floating island, every monk has his own life.
In Ke Xiaoliang's eyes, they are all very vivid and alive.
On the contrary, Ke Xiaoliang did not exist in their eyes.
Like something more insubstantial than a ghost.
In Ke Xiaoliang's eyes, there is no secret in any behavior of the monks.
Their practice, their conversations, their happiness and anger, as long as they are expressed, can be shown in Ke Xiaoliang's eyes.
"This is not the mountain gate of Xuanqingmen."
"It turns out that Xuanqingmen does not need the mountain gate, because the whole world belongs to them, so why do they need the so-called mountain gate station to show their existence?" Ke Xiaoliang clearly understood the answer through conversations with some monks.
At the same time, he stood there and only needed to touch his fingertips lightly.
The scenery of thousands of years ago rotates with his thoughts.
The largest floating island was transferred directly to his feet.
In front of him was the largest library on the floating island.
Ke Xiaoliang stepped into the library.
Start looking from the first floor.
"It turns out that there are four poles in the world, and Xuanqing Gate is the gate to the east pole, one of the gates."
"It turns out that the Underworld is actually a new force that only appeared for more than a million years... hmm? More than a million years is considered short... right?"
"It turns out that the original leader of the Xuanqing Sect was a gatekeeper under the command of Emperor Dongji, and he once had the title of Golden Immortal."
"The Emperor of Dongji began to fall 70 million years ago. He died for more than 60 million years before he truly died. More than 10 million years after his death, his power is still intact, and his brilliance envelopes all realms. Xiaoxiao dare not invade him."
"So can such a being die? I am the master of the four realms, so I feel that I can be immortal. There are countless worlds under the control of Emperor Dongji, but he has been dead for more than 60 million years. That is to say ... He had more than 60 million years to think of a way to survive, but he failed to do it."
Ke Xiaoliang stayed in the library.
Start looking from the first floor and slowly go up.
After looking at it for half a month, I finally saw the third floor.
At this time, Ke Xiaoliang also realized how big the world was and how vast the heavens were.
The little bit of complacency in my heart has long been blown out of the sky.
Closing the compendium of East Pole and South Dou Realms in his hand, Ke Xiaoliang let out a long breath.
"This is a classic that is at least ten thousand years old, but to me, it still feels like a sweet spring."
"I thought the world of spiritual practice was very small, but in fact the world of spiritual practice is extremely large."
The universe is divided into four poles.
Within the four poles, people, gods, immortals, Buddhas, demons, ghosts, monsters and other practitioners from all walks of life live together.
Man is not the only dominant creature.
The masters of many worlds are creatures of other races.
Among the four poles, the black and yellow land in the center is a place where only the immortal can walk.
"This Xuan Qing Sect's treasure... is far more important than I imagined."
"Even if I can't find a way to control the way of heaven, the information and knowledge contained in it are enough for me to absorb and digest for a long time."
Seeing the truly vast expanse of the universe, Ke Xiaoliang eliminated his impetuosity and pride, but did not lose his confidence and ambition.
The vaster and infinite the universe becomes, the more Ke Xiaoliang feels that the future is full of infinite expectations and possibilities.
Sooner or later he would step out of this tiny place.
Of course... Now Ke Xiaoliang must first memorize these 'old news and records' that are at least ten thousand years old.
If there is not enough knowledge accumulation and reserve.
Even if he has extraordinary adventures and abilities, he may accidentally overturn.
"It seems that since the Xuan Qing Sect was destroyed, the world's cultivation world has actually retreated instead of advancing."
"It's not just reflected in the monk's own abilities."
"Restrictions have been set on the information about spiritual practice, understanding and contact with the outside world."
"I thought that I disrupted Yin and Yang with the Gourd Realm and allowed the living to come into contact with the dead, which was a provocation to the reincarnation of Yin and Yang. But the reincarnation of Yin and Yang is just a restriction set by someone, an artificially imposed setting. As early as Thousands of years ago... the bondage between yin and yang of life and death was not so strong. You can practice before you are alive, and you can practice after death until your soul is gone and no trace of your soul remains."
"The end of life, the calamity of life and death... These are restrictions imposed by the underworld, shackles placed on monks, and they are not natural."
"Just like the rules and regulations of some companies, they are essentially not recognized by the natural laws of heaven and earth. They are completely a new type of restraint formed by changes in social relationships."
Thinking of this, Ke Xiaoliang's mind was slightly disconnected.
He suddenly felt a little regretful.
It's a pity that the Xuanqing Realm of ten thousand years ago is not his Huzhong Realm.
If this world is his world.
Then he will be able to dig out the various information hidden in it in a shorter period of time, instead of thinking and accumulating bit by bit like now.
Judging from the current pace, just summarizing the various information recorded in it will take at least decades or even hundreds of years.
In addition, there is still a lot to explore in this past world.
For example, the methods of cultivation in the past, those methods of communicating and even trading with the outside world, etc.
When Ke Xiaoliang was reading, he discovered at least three so-called 'sacrifice' formations.
Through equivalent sacrifices, resources can be exchanged with certain external entities either randomly or directionally.
Formations like this, which are obviously beneficial to the integration of cultivation resources, have been completely lost in today's cultivation world.
"Thinking that a single monopoly is a closed practice that is closed to the country, but it doesn't want to be very open and free. Instead, it is a practice of contending with a hundred flowers blooming, which is gradually declining and declining. Of course there is the secret control of the underworld, and the decadence and depravity of those ten thousand-year-old sects themselves . But it’s not because of the inaction of those Yuanshen monks who have gone out?" Ke Xiaoliang subconsciously stretched out his hand and used his magic value to force out the gourd vine on his arm.
