Eight big characters, written in blood.

Appearing on both sides of the stone gate in front of you, there is a terrifying pressure that cannot be ignored.

In front of the stone gate, there is a pile of withered human bones glowing with amethyst color.

The human bones looked like they had been there for a long time, and most importantly, they were amethyst in color.

Those with amethyst bones are no longer ordinary people.

Lin Yi's heart moved slightly, and he walked forward, lowered his head, and looked at the remaining vertebrae of Amethyst's skeleton.

Above the bones, there are two characters in the book.

Stick to one.

These two words, although I don’t know how many years ago they were.

However, there is still a Taoist rhyme that circulates throughout the period, condensing and never dissipating.

Just one look at it made Lin Yi, now a man of cultivation, feel the aura of heaven.

"True Immortal...Zhiyi?"

Lin Yi's tone was harsh.

Even he, the skeleton of Jiuxuan Immortal Lord Lin Jiuxuan, may not be able to reach the point where his bones turn into purple.

"On the Xianwu Continent, in the distant ancient legends, there is a person who holds the Taoist name. He can open the sky with one hand, kill gods and demons with a whisk, and is as powerful as a rainbow. He entered the Tao in ten years and ascended in a hundred years. Once on the Xianwu Continent,

Leave the Taoist tradition as the only way to practice."

"In ancient times, the authority of the one who held the sect was overwhelming and powerful. He was one of the three ancient sects of Xianwu."

"It's just that I don't know when it started. The Zhiyi method has gradually become lonely. It is said that Zhiyi True Immortal, who has ascended to the throne and is famous in the immortal world, has never shown any traces of his immortality in Xianwu since then."

"Is it possible that this is the True Immortal Zhiyi?"

"Even though I was an immortal, I still died here..."

Lin Yi was shocked beyond measure.

Lin Yi's era of Xianwu Continent is hundreds of thousands or even millions of years away from the era of Zhenxian Zhiyi.

Everything during this period, even Lin Yi, has no trace at all.

At most, when browsing the top secret books, I have seen something about holding on to a few words.

But stick to it.

Just these two words, to a certain extent, can be said to be the best in the entire era in which he lived.

What kind of grace is that?

Lin also reached out his hand, intending to take the amethyst spine into his hand.

Never thought about it.

Just touched it.

The entire amethyst spine instantly shattered into powder and fell to the ground.

"If you hold on to one thing in a dignified way, you will die here."

"What exactly is behind this door?"

Lin Yi looked at the door over there, and his heart was filled with unspeakable feelings.

Especially those eight big characters.

Like blood, it seems to have been written on it just now.

Revealing a peak of murderous intent.

"That Chongbao and that childish child come from here?"

Lin Yi took a deep breath and walked forward. When he arrived in front of the stone door, he was thinking about how to open the door.

Suddenly.

The eight characters' brilliance circulated and slowly enveloped the forest.

Not even a second later.

The brilliant light converged, followed by bursts of roaring sounds.

The stone door slowly opened, revealing a series of bright lights at the door.

Dark, dull, and desolate.

The smell coming through the door made Lin Yi feel quite uncomfortable.

I didn't feel the breath of any magic circle around me.

Lin Yi hesitated for a moment and stepped into the stone gate. Looking around, he saw an extremely empty hall.

On both sides of the hall, there are rows of stones.

Lin Yi stepped into the hall, and the sound of footsteps echoed gently throughout the hall.

Lasting forever.

The sound is faint.

"The Blood Emperor of Ten Directions Ling Tianyu!"

"Jiudong Headmaster Zhizunwei!"

"Wu Mingxun, King of the Eight Desolates!"

"Seven Realm Demon King Yu Kunpeng!"

"Six Paths Ghost Emperor Yan Jinghong!"

…

Lin Yi walked all the way.

The shock in my heart became more and more intense.

Under each stone platform, there is a name.

Although all the names are carved in stone, there are still countless rhymes flowing between them.

The Taoist rhyme is hidden inside and lasts forever.

Everything here was beyond Lin Yi's imagination.

"There are only a few people inside. I have seen them in the secret books of various sects on the Xianwu Continent, but there are more people who can't be found at all."

"But before, there was a true immortal who knelt and died outside the door. Now the people belonging to each of these stone platforms must be equally extraordinary, and they are all powerful men with the power to reach the sky."

"Here... these people..."

Lin Yi was horrified in his heart.

He turned his head and looked back at the stones he had just walked through.

I didn't know when, but at some point, the empty stone suddenly became filled with layers of white mist.

The mist condensed but never dispersed, and human figures condensed one after another on the stones.

They stood on the stone, but because of the condensed fog, their faces could not be seen clearly.

At most, only an outline can be seen.

now.

Everyone who suddenly appeared looked forward, and then they all knelt down and bowed their heads in worship.

Within the palace.

It was still quiet.

But Lin Yi already felt a chill in his heart.

He turned his head and looked ahead again, and then he saw, at some point, a throne that appeared at the front of the hall.

Above the throne, the dense mist never dissipated.

At this moment, there was clearly a figure sitting there in that place.

His whole body was hidden in the darkness.

Only a small outline is exposed.

On both sides of the body, there are countless dragons and phoenixes, waiting around.

Visions abound.

"Who are you."

Lin Yi suddenly felt vigilant in his heart and looked over there.

But the expected response, not even the overwhelming terrifying pressure, never appeared.
To be continued...