After a long time, Meng Zhou shook his head and forcibly separated his thoughts from the groups of sculptures on this strange altar.

"Yaya, where is the delicious food?"

Although, Meng Zhou could basically confirm that it was this strange altar that caused Yaya to react so hugely.

But Meng Zhou didn't know exactly what was on the altar. He didn't bother to search slowly and asked directly.

"This is the altar." Yaya's voice sounded in Meng Zhou's heart.

Meng Zhou was surprised, "You mean the entire altar?"

"Yeah." Yaya responded simply.

Meng Zhou thought for a while and simply shared his "vision" with Yaya.

"Would you like to see it again?"

Because Yaya exists as a rope, the world it perceives is very different from the world Meng Zhou sees.

In order to avoid the situation where everyone talks in his own way, Meng Zhou decided to be more detailed on this issue.

Yaya answered without any hesitation: "It's the entire altar."

Meng Zhou nodded solemnly, looked at the altar in the bright moon mirror, and fell into deep thought.

He had already tried it just now. Through the transparent moon mirror, he could only "see" the altar, but could not perform other operations, nor could he shake it at all.

——In a normal situation, he can use some means to indirectly or even directly interfere with the things observed by the transparent moon mirror.

Meng Zhou just stared at the altar in the bright moon mirror, looking and looking.

The altar in the bright moon mirror is exactly the same as when it first appeared, motionless and without any change.

Only Meng Zhou, whose soul power was rapidly depleting, knew that he had already used the transparent moon mirror to use the method of retracing the round light, and the traces of time around the altar had been traced back fifty years.

At this moment, Meng Zhou's heart suddenly moved.

I have been looking back quickly, but in the picture observed through the transparent moon mirror, the altar that has always remained unchanged has finally changed for the first time.

Soon, the specific process of this change was clearly reflected in Meng Zhou's mind.

I saw three groups of sculptures on triangular bases, with brilliance flickering slightly at the same time, and inexplicable smoke gathering from nowhere and falling on each specific sculpture.

Some of the smoke was so thick and cloudy that it even obscured the entire sculpture.

For example, the statue of twisted hatred, the statue of ferocious rage, the statue of tending plants, the statue of forging utensils...

Among them, the smoke was the thickest, but it was the statue at the top of the altar, sitting cross-legged with eyes closed, practicing enlightenment. It was completely submerged in the thick smoke, covering the entire top of the altar including the statue of enlightenment.

stand up.

But there are also some statues with very weak or even no smoke.

For example, the statue weaving fishing and hunting nets, the statue painting graffiti on the rock wall...

Seeing this, Meng Zhou had some vague understanding in his heart.

"These statues may correspond to certain professions and certain paths."

“The more people who do it, the thicker the smoke will be.”

"The fewer people who practice it, the lighter the smoke will be."

"If the followers of the Tao are completely cut off, then there will be no smoke at all?"

Thoughts were floating in his mind. Looking at the smoke, Meng Zhou naturally thought of one thing: incense.

However, this is not exactly the same as the "incense" in his understanding. It is very different.

All in all, it's very special.

The next moment, Meng Zhou's expression suddenly condensed.

He clearly saw that the smoke that appeared around the sculptures clung to the surface of the statues bit by bit.

The process is as natural as thick water mist condensed into droplets.

The liquid droplets condensed on the surface of the statues from the inexplicable smoke are like crystal clear water droplets, but they look more delicate and viscous than the water droplets. They are like melted hot wax, flowing down the sculptures to the base of the altar.

On the seat.

Then, they spread evenly across the entire altar surface.

Starting from the three sculpture groups on the triangular base, starting from the sermon statue at the top of the altar, starting from the four points of the altar, finally, this strange thing evenly covered the entire altar with one layer.

Because it is transparent, sticky and delicate, when it evenly covers the surface of the altar like hot wax, it is like coating the entire altar with a thin film.

Even if you are surrounded by hot magma, as this "film" covers everything you touch, it will naturally give people a cool and comfortable feeling.

It seems that this "film" can help him balance out the extremely hot environment from the senses.

If Meng Zhou hadn't witnessed the whole process of "hot wax coating" with his own eyes, he still wouldn't have discovered that the secret lies in the "film" that covers the entire altar.

Who can know?

Not to mention that Meng Zhou had never paid special attention to this before. Even if he had noticed it, he would have just thought that this altar was always like this.

"It must be this thing that makes Yaya greedy."

"No wonder Yaya said it was the entire altar."

The smoke completely dissipated and the altar returned to its original state without any abnormalities.

If you compare it carefully, you can find that before and after the smoke appeared this time, the "film" on the surface of the altar became slightly thicker.

Meng Zhou's attention fell entirely on this "altar film".

After a while, Meng Zhou's expression changed slightly.

Before, he didn't know how special this "film" was.

Now, he has witnessed the entire process.

Through the changes before and after this "coating", Meng Zhou was basically certain that the "film" currently covering the surface of the altar was the result of three "coatings".

The premise is that the changes brought about by each coating are similar.

Many speculations arose in Meng Zhou's mind.

"Why only three times?"

"Where did the old one go?"

"Or is it that the altar only had time to be 'coated' three times during its appearance?"

All kinds of thoughts come to me.

Soon, Meng Zhou shook his head hard and thought: "Why do you think so much? Just go and see."

The biggest problem is that the scene before me happened fifty-four years ago.

If he wanted to trace the cause, he would have to go back at least more than a hundred years.

This exceeded the limit that Meng Zhou's soul power could support.

"But it's not a big problem."

As soon as Meng Zhou thought about it, a jet-black doll model that looked like a children's toy appeared in Meng Zhou's hand.

This is the Soul Armor obtained from Yanzhuang. This strange object originally contained various hidden dangers, but it has been repeatedly cleaned by Meng Zhou using the secret method of washing souls with beads.

In the consciousness sea-like space of this divine soul armor, there are not only the remaining soul power clouds of Yanzhuang, but also soul power clouds with even more astonishing reserves.

Originally, these soul power clouds were full of filthy power. Not to mention being used by him, it was good if they didn't bite him in turn.

But now, all these filthy hidden dangers have been washed away by the mighty power of creation.

Meng Zhou continued to use the transparent moon mirror to trace back time on the altar, sixty years ago, seventy years ago, eighty years ago...

The further time goes by, the more terrifying the consumption of soul power becomes.

However, Meng Zhou's own soul power had stopped consuming long ago, and the soul power clouds in the consciousness sea space of the Divine Soul Armor began to slowly decrease at a visible speed.

At the beginning, Yanzhuang used this object to "cheat". With the soul power stored for nearly two hundred years since the foundation was established, he traced the time back to 150 or 60 years ago to track the "true spirit of ancient paintings".

trace.

The Divine Soul Armor used by Yanzhuang was still an incomplete version. A large space similar to the sea of ​​consciousness was closed to him, and he did not know its existence until his death.

Meng Zhou believed that he, who had mastered the complete version and had a higher level of cultivation than Yan Zhuang before his death, would definitely be able to do better than him.

Quickly go back in time.

Eighty years ago, ninety years ago, one hundred years ago, one hundred and ten years ago...

The altar remains the same as before, without any changes.

In the bright moon mirror, the image of the altar remains still.

Until the time goes back one hundred and fourteen years ago.

Meng Zhou once again saw a similar scene going back in time fifty-four years ago.

Among the groups of statues, smoke suddenly rose and filled the air, some were more, some were less, and some were not at all.

Crystal droplets began to condense on the surface of the statue. These droplets slid down the statue to the surface of the altar, evenly covering the entire altar with a thin film like hot wax.

Soon, Meng Zhou continued to look back, and more soul power clouds were used as "fuel" and were consumed at a faster rate.

"Exactly sixty years have passed."

"So, does this kind of scene happen once every sixty years?"

Meng Zhou thought so in his heart.

This scene made him easily think of the three altars related to the statue of Lihen found in Tianqi Mountain, Wumenghai, and Kurosawahara.

The phantom of the statue of Lihen will appear and be harvested every eight, ten, or twelve years.
To be continued...