Huangliang Mountain, deep valley, and blessed land.

Xia Ji walked into the palace.

Whenever he walked by, the statue was silent and silent.

According to Du Juan, if he is recognized, a certain statue here will be crushed and then gifted him in a magical way.

clatter...

Dada...

The sound of footsteps that were neither slow nor anxious echoed in the empty ancient floating palace.

The ancient statues on both sides exude a heavy sense of ancientness, a strong sense of loneliness, and a sense of mystery.

Xia Ji walked forward.

It's almost over.

But there was still no response.

It seems that he will not resonate with any idol.

Or is he himself highly excluded?

The young man in white robe felt a little self-deprecating in his heart. He looked up at the front and continued to move forward unswervingly.

clatter...

Dada...

The end has arrived.

The young man in white robe has walked through many ancient statues.

At this moment, there were only a few people left in front of him.

But no statue reacted.

......

Outside the palace.

A dark golden cloak danced in the spiritual wind.

Dark golden masks are silently facing the palace in the center.

They are like ancient gods, living statues, as solemn and solemn.

Although they did not go in, their breath had already penetrated into the palace, waiting quietly for the new partner to complete his "ritual".

And everyone here, or who exists, is extremely silent, and cherishes words like gold.

At this time, Du Juan among them, Su Taishang was also silent.

No one spoke, sighed, shocked, belittled, or ridiculed, nothing was there.

It is impossible to fluctuate your mood due to a little foreign matter.

They have just been here and seen. Even if they have thoughts, they just live in their own hearts without saying it out loud, that's all.

However, there was no reaction between the palace, which made them slightly curious.

This young man shouldn't be able to even resonate, right?

Although there have been people in history that have never been resonated with, that person's qualifications are barely qualified, so he failed.

But this young man is proud and upright.

but...

If it fails, there is a reason.

After all, this young man has perhaps the most evil and unsolvable strange fire in the world - Luohu Sun-Swallowing Flame. Although purple is still the introverted stage of this strange fire,... it is the seed of evil after all.

Maybe it is precisely because of this reason that he cannot get recognition?

If so,

That's really the fate, no wonder anyone.

Du Juan turned her head and looked down at her side.

Su Taishang was wrapped in a big cloak and was also looking at the direction of the palace in a daze. Feeling her gaze, she raised her head and looked at Du Juan.

Du Juan's eyes were filled with regret and sighs, and a hint of encouragement with a smile.

Su Taishang was very calm and even shone with confidence.

Yes.

She believed in the boy.

From the first sight, I believe it inexplicably.

Du Juan was stunned for a moment. He really didn't know where the senior's confidence came from, so he turned his head and continued to look.

Time passes by minute by minute.

The palace has not responded for a long time.

A few more seconds passed.

A crisp "click" sound came from the palace.

It was some ancient statue of god shattering.

However, the ancient and desolate aura rose from the top of the palace, soared into the sky, causing the spiritual wind to stir and the spiritual mist to roar.

Xia Ji looked at the statue.

It was a strange statue of a god holding a giant axe, one of the few statues at the end.

Click...

Kakka...

Bang...

The statue was shattered and turned into dark golden dust, reorganized in the air, forming a large dark golden cloak, and a dark golden mask with mysterious texture slowly flew to his hands.

Xia Ji looked at the mask.

It really doesn't look like a human face, but it looks like a pattern filled with various symbolic symbols.

The left eye has the texture of the sun, the right eye has the texture of the moon, the nose bridge is like a undulating mountain, the lips are like a rushing ocean, and the cheeks are endless plains.

As soon as he thought, the mask was shattered, and the mask was recombined with it.

A sense of self-evident, real, and thorough mastery without falsification exists in his heart.

And all the inheritance has appeared in his mind.

Yes.

No mask is required to accept the relics.

The mask is just an extension of the relics, a small part of it.

Other inheritances include a dark golden paper sheet - "Sea Classic".

What is worth noting is that the inheritance method of the "Sea Sutra" was like the golden finger he signed in, and they entered the "little black box" directly, and then floated quietly in the space, waiting for him to read and practice.

Nowadays, there are only three exercises with dark gold colored paper pages and one style.

The three books are "The Only One of the Eight Desolations", "The Yellow Ting Jing of the Sun", and "The Sea Jing".

One style is the "Jew of Clouds" that is known as one of the "Twelve Scenerys of Black Lotus".

In addition, there were fragments of memory from Datuantuan that entered his mind.

These memory fragments are so numerous that they can instantly destroy and destroy an ordinary person's spiritual world, making him forget who he is, and thus become foolish.

However, these fragments did not immediately project many memories into Xia Ji's mind.

It's a "trigger type".

That is, when you see an object or thing in a memory, the relevant memories will be aroused.

For example, at this time...

A picture suddenly appeared in front of Xia Ji's eyes.

These pictures give him a sense of immersion.

One of them is a confrontation between two indescribable beings.

The reason why it is difficult to describe is that it is completely a blend of starry sky and flames.

If he hadn't owned this memory, he wouldn't even understand that they were two beings.

The stars, calculated by light years, formed a person's outline, and the flames spread out, carrying the extremely deep evil, presenting black flames, devouring everything, burning everything, even dust and space.

The stars and all things form the outline of human beings. If this is really an existence with individual consciousness, how powerful and unimaginable it is... The life is trampling on the lotus in the void.
To be continued...