Jun Tian was shocked. He thought there was an origin platform here, but he didn't expect that the broken monument was attracting the tiles.
The remaining stele is as black as ink, with a corner missing, and does not have any magical manifestation, but it has accumulated the vicissitudes of the years and has an ancient charm.
"Is this a tombstone?"
Glancing at the short solitary grave, Jun Tian frowned. He couldn't identify the inscription on the ruined stele. It should be special writing from ancient times.
However, what shocked him was that after trying to interpret the inscription using the Origin Sutra, he could vaguely understand what the inscription was about.
In fact, Juntian did not understand the words on the tiles. He figured out the "Origin Sutra" through meditation.
"Could the ruined stele be a product of the same era as the Origin Book? But the writing from eons ago is no different from what it is now."
Jun Tianfu muttered, he concentrated on trying to figure out the inscription, and suddenly he felt that he had left this world and fell into a bottomless cold abyss. His whole body was cold, his hands and feet were stiff, and he seemed to be buried in the frozen soil.
The sky and the earth are dim, filled with black mist. The sky is drifting in the vast glacier world, and the consciousness is gradually blurring.
"This feeling is somewhat similar to the Zuting test!"
Juntian suddenly woke up and his mind returned to reality. At this moment, he became more convinced that the tiles, the Origin Sutra, the ancestral court, and the ruined stele were all closely related to each other.
When he continued to concentrate on observing, he came to the mysterious space again. He struggled through the cold winter and continued to study the inscriptions with his eyes wide open. Then he felt like falling into the volcano, being calcined by the fire, and his body seemed to melt.
Fire, the sky is filled with blazing fire!
In the two heavens of ice and fire, like extreme cold and scorching heat, it was difficult for him to endure the pain of burning his body. Fortunately, the images he experienced were broken, and his spirit returned to reality.
"It was an illusion just now, my body is intact."
Jun Tian's face turned pale, he groped his limbs, and then he breathed a sigh of relief.
But his spirit was extremely exhausted and his brain was dizzy, as if he had been fighting all night and his body was hollowed out.
"This inscription is aimed at the spirit, and it feels more profound than what is recorded in the Origin Book..."
He sat in front of the ruined stele, touching his chin and thinking. He wanted to concentrate on studying the inscription again, but he found a figure with a strong aura walking towards him.
"who are you?"
A young man in a yellow robe came with his hands behind his back. He was tall and imposing, his eyes were like knives staring at the gray-haired boy in front of him, and he questioned coldly.
Jun Tian's heart tightened, and he could roughly sense that the young man was much stronger than Huang Anshan, and he should be a master in the field of swallowing the clouds.
"Where did this beggar come from? If you dare to break into Yunwu Villa, someone will throw him down the mountain." Mo Qing raised his hands and feet in a majestic manner. At first glance, he was a noble young master who had been in a high position for a long time.
"I came here to stay at the hotel, and I just lost my way."
Jun Tian stood up to defend himself, and before entering, he asked passers-by whether Yunwu Villa was indeed an inn.
"Staying in a hotel? Do you know where this place is? You little beggar!"
A dark-faced man walked out from behind Mo Qingheng, walked towards him with a sinister smile, and at the same time raised his big hand, like an eagle catching a chicken, trying to throw Jun Tian down.
Jun Tian dodged away, which surprised the black-faced man. His whole body was filled with energy, his burly body was surrounded by black light, and his body seemed to be dormant like a cold poisonous snake, which belonged to the ninth level of the Destiny Wheel.
The black-faced man smiled cruelly: "Baby, with all due respect, you'd better not run away."
"You guys are too bullying. If you don't want to stay, I won't stay. I'm leaving now!" Jun Tian was indignant and turned around to leave. The newcomer didn't want to cause trouble.
"You're overthinking. You can't leave unless you get out." The black-faced man shook his head coldly. Mo Qingheng is a direct descendant of the City Lord's Mansion, and the City Lord's Mansion is the master of Hidden Dragon City. If he says a word, Juntian's hair will be removed.
The brain is nothing.
"Is there any more royal law?"
Jun Tian stopped and asked loudly. In the past, the ancient city in his mind was like a pure land on earth, where people could live a better life, but the current situation was completely different from what he imagined.
"Wang Fa? How many years have I heard such ridiculous words? We are Wang Fa in Hidden Dragon City. You bumped into my young master, and he was kind enough not to kill you!"
The black-faced man laughed wildly, waved his fist, and cracked the air with an explosive sound, and hit Jun Tian on the head.
"Who's running wild here?"
Just as Jun Tian was about to fight back, his words came as soft as water, but they contained a heart-stopping fluctuation, as if a huge mountain was pressing down from across the sky, and the entire mountain forest was shaking violently.
Jun Tian was shocked. One word could affect the world. What kind of person is he?
In the distance, a girl in white clothes strolled forward. Her steps seemed light and nimble, but each step was as heavy as a mountain. The wind and clouds stirred up, as if she were ascending to the sky. The vast sky became dark and lost its luster.
The girl is extraordinary, and her words and deeds can affect the world. But she is like a lonely snow lotus standing on an iceberg, unreachable and unparalleled.
Jun Tian was shocked in his heart. The girl had an unparalleled temperament, like an aloof fairy who had fallen into the mortal world. Especially because she was so young, only seventeen or eighteen years old, that she had such terrifying strength. It was simply unimaginable!
"How old is she?"
Jun Tian's mind was agitated. Could it be that she was a genius who dominated the North Pole? Or maybe she was an heir cultivated by a powerful ethnic group.
"I didn't expect that such a trivial matter would disturb Senior Sister Ningxue. You are such a little slave, why don't you kneel down and kowtow to apologize?"
Mo Qingheng's attitude changed drastically, and he greeted Jiang Ningxue who was approaching with an apologetic smile on his face. He respected the girl in front of him like a goddess and almost knelt down in front of her.
"thump!"
The black-faced man knelt on the ground, kowtowed as if he were pounding garlic, and said hurriedly: "Miss, please calm down. Just now, I saw this little beggar sneaking around, so I couldn't help but ask a few questions. I hope you can forgive me."
"I'm here to stay in the hotel, not a beggar."
Jun Tian had his back to the ruined monument and his figure was tall and straight. Although he was wearing coarse linen clothes, he had a masculine temperament and a delicate face, and he did not look like a beggar.
The dark-faced man stared at Jun Tian with vaguely vicious eyes, but he did not dare to continue arguing in front of Jiang Ningxue.
Jiang Ningxue has green silk like a waterfall, her clothes are fluttering, and she is holy and flawless. Behind her, there is a group of fellow travelers, all of whom are young talents from the younger generation, wearing uniform silver robes with a golden sword embroidered on their chests.
"This costume... they are all students of Arctic College. Where is this Yunwu Villa?"
Jun Tian saw their origins. There were ten colleges in the North Pole, and the North Pole College was undoubtedly the strongest. It could be said to be every teenager's ultimate dream.
Of course, let alone Arctic College, the entry requirements for any college are extremely strict. Not only can you get excellent training resources and guidance from famous teachers there, but you can also have the opportunity to go to the Eastern Region.
The vast Arctic is vast and has a harsh climate. Even communication between ancient cities is difficult. The college has a terrifying background and is backed by terrifying forces. Its status is as high as that of the ancient city!
Jun Tian did not expect that when he first came to Hidden Dragon City, he would meet a group of college geniuses, not to mention the leader, Jiang Ningxue, who was also one of the three beauties of Hidden Dragon City.
However, their situations are completely different. One is a tofu Xishi who makes a living by selling steamed buns, while this one is a proud daughter of heaven who is powerful in the North Pole.
"Can you understand the words on the broken monument?" Jiang Ningxue walked lightly, with beautiful cheeks and a cold temperament. She ignored the black-faced man and walked up to Jun Tian.
"I'm sorry. I just got lost and entered this place by mistake. I was curious when I saw the tombstone here, so I looked at it a few more times, but I couldn't recognize the inscription." Jun Tian shook his head gently.
Jiang Ningxue glanced at Jun Tian, and the moment their eyes met, Jun Tian felt an unrivaled pressure coming towards him, it was too intense and terrifying.
He seemed as small as an ant, at the bottom of the abyss, looking up at the holy goddess who looked up to the sky, and couldn't help but tell all the secrets in his heart.
"So strong!"
Jun Tian's face was horrified, but his eyes were firm and terrifying, and he forcibly supported Jiang Ningxue's pressure. However, he found that Jun Tian's body was extremely hot under the pressure from the sky, and the sleeping wheel of life wanted to bloom to resist the oppression.
This made him feel frightened. He restrained his eagerness and looked at Jiang Ningxue calmly.
"This gray-haired boy can actually block Senior Sister Ningxue's aura and even remain motionless in front of her. It's really amazing."
"Arctic civilians spend all day digging ice and doing hard work. They are certainly not weak in will, but Senior Sister Ningxue has only recovered slightly, so she can't be considered outstanding, right?"
"You can't say that. Will is so important. It is related to the spirit. Strong people can eat Xia Qi more quickly and practice to the realm of swallowing Xia. It is especially important for future practice."
A group of young men and women made comments, while Mo Qingheng sneered, "Practice? There are no resources, no power, and no super powerful origin platform. How can you cultivate?"
Jiang Ningxue seemed as calm as water, but she had a great power that was one with heaven and earth. She stood there like an unattainable holy goddess.
"Tianpin Fate Wheel, the originator of Tianpin, it turns out that she is the powerful Jiang Ningxue in the North Pole."
Hearing the words of the students, Jun Tian was shocked both physically and mentally. The top ten geniuses of the Arctic were heard like thunder, and Jiang Ningxue was one of them!
This type of person is simply the darling of God. They have unparalleled talents. Their cultivation speed is not only abnormal, but they can also communicate with God anytime and anywhere, and operate with extremely high combat power.
For example, Zhenyu Quan, although it can promote the power of heaven and earth, it requires sufficient talent to do so.
But those who originate from Heaven are different. They can blend with heaven and earth all the time, which is amazing.
"Have you ever studied the writing of your ancestors?"
Jiang Ningxue asked, she had a slender body, about 170 centimeters tall, her eyes were hazy with mist, her face was like a dream, and her body was glowing with brilliance.
"The words on this broken stele are actually from the era of our ancestors..."
Jun Tian lost his voice, with a bewildered look on his face, and his inner vigilance was very high, but he felt that Jiang Ningxue did not know the secret of the ruined monument, otherwise she would not have left it here.
"Senior Sister Ningxue is so knowledgeable and talented that she can even understand the writings of our ancestors. Qing Heng admires her."
Mo Qing walked over with a smile, feeling even more disapproving. His ancestors were just barbarians with mushroom hair and blood-drinking blood. What research value could the writings of that era have?
"I learned a little accidentally, but I can't say I'm proficient."
Jiang Ningxue stared at Jun Tian. Her red lips were moist, and her snow-white body was covered with a layer of purple glow. Her body was as light and graceful as a giant.
"Dare I ask Senior Sister, this tomb..." Mo Qingheng frowned slightly and used the ancestral words as the inscription. What kind of person is buried here?
Jun Tian looked at Mo Qingheng, this bitch asked what he wanted to know most.