The snowflakes that fell on the east mountain were kicked up, making the sky and the earth white.
But in a blink of an eye, it’s the end of the twelfth lunar month.
One year is about to pass.
At this moment, Feng Qingyan was the only one left in the Dongshan secret realm.
He was constantly searching for the holy icons through which the saints could trace their origins, but in the end he saw a shocking scene.
In the holy images one after another, he saw that the stone ship was holy and flawless, full of holy energy, and sacred and indestructible.
It has been sailing in the darkness, extremely lonely, and seems to never stop...
In the seventy-fifth icon.
He finally saw the lonely stone boat, breaking through the endless darkness, and seemed to have arrived in a world that was still in the ignorant era. He vaguely saw the tall figures walking down from the stone boat, but the figures were very faint.
"What are they doing?"
Feng Qingyan was confused and looked for the seventy-sixth holy elephant.
After finding the seventy-sixth sacred elephant, he saw majestic figures spreading civilization in the uncivilized wilderness.
The seventy-seventh icon.
The stone ship continues to sail in the endless darkness, always accompanied by only coldness and darkness.
The seventy-eighth icon.
The stone boat broke through the darkness again, and came to an uncivilized wild world, continuing to spread civilization...
The eightieth icon.
The stone boat he saw became clearer and clearer, and he could even see the texture of the stone boat clearly, which seemed to be made of huge white jade stone strips.
However, his heart became even more panicked.
There seems to be something wrong with these holy white jade stone strips. They always look like polished white bones. The "white bones" are as crystal clear as jade, extremely hard, holy and flawless, exuding a gentle holy light...
The more he looked at it, the more it looked like bones.
"Where is the eighty-first sacred elephant?"
Feng Qingyan searched frantically, but after searching for a long time, he could not find the 81st sacred elephant.
I don't know how much time passed, but he finally found the eighty-first sacred elephant.
In this sacred image.
He saw the stone ship, which seemed to be sailing towards the end of time and space.
The eighty-second icon.
He didn't find it.
He searched almost all the places in the secret realm, but still found no trace of the eighty-second sacred elephant.
"Where is the eighty-second sacred elephant?"
Feng Qingyan murmured while searching, but ten days had passed.
He still hasn't found it.
"Are there only eighty-one sacred elephants?"
Feng Qingyan was startled.
At this time, he went to retrieve the fourth holy elephant, and saw that there was still a holy white bone in the fourth holy elephant...
How similar are these white bones to the stone strips of the stone ship?
Not similar.
The stone strips are polished white bones...
He retrieved the seventh holy elephant and saw that the holy human skin in the holy elephant was the white sail on the stone ship.
At this moment, he continued to look for the sacred images that he had not been able to peek at before, but some could be vaguely glimpsed, and some were still unable to be peeked at.
"This is a stone ship made of the bones and skin of a saint... No, it is a ship of civilization, a ship of sacredness!"
Feng Qingyan was deeply shocked.
He did not expect such a result, but didn't the saint merge with heaven and earth and become immortal?
Why is he still dead?
Who killed the saints?
At this time, his soul continued to tremble, as if it was being torn apart, making his head extremely painful.
Is this the truth behind the origins of the saints?
However, this truth was too terrifying for him to accept.
What happened?
Why are all the saints dead?
His head felt like it was going to explode, which caused him great pain.
At some point, his headache was relieved, so he continued to comprehend the sacred images. Unfortunately, the remaining sacred images were difficult to comprehend.
Eighteen pieces.
There are still eighteen sacred images that have not been penetrated.
Is this the truth behind the retreat of saints?
Could it be that when the saints were tracing their origins, they saw their own destiny, so they told the world a big lie?
Covering up death by going into seclusion?
But why do this?
This made Feng Qingyan confused. Is it for the prosperity of the holy way? To continue to suppress the world? And to prevent the world from chaos again?
Or maybe it has something to do with suppressing the emperor’s heart?
At this time, Feng Qingyan continued to comprehend the eighteen sacred images that he had not yet comprehended. After an unknown amount of time, he finally comprehended one.
In this sacred image, he saw that the stone ship was still sailing towards the end of time and space, and did not get any more information. Regarding the mysterious end of time and space, the pictures flashed by, and it seemed that the sacred image could not record any more information...
…
"cut!"
He understood another sacred image.
Seeing a terrifying darkness in the sacred image seems to make all living beings sink.
But then, a cold voice sounded in the darkness, and a terrifying black knife was seen slashing down...
The scene stopped abruptly.
"This black knife..."
Feng Qingyan closed his eyes suddenly, his soul was beating violently, making him unable to control his emotions, and said: "Damn, damn!!"
Half an hour later.
He gradually calmed down and controlled his emotions.
For some reason, this black knife, which flashed by so fast that no one could see it clearly, made him hate him to the core, and even made his eyes split open, as if it was the one that had killed all the saints.
There are still sixteen holy elephants left.
But in Dongshan outside the secret realm, it is spring in March.
At this time, the grass is growing and the orioles are flying, and the literati and students, wearing green shirts, travel in groups in cars.
Although there are still some literati students on Dongshan Mountain, they don’t pay much attention to canonization, and even if they want to, they can’t.
After all, it has been four months since the saint entered the secret realm.
Although the world doesn't know much about the canonization of the secret realm, there is one person who vaguely knows that it is Dongjun, the god of Dongshan.
In the past four months.
He entered the secret realm from time to time to see the status of the canonization.
Although he could not clearly see everything about the canonization, he vaguely knew that the canonization had captured many holy images.
This shocked him a little. Can canonization really destroy the sacred image?
certainly.
The world at this time.
From time to time, some people speculate whether canonization can debunk the holy image.
The length of time that Feng Sheng stayed in the secret realm was actually beyond everyone's imagination, and even the leader was surprised.
Many people couldn't help but have expectations.
And at the end of February of the next year, a man, a witch, and a ghost walked out of the Nong Country, silently crossing the entire Zhou Dynasty, heading towards Wushan outside Yunmeng Ze.
While they were still in Yunmengze, there seemed to be some problems in the Wushan world.
All of a sudden.
People in the Wushan world are in panic.
"Third Prince, Wushan Realm seems..."
A faint cold black shadow said that it seemed to feel something was wrong in the aura outside Yunmeng Ze, which was the realm where Wushan was located.
It vaguely felt the suppression of the breath.
"What does it seem like?"
The third prince said calmly while wearing a bronze ghost mask.
"I'm afraid a 'Ghost Lord' has been born." The faint and cold shadow said. This looming aura made it dislike it very much.
Because it is always suppressed.
"Ghost Lord?"
The third prince frowned upon hearing this, stopped and looked in the direction of Wushan Realm, and suddenly smiled and said: "I'm afraid Wushan Realm is in trouble."
"This is the opportunity for the third prince to conquer the Wushan world."