This is the end of the Heavenly Palace, the highest point of the third heaven, and the place closest to the spiritual world.
Here, the Huangji True Thunder gradually became less and less, replaced by patches of dim mist, permeating the sky. Looking up, there was a huge hole, leading to the dark and gloomy unknown depths.
Chen Mu's figure quietly emerged.
He stood on the edge of the sky and looked up, with a somewhat profound look in his eyes.
The spiritual world also has depths. The Heavenly Palace is the transformation of an extremely terrifying being after death. Along with the tide of the spiritual world, you will reach the shallower level of the spiritual world. But if you go deeper from the third heaven, you have already reached the spiritual world.
Extremely deep.
Even with Chen Mu's current level of cultivation, he could not see far away. What he could see was the chaos and mottled darkness in the darkness that far exceeded the imagination of ordinary monks.
If the Dao marks of heaven and earth in the mortal world are very shallow and sparsely distributed, then the concentration of Dao marks in the so-called "Jedi" that have been eroded is at least a hundred times that of the real world.
In the real spiritual world, Dao marks are even more chaotic and dense.
As for the darkness in the depths of the spiritual world in front of Chen Mu, the dense chaos of intertwined traces has reached an unimaginable level. Even if a real Jindan stepped into it, he would be instantly overwhelmed by the horror inside.
The golden elixir traces of the power hit collapsed and were swallowed up by it.
Chen Mu was able to enter it, but he was not very interested at this time. Instead, he quickly converged his eyes and turned to look at an incomplete palace floating in the void not far away.
The palace is surrounded by Huangji True Thunder, destroying anything that dares to approach without permission.
Although it shows signs of damage, this palace is very large, larger than any palace below, and the most eerie thing is that this palace is half virtual and half real.
In Chen Mu's sight, he could see that half of the palace was virtual and half was real, but the two parts of the palace were constantly transforming into each other, making it seem virtual but not virtual, and real but not real.
After Chen Mu thought for a while, he stepped forward.
Step by step, we came to the front of the palace and stepped into the main entrance.
He did not take action to destroy this place, because the Dao Marks here are different from those of the palaces below. They are the gathering place of the Dao Marks of the entire Tiangong Palace. Bombarding them is equivalent to attacking the entire Tiangong Palace.
Looking inside from the outside of the palace, what we saw was chaos and darkness, but the moment Chen Mu's footsteps fell and entered the palace, the whole world suddenly changed.
sunny.
Spring is in full bloom.
What appeared in front of Chen Mu was a green hill. The top of the mountain was a flat land with several stone platforms. In front of one of the stone platforms, an old man wearing linen clothes sat in front of him.
When Chen Mu appeared at the foot of the mountain, the old man also raised his head and looked towards Chen Mu.
"Huh……"
The old man let out a light sigh, as if he was very surprised.
Then he smiled softly and said: "I didn't expect that in this era, there would be people who would embark on the path of ancient soul cultivation again... You are the one hundred and thirty-seventh person to come here, come and sit."
Chen Mu walked step by step along the mountain path to the top of the mountain. When he came to the old man, he slightly raised his hands to the old man in sackcloth and said, "I've seen you, senior."
The identity of the old man in sackcloth naturally needs no introduction.
Lord of the Heavenly Palace!
However, it is not accurate to say this. A more accurate statement is that he is just a trace left after the death of the Lord of the Heavenly Palace. He is just the Dao mark in the Heavenly Palace and cannot be considered a living life.
"From the first to the thirty-fourth, they took away everything that was left after my death, and those who came after me had nothing to give them."
"You are number one hundred and thirty-seven. There is nothing left for you here, only this chessboard..."
The old man in sackcloth spoke softly and looked down at the stone platform in front of him. There were criss-crossing ravines on the stone platform, and chess pieces were placed on the ravines.
The chess pieces are all black.
There are no white pieces.
If you look carefully, you will be surprised to find that every chess piece on the chessboard contains a completely different aura, each suppressing a terrifying amount of power.
This power is far beyond what Jindan Zhenren can achieve, it all comes from Zhenjun Nascent Soul!
The number of chess pieces is one hundred and thirty-six.
In other words, in the endless and long time since the Lord of the Heavenly Palace fell and transformed into the Heavenly Palace after his death, a total of one hundred and thirty-six Nascent Soul Lords came here!
The first thirty-four were lucky enough to take away some things left behind by the Lord of Heavenly Palace after his death, and starting from the thirty-fifth, all that was left to them was this chessboard.
This chessboard is transformed from the Dao Mark of the Heavenly Palace and has gone through an unknown amount of time.
Those who come here can place pieces on the chessboard and leave their own traces. At the same time, they can also understand all the previous chess pieces, span a long time and history, and sit down and talk with the owners of each chess piece.
Chen Mu looked at one of the chess pieces.
In his sight, the black chess piece was not in the form of a chess piece, but a shadowy figure dressed in white, standing there with a folding fan in his hand and light eyes.
The folding fan holds countless tiny shadows, which are the epitome of a region and the afterimages of all living beings.
Whoosh!
Chen Mu only glanced at it, and in an instant, the world was turned upside down. When he looked around, he saw that his whole body had appeared on the folding fan without knowing it, and he had become one of the countless sentient beings held up by the folding fan.
"interesting……"
A glimmer of light flashed in Chen Mu's eyes. He didn't make many movements. Just a thought, and the illusory world nearby began to collapse and shatter inch by inch.
In an instant, he was back in front of the chessboard.
Chen Mu turned his attention to the second chess piece.
In his eyes, the chess piece turned into a shadow covered in blood. As if the shadow noticed something, it actually followed Chen Mu's line of sight and looked at it, staring at Chen Mu through the air.
boom!
In just an instant, Chen Mu saw that the whole world had turned into a raging sea of blood, and the blood waves were sweeping towards him. In the sea of blood, he could see white bones rising and falling, seeming to be roaring and struggling.
Chen Mu's expression remained unchanged, he just raised his head and looked calmly at the surging sea of blood, until the ten thousand feet of blood covered the sky and appeared in front of him, pressing down on him and trying to devour him.
when.
He raised his right hand and waved upward.
Buzz!!
A white sword light suddenly appeared, like an inconspicuous ribbon in the sea of blood, as if it would be swallowed up at any time.
But when this white ribbon fell into the sea of blood, it solidified the entire sea of blood.
quietly.
A bit of white light suddenly appeared in the depths of the blood sea, and spread and eroded around it.
The erosion was extremely fast, unbelievably fast. In just an instant, it completely spread out, turning the endless sea of blood into an endless expanse of white light.
boom!
Finally the white light suddenly shattered.
Chen Mu's eyes returned to the chessboard.
"It's indeed a chance."
Chen Mu stared at the chessboard and murmured.
Although the death of True Monarch Nascent Soul will leave deep traces in the spiritual world, these traces are just traces, unlike the phantom of the chess piece, which seems to be from extremely ancient times to the present.
, those true kings are discussing the Tao from afar.
Chen Mu has now become a true king, but he has only stepped into it not long ago. For him, this chessboard may not be able to improve his soul power, but it can greatly enhance his understanding. It can be regarded as a
Opportunity.
Chen Mu looked at the third chess piece.
this time.
What appeared was a phantom in a green shirt. He stood in the void. Suddenly he pointed out, and a six-armed golden statue immediately appeared on his body, intertwined with green and purple monster patterns, and exuded an extremely terrifying aura.
.
The golden statue paused and did not make any move towards Chen Mu. Instead, it pounced towards the blue-shirted shadow, and suddenly merged with the green-shirted shadow, making the green-shirted shadow seem to solidify from the void.
, the breath also suddenly surged, and the whole person suddenly transformed into a green-faced and fanged posture, like a fierce ghost appearing in the world.
boom!
The phantom in green shirt punched Chen Mu directly.
This punch suddenly caused a dent in the void, and the terrifying and boundless oppression directly acted on Chen Mu, blasting his entire body into pieces.
But Chen Mu remained calm and pointed his sword forward. In an instant, the situation changed color, and a thread appeared between the world and the world, dividing the world into two parts.
The phantom in the green shirt is right in the center of the silk thread.
Swish.
Chen Mu's eyes returned to the chessboard.
Without much pause, he continued to look at the fourth chess piece.
…
The fifth one,
The sixth one,
The seventh one,
Every chess piece is a mark left by a true king.
Looking at the world, there may be some who break through the barriers between heaven and man and become real people because of luck, but those who can become true kings are all the most brilliant figures in an era. There is no weak one, and everyone has ruled the world.
But the marks left by these True Lords are arranged in order on this chessboard.
The deeper you go and the further you go, the more terrifying the marks contained in those chess pieces become. Some of them seem to have gone very far to the level of the True Lord.
…
One hundred and three.
A young figure waved his right hand lightly, and flames appeared in the void, with different colors, and gathered into an exquisite and terrifying fire lotus in his palm, burning the void of heaven and earth.
One hundred and seventeen pieces.
A dry black shadow was like a peerless demon, and his whole body instantly turned into a black mist that covered the sky, shrouded the boundless world, and covered Chen Mu.
If these phantoms are here in person, Chen Mu is not sure whether he can resist them now, but he is able to suppress them one by one and understand them carefully if they are just marks.
finally.
One hundred and thirty-six.
A man in gray clothes appeared in front of Chen Mu.
Different from the previous one hundred and thirty-five, this figure of a man in gray seems to have a little charm in his eyes, as if it is more than just a mark.
He only glanced at Chen Mu gently. In an instant, the entire sky was dented and twisted, and turned into a sword, a sword of the sky, pressing down on Chen Mu.
Among the more than a hundred marks before, it is not that there are no sword cultivators, but this one is the most terrifying, so much so that Chen Mu even showed a little solemnity, and with a weak grasp of his right hand, he twisted the illusory earth and held it in it.
In the palm of his hand, he swung up towards the Sky Sword.
boom!
The sky and the earth were shattered.
The figure of the man in gray clothes also became fragmented.
But before it was broken, his eyes glanced at Chen Mu as if nothing had happened.
Swish.
Chen Mu returned to the chessboard.
When he looked back at the chessboard, he saw that there were no longer one hundred and thirty-six chess pieces on the board, but one more, making it one hundred and thirty-seven.
The old man in sackcloth reached out his hand, gently picked up the new chess piece, and placed it in the center of the chessboard. After a while, the entire chessboard changed into a new pattern.
Chen Mu converged his gaze.
And he closed his eyes slightly, carefully digesting the insights he had gained from the many imprints before.
After a while.
When he opened his eyes again, the old man in sackcloth and the chessboard disappeared, as did the green hill, replaced by darkness and chaos.
Chen Mu looked back and saw a bright light behind him. That was the main entrance of the palace when he entered.
After a slight pause, Chen Mu turned around and walked away, disappearing into the palace.
And just after Chen Mu left.
Light lit up again in the darkness, and the hill appeared again.
On the top of the mountain, the old man in sackcloth was still sitting in front of the chessboard, staring at the latest chess piece on the board, and murmuring softly: "The ancient soul cultivator... I don't know where I can go in the future."