In the quiet passage, Ye Wuque walked slowly forward.
Although it was only the second time he arrived, all the furnishings and situations in the sacrificial hall had already been deeply imprinted in Ye Wuque's mind.
As Ye Wuque moved forward, soft light lit up around him, and soon the smell of incense hit his face.
At the end of the passage, Ye Wuque's eyes lit up.
The vast hall appeared in front of him again, and the strong scent of incense on the tip of his nose contained sandalwood, which was very light and very light.
Nothing seems to have changed here. There are still huge white candles standing in all directions. Thousands of them are as thick as human arms, illuminating the entire sacrificial hall.
On the altar, densely packed tablets were erected, and in front of a giant cauldron, incense and fireworks were swirling.
Ye Wuque's eyes were focused on these nameless tablets with no names or images, his eyes were deep.
Compared to the surprise when he first came, Ye Wuque felt calm inside at this moment.
He walked forward slowly, walked to the giant cauldron, looked at the incense that would never burn out, and a sharp meaning flashed in his deep eyes.
"Maybe these nameless tablets..."
Suddenly, an idea vaguely emerged in Ye Wuque's mind, and even he himself was a little stunned and unimaginable.
Ye Wuque, who was standing quietly, slowly raised his hands at this moment, clasped his hands together, and bowed solemnly to these tablets.
After the ceremony, Ye Wuque stopped staying and walked behind the altar.
The wall wrapped with ivy appeared in front of Ye Wuque again. He waved his sleeves, the ivy spread out, and the passage leading to the small sacrificial chamber appeared.
Ye Wuque stepped into it, and according to his perception, wherever he passed, there was no change from the first time he came, and no other breath remained.
No one else has come in since his last visit.
When Ye Wuque stepped into the small sacrificial chamber, the eighteen white candles in all directions were still burning, illuminating everything here.
Five times the number of nameless tablets outside stood quietly in front, without any changes.
Arriving in front of the unnamed tablet, Ye Wuque moved his right hand, and the simple dark silver candle suddenly appeared in his hand.
The mysterious ancient patterns on the candles have an indescribable and mysterious meaning in this dead sacrificial room.
Wow!
With a soft sound, Yuanli lit the small candle, and a small flame suddenly lit up.
The dark silver candlelight rippled, shining directly on the wall of the sacrificial chamber. The candlelight suddenly gathered, and finally the pattern of colorful auspicious clouds appeared in front of Ye Wuque's eyes again.
Click!
The moment the colorful auspicious cloud pattern appeared, the groove behind the nameless tablet also appeared again.
Ye Wuque walked forward holding a small candle and looked at the dark groove. He turned his hand and the simple jade slip appeared in his hand, and then he embedded it into the groove.
Buzz!
The ancient jade slips suddenly bloomed with a faint brilliance, followed by mysterious and ancient waves, and the entire nameless tablet was shrouded, also emitting a faint brilliance.
Click, click!
Two sounds came from the groove inlay, and then two hands of light condensed with light reached out and spread out across the void.
The next moment, Ye Wuque's ears once again heard the soul sound transmission formed by the power of the soul.
"Final test..."
"I need a colorful secret treasure..."
"An identity plate with at least a quasi-spiritual identity is required..."
The strange man's ethereal and mysterious voice was very soft.
When he heard this soul's voice for the first time, Ye Wuque speculated that it was most likely Fang Qingyang's junior uncle.
Now it sounds like Ye Wuque still feels this way.
However, his movements did not stop. The colorful Seven Kills Tiangang gourd was immediately taken out and gently placed on a bare hand.
Then, the identity plate that had obtained the complete authority of the quasi-spiritual child was also placed in the hand of another light.
Buzz!
The radiance emitted from the light hand enveloped the colorful Seven Kills Tiangang Gourd, covering it, and the ancient fluctuations reappeared to detect it.
"Colorful Seven Kills Tiangang Gourd...passed."
The light dissipated, and as a vague and mysterious voice sounded, the light hand disappeared, and the colorful Seven Kills Tiangang gourd fell back into Ye Wuque's hand.
The identity plate was also shrouded in light.
"Identity detection...quasi-spiritual child."
"Permissions complete...passed."
When Ye Wuque heard these two sentences, his eyes flickered slightly.
After spending almost half a year, I finally achieved something and successfully passed the test.
The other bare hand also disappeared at this moment, and the identity plate fell back into Ye Wuque's hand.
Click, click...
Immediately, the groove roared again, as if some mechanism was being activated, and the sound of rotation continued.
Ye Wuque watched all this with sharp eyes.
After a few breaths, as the light shone, the groove inlaid with the simple jade slips suddenly turned, seemingly turning into the nameless tablet, and at the same time, a brand new part rotated out of the nameless tablet.
It's something like a tray.
Ye Wuque's staring eyes suddenly narrowed!
On the tray, one on the left and one on the right, were two things.
Is this the relic that Fang Qingyang secretly hid here?
The one on the left is an ancient talisman the size of a palm. It is dark silver and shaped like a gathering flame.
Ye Wuque's spiritual power had already enveloped him. He sensed this ancient talisman and did not feel any danger.
Since this is a secret mechanism where Fang Qingyang stores things, he will naturally not trick himself.
Ye Wuque directly picked up the ancient talisman, and it actually held a hint of heaviness and weight. It also exuded a faint cold feeling, as if he was holding a piece of ice.
In addition, Ye Wuque also sensed that the ancient talisman seemed to be faintly emitting an ancient mysterious wave, which was very light and light. If Ye Wuque was still in the Great Sun Realm, he would not be able to detect it at all.
After carefully examining the ancient talisman, he found nothing special. Ye Wuque turned his attention to another thing on the right side of the tray.
It was a rectangular dark silver box that looked exquisite and gorgeous.
The surface of the box is dotted with many hollow patterns, which sparkle with a faint brilliance and are very eye-catching. You can tell at a glance that the structure of these patterns is extremely precious.
And when Ye Wuque shrouded the power of the soul on the box, his eyes suddenly condensed!
This rectangular dark silver box can actually block the detection of the power of the soul!
Even at this moment, Ye Wuque's Dark Star Realm soul power was hindered and blocked.
This made Ye Wuque feel a little strange!
Obviously, the material of this dark silver box is very special.
But he did not continue to strengthen his soul power to forcefully resist, but directly stretched out his hand to pick up the dark silver box.
The tentacles were cold, and the metal texture felt very heavy. After grabbing it in his hand, Ye Wuque's eyes suddenly flashed.
Only then did I realize that this object was not a box.
"This is......"
Ye Wuque carefully searched around the object, and finally found a small machine lock on the right side, and pressed it lightly with both hands.
With a click, the lock was opened, and the object was opened from right to left.
After opening it, what caught my eye was the snow-white paper!
"It's actually a... diary?"
Ye Wuque was stunned.
He didn't expect that this exquisite and gorgeous thing turned out to be a closed diary.
Why is it definitely a diary?
Because on the page that Ye Wuque opened at the moment, there was a paragraph of text written on the white paper on the left and right sides.
And what is written on the first line is the date!
Only when writing in a diary will it start with the date.
The left part.
"The fifth day of the first lunar month."
"I'm very happy because I finally succeeded in joining the Ancient Alliance of Gods."
"Although I know that all this must be taken for granted, this feeling of a carp leaping over the dragon's gate still makes me feel a sense of excitement and excitement."
"I achieved one of my goals."
"I have new motivation and have set new goals."
“Work hard and persevere.”
"I must be...the strongest!"
Ye Wuque read the contents of this page carefully. Just as he thought, this tone and recording method were exactly what he thought was a diary.
And it was written with a pen, not with the power of the soul.
"Is this Fang Qingyang's diary? Does he still have the habit of keeping a diary?"
"According to the tone of this diary, the ambition revealed should be recorded when Fang Qingyang had just become an official disciple of the Ancient Alliance and was in high spirits."
Turning his eyes, Ye Wuque looked at the second diary on the right, and his eyes suddenly froze!