The ground is smooth and neat, without any passages or cracks.
If it weren't for the holy fighting energy boiling in his body, everything that just happened would seem like just a dream.
Ye Wuque stared at the ground for a long time, his eyes becoming deep.
"There will never be such a coincidence in this world..."
"The invincible creature that left behind a giant hand of fault!"
"He moved the Tomb of Eternal Night from an unknown height!"
"The Emperor Burial Spirit Clan was created!"
"Leave behind the secret golden altar!"
Ye Wuque murmured to himself.
He felt a fateful...karma!
This great creature must be intertwined with him.
"And not only that..."
Ye Wuque's eyes moved and he looked at the collapsed grooved stone plate not far away, his eyes flickering.
"The nine supreme divine inscriptions originating from the origin of the holy law of time and space also point to the grooved stone plates on the yin and yang sides of this hall!"
"The same hall!"
"Fight the origin of the holy law!"
"The origin of the holy law of time and space!"
"They are all related..."
"Cause and effect, or fate?"
At this moment, Ye Wuque also made waves in his heart. He didn't know what he thought of, and he couldn't calm down for a long time.
"The sounds of fighting and the fluctuations of fighting have disappeared?"
Soon, Ye Wuque came to his senses. Under the power of the virtual god, he found silence outside the golden hall.
But he didn't care, and immediately walked towards the collapsed grooved stone plate.
I came here just for this, but something happened along the way, and now I finally have it at my fingertips.
No longer hesitating, Ye Wuque thought, and nine supreme divine inscriptions flew out of Yuanyang Ring again!
Whoosh!
He immediately flew towards this grooved stone plate that looked exactly like the surface of the Yang.
But in the next moment, a scene different from Ye Wuque's imagination appeared.
The nine flying supreme divine words were not absorbed by the nine mysterious light spots from the grooved stone plate just like the Yin Face at that time!
Instead, it actually flew towards the grooved stone plate and embedded it in!
Buzz!
Suddenly, the grooved stone plate shone with unprecedented brilliance.
Purple and green intertwined.
Mysterious and gorgeous!
I saw nine mysterious light points flying out, which were the nine light points of the absorbed Yin side. At this time, the void jumped and jumped, and then poured into the nine grooves.
Suddenly, the light became even more intense.
It seems like something is manifesting!
After a while.
The nine supreme divine texts flew back, seemingly completing a certain mission for the time being, and Ye Wuque once again took them into the Yuanyang Ring.
He looked at the brilliant purple-green grooved stone plate. After about ten breaths, the brilliance gradually dissipated, revealing everything inside.
After seeing it clearly, Ye Wuque raised his eyebrows, showing a hint of interest.
On the grooved stone plate, a piece of clothing appeared unexpectedly!
Simple!
Vicissitudes of life!
It seems as if it has been washed away by eternity.
Even... condensed time!
Ye Wuque made a move with his right hand, and the dress immediately fell into his hands, the moment he took it.
A name naturally appeared in Ye Wuque's mind...
"Space-time suit!"
Ye Wuque read out these four words, his eyes flashing.
He could feel that this space-time suit contained a strong breath of air!
But it seems to be still sealed and in a state of deathly silence.
In other words, it is of no use now.
"The nine supreme divine texts guided me to find this space-time battle suit, so next..."
Ye Wuque thought of the 33rd floor of Yongye Tomb.
That's where he must go!
Where the ancient bronze mirror guides you!
His intuition told him that when he got there, this "space-time suit" would be useful.
Thinking of this, Ye Wuque put the space-time battle suit into Yuanyang Ring.
Click click click!
I saw that the grooved stone plate on the ground began to shatter into pieces, and finally disappeared into ashes and completely disappeared.
After taking a look, Ye Wuque stopped staying and slowly walked out of the golden hall.
Outside, the plain was dead silent.
But everywhere in the sky and on the ground was a mess, obviously the aftermath of a great war.
Ye Wuque looked at the sky in the unknown area in the distance, where there seemed to be left the air waves formed by the fluctuations of Yuanli, as well as the remaining power of the artifact.
"It seems that the Emperor Burial Spirit Clan Chief and the Crown Clan Clan Chief are heading towards the unknown area of the Yongye Tomb?"
Ye Wuque made a judgment.
But he didn't care about it. Anyway, there was no grievance or enmity for the time being, so it would be best not to meet him.
Take one step forward!
Ye Wuque disappeared from the spot, and when he reappeared, the golden arena was already close at hand.
Buzz!
But at this moment, fierce roars and...
Artifact pressure!
However, at this time, Ye Wuque looked calm and walked into the Golden Arena in a swaggering manner.
"die!"
"Bastards! You must not be from the Guan Clan! You are weird creatures from the Yin side!"
"Even if you rely on the power of the divine weapon, it's useless! Just die!"
...
After stepping into the golden arena, Ye Wuque immediately saw the confrontation above the void.
The elders of the Emperor Burial Spirit Clan, with ninety-nine levels of fighting power, are all gathered together.
But apparently a few have died.
At this moment, the remaining ones looked quite embarrassed and had lost their temper, staring at the dozens of figures in the void opposite.
The gold and silver elders of the Yaotian clan disappeared.
Only the creature from the Crown Clan who spoke out at the beginning had now revealed her true identity. She was a middle-aged woman.
With a fierce and resentful look on his face, he stared at the elder of the Emperor Burial Spirit clan, his face a little pale.
In front of her, there was a long bloody flag, exuding the pressure of a divine weapon!
Ye Wuque glanced at the long bloody flag, paused for a moment, and then looked up into the void.
The seven artifacts of the Emperor Buried Spirit Clan are still there!
The entrance to the road to becoming a god...is still there!
Obviously.
Although the Guan Clan and the Emperor Buried Spirit Clan are fighting a life-and-death battle, their respective seeds have successfully entered the road to becoming gods.
only......
Ye Wuque saw corpses all over the ground.
Almost all of them are from the Three Wastelands creatures!
Each of their deaths was miserable, and some had only a layer of skin left, apparently having been drained of their flesh and blood essence.
But at this time, Ye Wuque was a little curious...
The Emperor Buried Spirit Clan, if nothing unexpected happens, should... have gods!
Why haven't you taken action yet?
"You don't have the artifact now, so you are destined to die!"
In the void, the middle-aged woman from the Guan Clan spoke in a ferocious voice, and then her cultivation began to move. The long blood-red flag in front of her shone brightly, and the divine weapon illuminated the heaven and earth with its pressure!
"Hmph! The power of the artifact is vast! Your nine-nine-nine-to-one power is simply not enough to use it many times! When you finally run out of power!" The elder said in a low voice.
The middle-aged woman from the Guan tribe's expression suddenly changed slightly, and then she sneered.
And this time!
The people on both sides suddenly turned their eyes and looked down.
Ye Wuque, who was walking slowly and openly with his hands behind his back, fell into everyone's eyes.
But Ye Wuque only looked at the entrance to the road to becoming a god above the void.