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Chapter 298: People's hearts are the same as before, the third era of ancient times!

No empty sea eyes.

The stone ladder is simple and desolate. It should have been built in extremely ancient times.

No one knows the origin of the Heavenly Road. It has been lost in time. Su Qinian stared at the stone steps under his feet and found no trace of chiseling.

He tried to fly, but failed, as his feet seemed to be stuck.

Looking down, under the empty sea eyes, the stone steps are submerged in the white light. Even with the eyesight of a quasi-king, he can't penetrate it and can't see clearly. As for the figures of the Blood Light King and others, they have long disappeared in the white light.

Deep in the mango, not even a trace of breath can be sensed.

Taking a gentle breath, Su Qinian stepped forward and went down the stone steps of the ladder to heaven. His whole body was gradually shrouded in white light.

The stone steps were a little cold, with only the sound of his own footsteps echoing. The white light was like mist, and Su Qinian could smell a bit of decay.

Looking down from the top of the boundary sea, there are empty sea eyes with bottomless depths. But going down the stone steps of the ladder, it takes less than half a cup of tea to pass through the white light and arrive at a desolate land.

.

It's so desolate.

Su Qinian's eyes were focused, and what he saw were only tombstones of different shapes. Few of them were square and square. Most of them were random stones, chopped and chopped at random.

This is a tomb.

It's just that it's so desolate and vast that you can't see the edge at a glance. The breeze is blowing, the yellow sand is all over the sky, and there is a roar of the wind, just like the cry of the soul.

Most of them are cenotaphs, with very few raised earthen mounds. Many of them have only a few remnants of soldiers standing in front of the monument. You can imagine how brutal the fighting was, and not even the corpses were left.

It is a cemetery belonging to the human race, originating from the resonance of the bloodline of the Marrow Sea. The countless human race heavenly soldiers, even if they are incomplete and their spirituality has dissipated, there is still a trace of god left, as if they want to tell something to the people who come after them.

etc!

Suddenly, Su Qinian raised his eyebrows. The severed Tao and Dharma seemed to have returned, but they became hazy, just like when he first embarked on the path of spiritual practice.

The original battle blood that had just transformed also fell silent, as if it had disappeared into another body. He felt a long-lost sense of weakness, and even his quasi-king body seemed to have retreated, and everything was back to where it started.

Illusion? Or does it come from changes in time and space?

Su Qinian couldn't tell because his immortal will also disappeared and he completely returned to his original mortal body.

"Brother, are you here to worship too?"

There was a childish voice. They were two children covered in torn animal skins and even half-clothed. They were struggling to pass between the jagged tombstones. The older boy was about seven or eight years old, and the younger one was about seven or eight years old.

It was a girl, only three or four years old, with one small hand tightly grasping the corner of the boy's clothes. Even though she was in the tomb, her dark and round eyes showed no timidity, but more of curiosity.

Su Qinian was slightly startled. He had lost all his cultivation. He couldn't adapt for a while, and he couldn't even notice the two children approaching. But he still nodded. The people buried here are all the members of the same clan who died in the war. Some remnant soldiers are buried here.

The bloodstains on his body have not yet completely dried. They are the blood of a foreign race. Every tomb here is worthy of his respect.

"Did any of your relatives die in the war, eldest brother? We are here to pay homage to our parents, and we will return to the tribe soon. Grandpa, the clan leader, said he would start giving us medicinal baths, so we won't be able to come here for the past few years."

The boy was very cheerful, but also a little sad, but he told Su Qinian that he would not cry because he still had to take his sister to practice. Only by opening the heavenly veins and stepping on the path of practice could he be qualified to fight against the aliens and keep the things under his feet.

A heavenly road may one day be able to complete the heavenly cave and expel all alien races.

It was hard for Su Qinian to imagine that these were words spoken by a child of several years old, but from that firm tone, he seemed to sense an ever-lasting spiritual heritage.

The tombstones of the parents of the brother and sister were just a few feet away from Su Qinian. They were also just burial mounds. They kowtowed respectfully and then stood up without any nostalgia.

"Eldest brother has no relatives?" Looking at Su Qinian standing there, the little girl blinked her big eyes and said with a milky voice.

"Brother's relatives are not here." Su Qinian said with a gentle tone and a smile.

"Grandpa, the patriarch, said that when you meet fellow tribesmen who are scattered, bring them back together so that the tribe can grow stronger." It seemed that he had misunderstood what Su Qinian meant. The little boy said seriously, "Brother, come back with us and we can practice together.

, guard the road to heaven.”

Su Qinian frowned slightly when he heard this. In the starry sky of the human world, there are countless large and small tribes, from the Blood Tribe to the Supreme King Tribe, all with their own blood heritage. Even the smallest tribe can easily

They will not accept a foreigner. After all, no one can predict whether what will come is a blessing or a disaster. Especially the inheritance of some military arts is the heritage of a clan and cannot be easily revealed.



River Tribe.

A human settlement was stationed by a vast river. A series of wooden houses were built along the river. They were very simple and new. The moisture in some tree trunks had not yet dried, so there was a lot of humidity in the house.

For the Dahe tribe, which has been wandering in the wilderness all year round, and even countless other human tribes, everything has become normal.

It has been two days since Su Qinian came here.

He was accepted and automatically became a member of the Dahe tribe. Two days later, he also learned a lot. For example, deep in the heavenly road where they were now, there were terrifying kings of the dark lineage sleeping, and there were often powerful and bloody ones.

The race of darkness rushed out from the cave deep in the Heavenly Road, flooding the desolate land like a tide.

There are very few tribes that live permanently in a corner of the wilderness. In the battles and fights with foreign tribes, migration could not be more frequent.

Here, there is no so-called blood tribe, military tribe, or general tribe. Human tribes, large and small, are stationed on this heavenly road, just to block the alien tribes and guard the ancestral land of the human world behind them.

This is the third era of modern antiquity.

It was so real that Su Qinian couldn't tell whether it was an illusion or whether it had truly transcended time and space.

The most important thing right now is to recover your cultivation, because it is difficult to distinguish between reality and illusion. If you die here, it may be difficult to live again.

There can be a river dozens of feet wide surging, and the smell of beasts permeates the wilderness. Here, you must not only be wary of the aliens that may emerge from the cave at any time, but also be careful of the wild beasts that appear in the wilderness. For the Dahe Tribe

For thousands of tribesmen, every day is like walking on the edge of life and death, but no one complains. Even the women and children are full of energy. Some are sewing animal skins, some are wiping their weapons, and making soup and animal meat.

, and some are even like men, refining their blood and cultivating human fighting spirit.

"Aren't you used to it, young man? Everything we lose is for the sake of our homeland. The blood will not be shed in vain."

A slightly older voice sounded. It was the old patriarch of the Dahe Tribe, a strong man in the Bone Tempering Realm who was over a hundred years old. Logically speaking, one could live in the Bone Tempering Realm for nearly two hundred years, but this man had gray hair and a backbone.

They were all a little stooped, and their faces were wrinkled. Su Qinian had seen that he used his own blood to wash away the injured bodies of his clansmen over and over again, and expel the power of foreign clans.

Over the years, the consumption of life essence has caused it to enter premature failure.

The old patriarch patted Su Qinian on the shoulder, then put a mottled bone fragment into his hand, turned and left.

"You are not young anymore. It's time to make plans. It's still too late to catch up now."

The voice of the old patriarch came. Su Qinian looked at the bone fragment in his hand. It was clearly engraved with a practice method called Dahe Jue. It was not very profound. At most, it could reach the third level of soul fusion. But for the Dahe tribe,

, but it is the fundamental method. Except for some clan members who joined later, most people are practicing this method.

Su Qinian asked the old clan leader, aren't you afraid that it will be leaked out and other tribes or aliens will get it?

The old clan leader told him that it would be great to be of help to fellow clansmen in other tribes. As for being obtained by foreign clans, it doesn't matter. Your opponents will find the gaps for you. When you die in battle, subsequent clans will

If people continue to fight, they will have more vitality.

These words would seem out of place in the vast starry sky. The passage of time has complicated people's hearts. These sages of the human race in the eyes of future generations are so pure that even Su Qinian feels a little ashamed.

Because it did not come from the mouth of some powerful saints or even supreme experts, but it was just an ordinary old man whose cultivation at the Bone Tempering Realm was really too ordinary.

Su Qinian could imagine how many human beings with the same thoughts as the old patriarch would be on this heavenly road. Wherever there are people, they are tribes. There is no territory or bloodline. People have only one purpose of practicing, to guard this heavenly road and mend their health.

Go to those heavenly caves.

Half a day later.

Not far from the riverside where the Dahe tribe was stationed, Su Qinian sat cross-legged on a rock covered with moss.

The original battle blood fell silent, and the quasi-king body retreated. He returned to the beginning of his practice. This journey of practice was too hurried, and what he learned was extremely complicated. He had anticipated many dangers, but he never thought that if one day he needed to

If we were to start over, how should we practice?

I have to say, this is an excellent opportunity.

After experiencing being cut off by the nail of Jue Dao, Su Qinian deeply realized that only a strong body can free him from all shackles. If he really wants to start over, he should try more.

On the road to the supreme, only by creating your own path and understanding your own body can you lay the solid foundation. Each supreme king's policy is unique. Kings may understand the emperor's method and even observe the emperor's way.

According to the scriptures, the strongest person, the one who can burst out the power beyond the extreme, must be the pioneer of the supreme strategy.

In the early days, Su Qinian blended all dharma and incorporated them into the immortality of time. In recent times, he has experienced many battles, especially the battles with supreme beings. The transformation of the original battle blood, Taoist enlightenment and combat power have increased beyond recognition.

A long time ago, looking back, Time Immortality no longer seems so perfect. Although all his cultivation is now lost, his vision and enlightenment are still there. Starting from his original mortal body, he may be able to try to find a different path.


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