It's very quiet here. Even if this powerful atmosphere of vicissitudes of life suddenly comes at this moment, it is still peaceful.
There was no wind, nor was there any whistling or oscillation. This was in sharp contrast to Chu Cheng's mood at the moment.
The reality is unclear and the facts are different.
What Chu Cheng wanted was to see old friends reunited after long separation. In this troubled world, it was also a blessing.
A powerful aura was surging. However, Chu Cheng still did not move.
Because this powerful aura is the aura of death. It is filled with a strong sense of decay.
This is the breath of a dead man. This dead man was an extremely powerful man during his lifetime. A man even more powerful than Chu Cheng.
This deathly energy is covered with vicissitudes of life. It is at least a million years old, or even longer.
This death energy had been brewing for a long time. When the altar was opened, it found an outlet and came out with a bang.
This is just Qi. Even if it is coming in force, it is already dead. No matter how violent it is, it will not be able to make waves in this world.
There were no waves, just billowing black mist. It seemed like there was endless night, and it also contained endless dangers.
Chu Cheng still did not resist this shocking death aura, even though his heart was extremely shaken.
On the other side, in the world shrouded in black mist, perhaps like Chu Cheng, he raised his head and looked into the distance, but could not see the figure on the other side.
"master?"
At this moment, two voices sounded from behind at the same time.
The man surnamed Zhao and the old man felt this earth-shattering momentum, and their expressions suddenly changed. They thought Chu Cheng had suffered a crisis and rushed over immediately.
Chu Cheng narrowed his eyes slightly and said: "The existence of this aura is extremely powerful. Maybe the three of us working together may not be its opponent."
"It's just that this person has died here. Although his aura is powerful, it is just a death aura." Chu Cheng shook his head again, feeling extremely uneasy.
This is a place of divine heritage, with his old friends.
Although I don’t know why a powerful figure fell here, why he fell, and when he came here. But he finally came here.
When you reach the Mysterious Realm, you are truly immortal. You are not troubled by longevity. Only external force can kill you.
This external force that leads to death is a disaster that a strong person in the Xuan Realm cannot resist.
This is death!
This death disaster originated from this place. Chu Cheng didn't know whether it was the fatal opportunity buried in the sculpture of the Suzaku Saint Ancestor or some other force.
If it's the former, then those people in the land of gods won't be in danger. If it's the latter, there will definitely be no chance of life.
Even such beings were killed by this external disaster, let alone those who were qualified to practice.
However, a hundred years have passed, and even Zhu Nuan, who is the most talented among them, may not be able to condense the Nascent Soul. After all, when Chu Chengchu came here, his state was just foundation building.
Although he can instantly condense the golden elixir with just one thought, he still knows nothing about the path to the Nascent Soul. All that is left is the foundation building technique.
This follow-up path needs to be explored by themselves.
A hundred years is too short for them to step into the path of Nascent Soul. However, a powerful figure in the Mysterious Realm appeared here.
The death of Da Neng must be earth-shattering. No one can escape this catastrophe.
"Where did this powerful man come from?" Chu Cheng took a deep breath.
His heart trembled slightly. Once he was a teacher, he was a teacher forever. Although they only got along for a short time, he was the master of the gods. These people were all his students.
The light here is only a few dozen miles away from the darkness ahead.
It was just one step, but Chu Cheng seemed to have no strength left.
The man surnamed Zhao and the old man heard heavy breathing again, and clearly felt that the person in front of them was in an extremely uneasy mood at the moment.
This is not once or twice, but several times.
The two of them were wondering why this place disturbed their master's mind and why he kept losing his mind.
Their eyes crossed the figure in front and fell on the layer of darkness.
The source of their master's confusion came from there.
There is a fallen great power there. Is this source the same great power?
So, what is the connection between this great power and its master?
When they withdrew their sight, they saw a white shadow passing by in a trance.
Chu Cheng finally raised his feet and stepped into the black mist.
When he came here, he felt the fall of this great power, and finally wanted to find out whether this was the annihilation of the Shenyi clan.
The smell of decay became more intense as Chu Cheng stepped in. But it didn't fluctuate as much as he imagined.
This is the energy of death. Although it has been buried, it is still on the surface, but internally, it will not be completely depressed in the end.
But when Chu Cheng walked into this central area, he did not feel the final surge.
"Why does this deathly energy give me the feeling that it has been buried for at least tens of millions of years?"
There are two kinds of death energy, calm and turbulent.
The former dies with no regrets, so there is no injustice. The latter dies with unwillingness and resentment. This is being killed by someone, so it acts as a violent aura.
but not here
Feeling this aura, Chu Cheng frowned slightly and quickened his pace, trying to rush out of the black mist as quickly as possible.
When he walked out, what he saw was a dazzling sight. Fireworks were burning in the sky and on the ground.
There is no warmth in these fireworks, as if they are a reflection of the past.
High in the sky, there was a boundless sea of thunder, as if a great disaster was brewing.
This rolling thunder is enough to drive away all the smog in the world. But it cannot blow away this rotten atmosphere.
The decay is getting thicker and thicker. There is a high mountain ahead, towering into the sky more than a million feet.
This rotten air comes from deep in this mountain.
"When did the mountain appear?" Chu Cheng looked at the mountain, and his doubts became more intense.
A hundred years ago, Chu Cheng had never seen this million-foot mountain towering into the clouds.
Such large mountains are extremely rare even in the vast expanse of sky. They can already penetrate the stars.
It's just that there are no stars here, only the seemingly endless sky. The mountain peaks have not penetrated the clouds and are buried in the sea of thunder.
Although Lei Hai was furious, this high mountain stood still, and even the sand and stones did not crack and fall.
"Master, this is not Thunder!"
The man surnamed Zhao and the old man came behind Chu Cheng. They looked up to the sky. It was not until a long time passed that they spoke.
Chu Cheng nodded. His True Way of Thunder has reached a small level of success, and it is only a matter of time before it reaches Dacheng. If it is really the sea of thunder, he will naturally feel it.
The silver horizontal lines keep crossing in the sky, tearing apart the sky. What is it if not thunder?
Chu Cheng no longer hesitated, and his body slowly floated upward. Regardless of whether this mountain existed or not, he only knew that if he climbed over this high mountain, he would reach the divine heritage.
The flames soared into the sky and tore open the void in an instant. In just an instant, Chu Cheng was aligned with the mountain peak.
When he reached high altitude, he was also caught in the rolling sea of thunder.
But at this moment, Chu Cheng's pupils shrank sharply.
This is not a high mountain, nor is the sea of thunder surrounding it.
Instead, he was a huge giant with a head full of silver hair.