The tornado-like underground cave extends downward.
Baizhang, Qianzhang, ten miles, twenty miles...
If Yang Ji still had this stubbornness in the beginning, then all the stubbornness has disappeared. Yang Ji frowned:
"How come it's so deep?"'
The depth of the armadillo's burrow is far beyond the range of activities of rats, snakes, pangolins... these so-called underground creatures.
One hour passed, two hours passed...
The armadillo's cave dug deeper and deeper, with no end in sight. Yang Ji began to feel a little uneasy. The burrowing ability of this ancient alien species far exceeded his imagination.
It was so dark all around that it was impossible to tell the direction. Yang Ji could only guess in his mind that this place was already more than thirty miles underground.
Yang Ji's breathing has begun to be less free than on the surface.
The "ground boat" has a special ability to collect meager air from a large area of underground soil and supply it to the operator.
But one fact is that the deeper you go into the earth, the thinner the air becomes.
The ability of "Earth Boat" is not unlimited.
Forty miles, fifty miles...seventy miles!
Yang Ji silently estimated in his heart that even the "gatekeeper" could not sense such a depth. And the armadillo's cave was actually still digging deeper.
"How come it's so deep?"
Yang Ji began to regret it a little. The range of activities of this ancient armadillo was really "too big."
"It's no joke to be so deep. Do you want to return to the ground?"
Yang Ji began to hesitate in his heart, but was quickly overruled by himself. He had already spent so much effort chasing him here. If he returned at this time, wouldn't all his previous efforts be wasted?
Besides being worried and uneasy, Yang Ji felt a greater curiosity arise in his heart. He wanted to know where the cave of this armadillo was.
"I don't believe it. I'm no better than an armadillo."
Yang Ji calmed down and stopped thinking about the thin air and returning to the ground. He simply accelerated and chased underground.
One hundred miles, one hundred and ten miles...
Yang Ji was like a fish swimming in the sea, always heading towards the deepest part.
The air became thinner and thinner, and it became difficult to breathe.
Yang Ji was determined not to think about it. The characteristics of a warrior's powerful life and long breathing were clearly revealed at this time, which provided Yang Ji with huge help.
After an unknown amount of time, Yang Ji had completely forgotten to think about how far away from the ground he was.
"Buzz!"
Suddenly, a strange feeling came over him. Yang Ji stopped, stood on the "ground boat" and silently looked at the darkness below.
There is no light underground, so it doesn't matter where it is dark or where it is not.
But the area in front gave Yang Ji a strange feeling. Compared with other places, this area seemed to be another space. The other world seemed darker.
Even the yellowish halo around the ground boat was affected, blurred, distorted, and pulled into the shape of a stream of water instead of a uniform and regular shape.
Yang Ji could feel that this area seemed to attract all the light.
"How come there is a place like this at the foot of Tieguan Mountain?"
Yang Ji was surprised. He stood there with many thoughts flashing through his mind.
Although he couldn't see anything, Yang Ji's keen warrior intuition was still there. He could clearly feel that this area was different. There seemed to be something special vibrating inside.
The armadillo’s lair is actually right here!
This was something Yang Ji never expected when he first started tracking the armadillo.
Yang Ji stopped underground, with rays of light flashing in his eyes. Follow him. Or not to go? Or return to the surface and inform the elders of his sect?
Or maybe forget about this place and wait until you are confident enough to come back?
Yang Ji was silent. No one knew what was in the box, an angel or a devil?
In the past, countless sect disciples died because of curiosity.
But in the end, Yang Ji chose to go in.
The darkness was like water waves. As soon as Yang Ji entered, all the light disappeared. The yellowish halo emitted by Dixingzhou itself seemed to be absorbed out of thin air, without even a trace being emitted.
In such a world, you can't see up and down clearly, you can't distinguish things clearly, and you can't even believe your perception.
Yang Ji's eyes were dark and he couldn't see anything.
The surrounding silence was terrifying, and except for the sound of my own beating heart, I could hear nothing else. All perceptions failed here.
It seems like a second has passed, and it seems like countless worlds have passed.
"boom!"
There was a soft sound, and Yang Ji let out a low cry, feeling as if he had smashed something. Then he fell completely.
"Boom!"
Yang Ji was startled. The moment he landed, he bounced up violently. The blood in his body roared and he took a defensive posture. Before he could see clearly what was around him, Yang Ji soon discovered a light rising from the darkness.
"It turns out to be Dixingzhou!"'
Seeing the source of the light clearly, Yang Jichang let out a sigh of relief. The light was emitted by Di Xingzhou. The previous light from Di Xingzhou was swallowed up and could not be revealed at all.
But when I got here, I didn't know why it returned to normal. Only then did Yang Ji see the bright light from the ground.
The surroundings were quiet, and with the light yellow light emitted by Dixingzhou, Yang Ji took a closer look at the surroundings.
"This...this looks like this temple!"
After seeing the surrounding scenery clearly, Yang Ji's eyelids twitched and he was a little surprised.
This seems to be a very old temple, with layers of black ash all around and on the ground. If you look closely, there are even ashes from the death of moss.
In addition to the black ash, Yang Ji also saw strips of hanging curtains. They had been hanging for so long that they seemed to break if touched, and the original color could no longer be seen.
I don't know how much the whole place has been sealed off. There is still a strong scent of sandalwood in the air. There are also some flags and flags stuck in the cracks in the surrounding walls.
Yang Ji looked back behind him, where a black brick wall fell down, revealing a hole.
Yang Ji just seemed to have broken through the wall and crashed into the temple.
Dark, dilapidated, dead, old... the whole temple exudes a long-forgotten smell. Only the mottled paintings on the walls that have lost their color and the traces of incense burning show that this place once was.
It was once glorious, and many people used to come in and out here to offer incense.
"It's incredible. How could there be such a temple at the foot of Tieguan Mountain!"
Yang Ji was completely stunned.
This place is hundreds of miles underground. It's not on the surface. How could there be a mysterious "temple" here? And it seems that no one has ever discovered it except myself.
"What exactly is going on?"
Yang Ji murmured to himself.
Tracking the ancient armadillos, they actually found such a temple sunk in the ground. This was completely beyond Yang Ji's imagination.
It was very dark in the temple. Yang Ji thought for a moment and took out the "Flame Avoiding Bead" and "Tide Avoiding Bead" from his arms. As soon as the two beads, one red and one blue, came out, they immediately emitted two colors of brilliance, which matched the earth.
The yellow light of the boat complemented each other, slowly illuminating the entire underground temple.
It was very quiet inside the temple, and even the air was thicker than outside. Yang Ji could breathe normally here without even needing to use the boat.
Yang Ji held Yan and Tao two beads in his hands and walked forward step by step.
"Crack!"
A crisp sound of breaking came from under his feet, and Yang Ji was startled. When he looked down, he found that it was a section of a beam. It was kicked by Yang Ji and had completely broken. The broken parts were covered with dry wood.
fiber.
"It fell from above."
Yang Ji raised his head and took a look. He saw that the beams above were crisscrossed and a mess. Going up further, he could see red and blue glazed tiles as densely packed as fish scales. There were many wavy lines and floral decorations on the tiles, mixed with some
Mysterious totem.
"These are not the styles of this dynasty. Could it be that the construction time of this temple exceeds the history of this dynasty."
Yang Ji felt incredible.
The Han Dynasty has existed for thousands of years. This has been the era of countless generations. This temple has been around longer than the founding of the Han Dynasty. Isn't it the previous dynasty?
"It's unbelievable! How can a temple exist so long ago?"
Yang Ji murmured to himself, amazed.
There are very few texts about the previous dynasties. Yang Ji has almost never heard of it, and has not found any relevant books. Thousands of years have been eclipsed and cannot be recalled, and there are only a few people who are interested in it.
Yang Ji held up the flame and Tao Shuangzhu, and walked forward curiously step by step.
It is absolutely incredible that there is a temple from the previous dynasty deep underground in Tieguan Mountain. Yang Ji even felt that even the elders and "gatekeepers" in the sect may not know the existence of this place.
"With so much pressure under the ground, how could this temple not collapse?"
Yang Ji thought secretly.
After walking a few feet, Yang Ji stretched out a hand and stroked the curtain hanging from the roof beam. A section of the curtain fell down, but the upper part did not waver at all.
"So light. Just like air."
Yang Ji felt it. These curtains were incredibly light. They had no weight at all when they fell on his hands, as if they were nothing.
This kind of light weight is less than one thousandth of that of silk and satin, and Yang Ji has never seen it before.
"This must be the craftsmanship of the previous dynasty."
A thought flashed through Yang Ji's mind.
Yang Ji stretched out his fingers and crushed them, and these gauze-like and mist-like curtains immediately and silently turned into ashes. It had been too long, and these curtains had completely turned into ashes.
There was silence all around, only Yang Ji's footsteps echoed in the void. Many parts of the temple were broken, many door leaves and window frames were all gone, and there were only sections of broken walls.
It can be seen from the exquisite carvings on the walls, some gold-edged wood, and the smell of incense that has persisted in the air for thousands of years that this place was once extremely glorious.
In the red light of the flame-avoiding bead, a section of rafter fell into the dust.
Yang Ji leaned down, picked it up and took a look at the cross-section of the rafter. His eyelids twitched, and he was secretly surprised:
"This is the finest golden nanmu. I'm afraid it's nearly ten thousand years old. It's only used to make one rafter..."
The texture of the rafters is golden nanmu, and the cross-section is densely packed with rings that are thinner than a human hair. After a rough count, there are actually hundreds of growth rings.
Golden nanmu grows slowly, with one growth ring every year, but it is only as thick as a hair. This raft has hundreds of growth rings, which takes hundreds of years.
And this Yuanzi is just a part taken from the golden nanmu.
Adult golden nanmu that can be used as lumber is usually held by one person and is thick when two people hold it together. From this point of view, the intercepted golden nanmu is probably at least 6,000 years old.
Such precious wood is not easy to grow. It is usually used by princes and nobles to make the pillars of the main hall of the ancestral temple. But here it is used to make a rafter. (To be continued...)