"Elder Wuchou, where did you hear the version you mentioned?" Mu Qingran asked.
"In fact, this is the version that most monks on Datianchenxing believe today." Wuchou shook his head slightly, sighed, and said, "As for the version of the Tyrant Holy Lord stepping into the sky and ascending to immortality... it can only be found in the human realm.
More people believe it.”
"Even if we put it in the territory of the Honghe tribe where we are, and the southern territory where we are now... In fact, most people think that the Holy Lord Tyrant was punished by heaven and was killed."
"How could this happen... What the Supreme Elder said..." Mu Qingran's beautiful face was full of doubts and shock.
"The reason why more people believe this version is because the disappearance of the Tyrant Holy Lord back then was indeed too sudden." Wuyou said, "If he really ascended to immortality through the air, it would be impossible for him to just disappear without any movement.
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"And I have said before that after the Tyrant Holy Lord left, the twelve successive heads and core elders of the Yuhua Sect were killed by those hostile sects."
"If the Tyrant Holy Lord left in the sky, how could he not leave behind some means or powerful magic weapons to protect the sect he founded?"
Saying that, Wuchou took a deep breath and said: "Therefore, the decline of the Yuhua Sect has in turn proved that the Tyrant Saint was originally killed by the Supreme Lord, rather than ascending to immortality in the air..."
"If that's the case, why would the Supreme Elder tell me..." Mu Qingran still didn't understand.
"The Tyrant Holy Lord can be said to be the last glory of the human race." Wuyou said in a heavy tone, "After the most prosperous era, the human race has been on a decline until the emergence of the Tyrant Holy Lord."
"His series of earth-shattering deeds made the human race shine again. But the sudden disappearance of the Tyrant Holy Lord brought the human race back to its original shape."
"To this day, there is no one in the human race who has the qualifications of a saint like the Tyrant Holy Lord, who suppresses the evil spirits of the era..."
Wuchou shook his head again and did not continue. He looked at Mu Qingran and said, "Whether the Tyrant Saint became an immortal or not, and whether he was killed... No one knows the truth."
"As for which version to believe, it is everyone's choice."
"Elder Luntian chooses to believe that the Tyrant Lord ascends to heaven through the air, saint... how about you?"
Mu Qingran thought about it, and then replied firmly: "I also believe that the Tyrant Saint has become a true immortal... How can a monster like him be killed?"
Wuchou looked at Fang Yu.
Fang Yu didn't want to make a choice, but asked: "Twelve heads of the Yuhua Sect have been killed...what's going on now?"
"...After successively eliminating the twelve sect leaders and core elders, the Yuhua Sect is almost closed." Wuchou said, "All the previous elites are dead, and many disciples have left to save their lives, and there is no way to recruit new ones.
Disciple..."
"But I heard that among the remaining disciples of the Yuhua Sect, there are still some who are not afraid of death and have taken over the position of leader..."
"After that, it has developed until today... Of course, the Yuhua Sect has long been cut off from the hope of rising. It is just lingering and dying slowly. Today's Yuhua Sect is probably not even as good as a newly built small sect."
Fang Yu stopped talking and just looked ahead.
He already basically knew about the situation of Yu Hua Sect and Lin Batian.
As for other information, you have to wait until you get to Yuhua Gate to find out.
Wuchou could feel the obvious change in Fang Yu's mood and stopped talking.
"Master Fang, what is the relationship with the Yuhua Sect?" Wuchou was confused.
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As we move forward, time passes.
In the evening, Fang Yu and the others finally arrived at the Green Sea in the easternmost part of the Southern Territory.
The reason why this sea area is called the Green Sea is because the water is turquoise in color.
This is not the reflection of light, but the actual color of the sea water, which is turquoise.
After entering the Green Sea, and flying forward for nearly fifteen minutes, you can see a lonely island in the sea.
This island is neither big nor small, covering an area of several thousand acres.
Fang Yu and the others fell from the sky and landed right in front of the island.
In front of him is an erected stone tablet with three large characters engraved on it.
Feather Gate.
Looking inside from the gate, all we can see is desolation.
The dilapidated ancient palace, the abandoned training ground, and the roads overgrown with weeds... Even the three words "Eternal Transformation Gate" on the stone tablet placed at the door look very blurry.
There was no gatekeeper at the gate, so Fang Yu and the others walked in directly.
Walking along the trail, I still saw no people, only desolate scenery.
Just seeing the current scene, it is hard to imagine that this was the top sect that suppressed thousands of sects in the world.
Fang Yu walked slowly and slowly along the road covered with weeds, walking slowly deeper.
After passing through the narrow passage between the two hills, the scene in front of us changed slightly.
It's still desolate, but the architecture is even better.
Treasure pavilion, closed chamber, meeting hall... all the buildings should be there, but they just look dilapidated and unpopular.
Looking from a distance, we can see that at the deepest point, there is a rising mountain behind.
A large part of the back mountain has sunk inward, and in the sunken position, there are two statues that have been somewhat blurred by time.
Fang Yu recognized the identities of these two statues at a glance.
It is the statues of him and Lin Batian himself.
Previously, there were the same statues at the bottom of Earth's Qiankun Mountain, but the two Yuhuamen... were even bigger.
"Who are you?"
At this moment, a figure came from the side.
Fang Yu turned around and saw a haggard male monk in gray robes appearing in front of the door of a thatched cottage more than 200 meters away to the left.
The male monk looked at Fang Yu and the others with alert eyes.
"Are you a disciple of the Yuhua Sect?" Fang Yu asked immediately.
"Yes, who are you?" The male monk's eyes became more alert and he asked with a frown.
"We don't mean any harm." Wuchou said, "We are here...to get some news."
"Inquiring about information? Our Yuhua Sect doesn't have any information. Please come back." The male monk refused with a straight face.
"Our appearance is indeed a bit unexpected. Let me introduce myself first." Fang Yu looked at the male monk and said, "My name is Fang Yu, and I come from the lower plane of the earth."
"Fang Yu..." The male monk's eyes moved slightly, as if he had heard of this name but could not remember it.
Therefore, he still shook his head and said: "I don't know you. You should leave quickly. There is nothing here."
"Ahem..."
At this moment, a cough came from the thatched cottage behind the monk.
"Let him...come in." An old voice sounded.
"Master, they..." The male monk's expression changed and he wanted to speak.
"Let him in." The voice spoke again.
The male monk stopped talking and looked at Fang Yu and the others.
"Come here," the monk said.
Fang Yu and the others walked to the small thatched cottage.
Before you even walk in, you can smell various medicinal smells wafting from the thatched cottage.