As time went by, Gu Qingyang also visited the entire Xueyang Land.
Until the end, Gu Qingyang was very clear about this place of Blood Yang.
However, when he came to the stone tablet that was highly regarded by many bone cultivators, he felt something different from the stone tablet.
"This stone tablet——"
Gu Qingyang held Gu Qingying and stopped in front of the huge stone tablet. He was silent and his eyes stopped on the stone tablet.
He was looking at the stone tablet.
From the material, carving techniques, and the spells inscribed in the stele, as well as other aspects, to the content of the inscription.
He had read through all the things related to these aspects, and he had read them clearly.
Then, his thoughts began to intertwine.
Through factors such as material, he can judge whether the stone tablets in the Bloody Yang Land are different from the stone tablets he saw in the world outside.
These two are the same thing.
The difference is that the stone tablets in the world outside actually existed a long time ago. Especially the inscriptions on them cannot be changed.
But the stone tablet in the Bloody Yang Land was different. When Gu Qingyang looked at this stone tablet, he could clearly feel a feeling.
That is its inscription, and he seems to be able to modify it. Invisibly, he seems to have the right to modify the inscription.
And this discovery also prompted him to examine his own body.
He felt that if this feeling was true, then he must not have been safe and sound when he was in coma, but had experienced some kind of change.
Sure enough, when he used his spiritual power to examine his body, he saw black lines in his body.
And this, originally, never belonged to him.
He could clearly feel that these black lines were caused by the toxins of the black beetles. However, they were not just toxins.
They are not a pure force, they have existed in his body to this day and have evolved into a mysterious technique.
And the reason why he felt that he could modify the inscription was because the magic in his body would resonate with the stone inscription.
"this--"
Feeling the changes in his body, Gu Qingyang's expression couldn't help but change.
He is different from others. At this moment, such changes have given him a sense of crisis.
If something like this happened to others, others might think it was a good thing.
But now that something like this happened to him, it made him feel that this was an ominous thing and the beginning of destruction.
He once tried to use the God-Swallowing Demon Bones to eliminate those black lines. Of course, the God-Swallowing Demon Bones can accomplish such a thing.
But after doing such a thing, his spiritual power can increase a bit.
But those black lines will appear again in his body at an extremely fast speed.
Because, in this land of blood and Yang, the poisonous power is everywhere.
Here he is, like a man soaked in a jar of poison.
If you want to completely eliminate these black lines.
Otherwise, this secret realm must be completely destroyed.
Either that or he leaves this secret realm.
Otherwise, as long as these black lines exist on his body for a day, he will never find true peace for a day.
Gu Qingyang was not at all happy about such a change. In his opinion, this was tantamount to telling him that he had been controlled by others.
He never liked the feeling of having his destiny controlled by others.
If he liked this feeling, then he would not have enlightened to the seventeen realms in the first place, let alone think of resisting the way of heaven.
He will never have this life either.
But now, he is in trouble.
After seeing this stone tablet, Gu Qingyang discovered that the content of this stone tablet was completely different from the content of the stone tablet in the outside world.
Although he could not fully recognize the contents of the stone tablet in the world outside.
But he can be sure that the stone tablet outside means...
This entire secret realm is a cemetery, the cemetery of that civilization.
Buried here are not only the people of that civilization, but also the entire civilization itself.
How could a cemetery like this be allowed to be disturbed by other civilized people at will?
He didn't believe that that civilized person would be so kind.
Otherwise, when these people came, they shouldn't have been greeted by endless black beetles.
What greeted him should not be the ancient city of Qinjia, nor those more mysterious white beetles.
In just a moment, Gu Qingyang had already figured out a lot of things.
But he stood here and said nothing.
He also did not modify the inscription on this stone tablet.
He knows very well that he has this ability.
But he didn't do this, because if the current situation were compared to a puddle of water.
Then, if we comply with the arrangements of that mysterious existence, then the surface of the water will at least be relatively clear.
But if he resists, he will do something unexpected. Then, the muddy thing shouldn't just be under the water.
He knew very well that that mysterious existence must want to accomplish something.
This matter is either really about inheritance as those bone cultivators said.
Or, as he thought, he wanted to complete a certain ritual.
Perhaps, the mysterious existence of this civilization wants to resurrect a certain person.
Or maybe, this civilized person has other purposes.
Anyway, his guess about the truth has nothing to do with ideals.
In his opinion, the truth will only be an incarnation of the word cruelty.
Beyond that, as long as the truth is involved, there is no other possibility.
However, when he refined those black lines and wanted them to disappear.
He could more or less feel some secrets from those black lines.
When he wants to use his spiritual power to turn those mysteries into practical things.
Those mysteries, at best, can only be turned into broken runes by him.
That is, rune fragments.
If he wants to do more and go further, he will feel great difficulty.
However, such a discovery has already made Gu Qingyang excited.
An idea gradually came into his mind.
If this idea could be known to others, they would definitely exclaim that such an idea is too crazy.
What Gu Qingyang is really thinking about is whether he can first understand those mysterious meanings and then rely on his insights.
Step by step, he would deduce the so-called magical powers of the Zerg, thereby breaking the spell left by the Zerg on his body.
And in this way, not only can he escape from the other party's control, but he can also obtain part of the other party's inheritance.
Of course, he actually doesn't have much interest in the so-called inheritance.
As long as he wants, he can come up with some shocking inheritance at any time.
After all, the trophies from his previous life can definitely be said to be extremely rich.
However, as of now, there is only one person who can make him hand over all that without reservation.
Except for that person.
Others may never be able to do this. But now, it is not the time to leave everything to that person.
Because, he still has to wait.
Wait for that person to be more mature, wait for that person to be more stable, wait for that person's heart to be tough and tenacious to a certain extent.
Only in this way can he feel at ease.
However, Gu Qingyang did not choose to leave in the end. He sat down directly without caring about others' opinions.
He first spread a piece of animal skin on the ground.
Then, he placed the still sleeping Gu Qingying on the piece of animal skin.
Then, he sat cross-legged and slowly, slowly entered the state of cultivation.
And as he gradually entered a meditative state, a different kind of aura gradually formed around him.
With this aura existing, everyone else present felt an invisible pressure.
And this also caused many people to start pointing fingers at him and talking about him.
"Who is this kid?"
"Does he consider this place his home?"
"Humph, I really don't know how to live or die."
"Just wait, someone will be unable to bear it and come out to teach this guy a lesson."
"That's right, we just need to watch it quietly."
"Anyway, the next trial mission has not been announced on this stone tablet."
"We don't have to be impatient. There will be people who are more impatient than us."
…
Voices sounded one after another, and they were the voices of the bystanders.
And these sounds are all related to Gu Qingyang who is practicing.
It has to be said that compared to these bone cultivators, Gu Qingyang is indeed a unique being.
Others practice cultivation deliberately in their respective camps.
It's as if they are following some kind of rules.
The rules are obviously not fixed, but in their hearts, this rule seems to be some kind of iron law that cannot be violated.
But in Gu Qingyang's heart, such rules never existed. He seemed to always act as he pleased.
Whatever you want to do, do it.
He will never do it deliberately, and he will never do it according to the will of others. This is what is special about him, and it is one of the tenets of his life.
And those bystanders, in the midst of these discussions, gradually classified Gu Qingyang as a fool and a dead person.
In their opinion, Gu Qingyang was too arrogant.
They felt that this stone tablet was used by them to check news and obtain information.
They never thought that they could get any peerless magical powers from this stone tablet.
But how could they know that at this moment, Gu Qingyang was forcibly acquiring the so-called inheritance in an unprecedented way.
While Gu Qingyang was sitting cross-legged, the black lines in his body were constantly undergoing the two processes of derivation and destruction.
From this process, Gu Qingyang also understood many of the secrets of the Zerg inheritance.
However, these mysteries alone are not enough to piece it together into a magical power.
"Not enough, not enough -"
Until the end, Gu Qingyang could only obtain spiritual power from the black pattern.
The secrets he obtained seemed to have reached the limit of this black pattern.
"Huh, get out of here!"
However, at this moment, a voice resounded in Gu Qingyang's ears.
And this also caused Gu Qingyang to wake up directly from his meditation practice.