"Qingyang Lord, it turns out that he is one of the seventy-two divine Lords of Yang Shen Ditian..."
These seventy-two divine kings are not just canonized casually. According to this handwriting, in the ancient times, the chaotic universe ended, and the ancestor gods who were in charge of the way of heaven were also annihilated.
At this time, the laws of heaven that remained in the Twelve Emperor Heavens spontaneously condensed into the Supreme Dao Seal without the constraints of the ancestor gods.
In Yang Shen Ditian, there are a total of seventy-two seals of this great law.
Each supreme Dao seal represents a kind of Dao, and these Dao seals are distributed to the seventy-two divine monarchs and become the divine monarch's seals that symbolize the authority of the divine monarch!
The one who can control the Seal of the God Sovereign is one of the true seventy-two God Sovereigns!
The Seal of the Divine Sovereign is very important to the Divine Sovereign. It is not only a symbol of identity, but also a symbol of strength. A true Divine Sovereign can refine the Seal of the Divine Sovereign into his body and roast it with his own essence and blood.
Get powerful power from the seal.
Since ancient times, fortune and misfortune have depended on each other. The Seal of the God Sovereign is so powerful. Naturally, there are countless warriors who want to get it. Therefore, it is not easy to secure the position of the God Sovereign in Yang Shen Emperor Heaven. There may be something coming.
Challenges and assassinations came from all directions.
"I didn't expect that Lord Qingyang would be such a first-class figure in the Emperor Yang God's Heaven."
Although there was no description in the handwriting, Yi Yun knew without thinking that there were as many masters in each level of the twelve emperors' heavens, far beyond the world where the Tianyuan Realm existed.
The owner of Chunyang Sword Palace and the bronze giant that Yi Yun saw in his dream should also come from the Twelve Emperor Heavens.
When Yi Yun turned the handwritten book to the last page, he saw a token embedded in the book. The token had "Qingyang" written on the front and the word "order" on the back.
Token?
Yi Yun picked up the token. It was quite heavy and felt cold. The material was neither gold nor jade. Yi Yun had never seen such a material before. Maybe this material also came from the Twelve Emperor Heavens.
After taking away the token, Yi Yun saw a paragraph of text in the ancient book where the token was originally embedded.
"Qingyang Order, after refining this order, you can freely enter Qingyang Palace and God Advent Tower!"
Um?
Yi Yun's eyes lit up. This token has such effects. It is equivalent to the key to this hall.
Holding the token in his hand, Yi Yun felt a wave of energy emitting from the token. This wave echoed with the formation that maintained the hall.
"I see. Holding this token can control the formations in this hall to a certain extent."
Once Yi Yun sensed it, he immediately understood.
"Yi Yun, when great powers opened caves in ancient times, they often set up some core objects. By refining them, they would become half the owners of the cave. You can refine this Qingyang Order." Beside Yi Yun.
, Lin Xintong said.
Qingyang Palace is a core place in the Empress' Secret Realm. Just by being able to enter and exit freely, the value of this token is already unimaginable. If you take it out, all the sects in Tianyuan World will be jealous. If
They know that this is the token left by the Twelve Emperors of Heaven, so they will fight for it at all costs. The Twelve Emperors of Heaven are mysterious and distant existences to the forces in the Tianyuan world.
Of course Lin Xintong wanted such a treasure, but she knew that the fact that she was able to reach this point alive and see the core of the God Advent Tower was all thanks to Yi Yun.
Not to mention this token, even if all the opportunities here were given to Yi Yun, she still felt that it was natural. Yi Yun had saved her life several times.
Moreover, Lin Xintong had a special feeling for Yi Yun. Lin Xintong felt that the opportunity that Yi Yun got was as if it was her own.
"Well, okay...we can use it together then."
As Yi Yun spoke, the vitality in his body circulated, imprinting his blood mark on the token. In this way, Yi Yun and the token felt like they were connected by blood.
With just a thought in his mind, his perception immediately spread to all parts of Qingyang Palace, and he felt every energy fluctuation in the hall.
Yi Yundao: "Qingyang Lord not only left a handwriting on the pillar, but the token can also control the main hall and freely enter and exit the God Advent Tower. The relationship between him and the empress' senior seems to be very unusual."
Yi Yun had already made a guess when he saw the handwriting. In this case, since there was no news from the ancient empress, could it be that she went to the Twelve Emperor Heavens?
Facing what happened endless years ago, no one can explain clearly.
The moment the token was put away by Yi Yun, the formation in the hall suddenly fluctuated, and a light door quietly appeared.
Yi Yun and Lin Xintong looked at each other. The cold voice said before that they could go to three main halls, the second one after the Light Gate.
Yi Yun and Lin Xintong walked into the light door hand in hand. They felt a flash of light before their eyes, and another scene suddenly appeared.
Small bridges, flowing water, and small buildings in the forest are all covered with ice and snow, making it a crystal clear paradise.
The cups placed on the coffee table and the xylophone placed in the pavilion all make people feel that there are still people living here. The owner here is only leaving temporarily.
Yi Yun had the same feeling at first, but soon he discovered that energy was also fluctuating here. The scene in front of him was permanently fixed in this moment by the formation.
"When everything calms down in the future, you and I will return here together and spend the rest of our lives together." Yi Yun saw such a letter beside the xylophone.
The ink marks on it also seemed to have been left just now. Although there was no name left, you could tell at a glance from the handwriting that it was left by Lord Qingyang.
"It seems that this is indeed the case. I had guessed before that Senior Qingyang Jun should be the dual cultivator of Senior Empress!"
Yi Yun thought of the words left by Lord Qingyang on the pillar: "The blue rainbow penetrates the sun and breaks the blood moon, and the ice soul is so cold that it seals the abyss of the gods."
The first sentence of this poem talks about Qingyang Jun himself, and the second sentence talks about the ancient empress.
Even the Empress' Secret Realm may have been jointly created by the ancient Empress and Qingyang Jun.
"What a divine couple..."
Lin Xintong's slender hands gently touched the xylophone, and a strange light flashed in her eyes.
Both were born with inexhaustible bloodlines and were chosen heirs. Although Lin Xintong and the ancient empress had never come into contact, they had an inexplicable feeling of intimacy.
Stroking the xylophone, one seems to see the independent woman playing the xylophone in the snow, while Lord Qingyang is singing with wine at the coffee table.
This kind of life is really enviable.
Lin Xintong couldn't help but reveal a hint of yearning in her heart, and she couldn't help but glance at Yi Yun.
"Looking at this handwriting, Senior Qingyang Jun and the ancient empress planned to come back, but they never came back here. I don't know what happened to them."
Yi Yun frowned slightly, as someone like Qingyang Jun or the ancient empress could not act according to the plan, and even never came back after that. What happened here was probably beyond his imagination.
Inside the small building, everything is fresh and elegant, and even a few extremely simple winter plums are blooming in the vases.
Yi Yun and Lin Xintong walked gently around the room with respect for the ancient empress and Lord Qingyang. Everything here made people feel uncomfortable.
"Huh? There!" Lin Xintong pointed. In the empress' room, there was a simple and simple bookshelf.
Everything in the small building is clear at a glance, there is nothing special, but the bookshelf is filled with jade slips.
Yi Yun glanced at Lin Xintong and saw that Lin Xintong, who was usually calm, was breathing a little heavier at this time. It was obvious that she was feeling quite uneasy at this time.
She was born with a dead pulse that burdened her with too much. She vowed to renew the dead pulse and change her life against the will of heaven. But now, on this bookshelf, she might be able to find an opportunity. No matter how indifferent her character is, at this time
I can't help but feel uneasy.
At this moment, she suddenly felt her other hand being wrapped by another hand.
Lin Xintong looked at Yi Yun, and Yi Yun said softly: "We have come this far, and we will eventually find the method of continuing the dead line left by the ancient empress. It's just a matter of sooner or later."
"Um!"
Lin Xintong nodded, and she gently touched the jade slips on the bookshelf. The books and jade slips here were not stained with a trace of dust, and they looked as if someone had cleaned them from time to time. (To be continued.)