Endless pictures rushed into Chen Ling's mind. The pictures were mixed and blurry, like regions and mountains, and they couldn't be seen clearly.
Chen Ling's head was so stretched that it felt like it was splitting, and he was in constant pain.
He gritted his teeth and endured the impact, frantically trying to see the pictures clearly.
Boom! Boom!
The impact of the image passed quickly.
But he didn't see the scene clearly. As soon as he gritted his teeth, Chen Ling used all his will power.
Bang!
Countless images exploded in his head instantly, collapsing like fireworks.
At the last moment of collapse, Chen Ling finally saw a strange picture.
It was a huge mountain, a big black mountain, towering and rising from the ground, its whole body glowing with a penetrating light.
The most striking thing is that the upper part of the black giant mountain has an oval shape, which is as strange as a cover.
This blessed scene was deeply engraved in his heart.
It made his heart palpitate and he couldn't calm down for a long time.
After a long time, the shock subsided, and Chen Ling returned to his senses. He carefully examined the huge mountain, but he was completely confused.
"Where is that giant mountain? Why did it come to me from the spiritual position?"
Chen Ling looked at the coffin and frowned.
There is no doubt that that huge mountain definitely contains some secret.
"It's a pity that the whole picture only shows the mountain clearly. If I could see everything clearly, I should understand."
Chen Ling looked helpless.
Martial Lord's high-level cultivation and perfect will can't even see clearly the scene after scene.
His heart suddenly shuddered, who put those weird pictures into the spiritual tablet?
At least, it is also a powerful holy level.
"This spiritual position... hiss."
Chen Ling took a deep breath.
On the spiritual throne, the word 'Xian' in the word Chen Xian, at some point, turned into the word Feng.
"Chen Feng, Chen Xian became Chen Feng."
Chen Ling's expression kept changing.
"Chen Xian, Chen Feng..." The strange scene just now made Chen Ling realize that something was unusual.
That huge mountain must contain something.
Even the ancestor Chen Feng left it behind just to let future generations know.
But soon, Chen Ling smiled bitterly.
There is only one huge black mountain. The Shenwu Continent is so huge. Where can we find it?
"I wonder if the clan leader knows something." After taking a look at the spiritual tablet, Chen Ling's eyes flashed and he put the spiritual tablet back.
Snap!
I didn't know what I touched under my feet, and there was a crisp sound.
Chen Ling paused and looked down.
He picked up a key from the ground.
It was a blood-colored key, with a rounded blood-colored halo on its surface, and its tentacles were cold.
"When I came in, there was nothing on the ground. How could a bloody key appear?"
Chen Ling turned around suddenly and looked at the spirit tablet that had been put back in its original position.
"Could it be a spiritual position..."
Thinking of this, he was excited and stared at the key closely, his expression constantly changing.
The giant black mountain, the bloody key...is there any connection between them?
After ten breaths, Chen Ling quickly left the ancestral temple.
Shortly after he left, Chen Feng's name changed to Chen Xian again on his spiritual throne.
Inside Chen Tianlong’s study.
"Clan leader, do you know our ancestor Chen Feng?" Chen Ling looked at Chen Tianlong seriously.
"Chen Feng?"
Chen Tianlong's pupils shrank, then he took a deep breath and said, "How did you know?"
The patriarch really knows something.
Chen Tianlong's reaction made Chen Ling feel happy, and he immediately said: "I saw Chen Feng's name in the family tree, and when I awakened my bloodline, I heard the bloodline legacy from my ancestor Chen Feng."
"What?"
Chen Tianlong stood up in shock and looked at Chen Ling in disbelief.
"Clan leader, I want to know something about our ancestor Chen Feng, and why there is no spiritual tablet of Chen Feng in the ancestral temple?"
Chen Ling said in a deep voice.
Chen Tianlong's shocked expression slowly faded away. He sat down again and murmured: "I don't know much about our ancestor Chen Feng. They are all passed down by the successive heads of the Chen family."
"The ancestor Chen Feng founded the Chen family and once entered Wuzhou. His strength is at the Saint level. But the specific level of the Saint level has been too long and there is no specific information."
"Later, the ancestor Chen Feng died, and the Chen family left Wuzhou for unknown reasons, wandered and settled in Dongzhou, and finally settled here."
"I can't remember much about the spiritual position in the ancestral temple, and I don't know which clan leader it was. Anyway, the Chen family was not too weak at that time. He did some tricks to the spiritual position, and Chen Feng's name has since disappeared."
Chen Ling's frown deepened.
"Clan leader, is that all?" There seemed to be no useful information at all.
Chen Tianlong nodded and smiled bitterly: "You don't know, these things were personally passed down to me by the previous clan leader before he left. Some of them he died before he even had time to tell me."
"Moreover, some members of the previous clans died outside, leaving only written records among the clans. It has been so long and has gone through changes that some useful information has been lost."
"Did you find something in the ancestral temple?" Chen Ling ran to him as soon as he left the ancestral temple and asked him something that only the patriarch of the Chen family knew. Chen Tianlong guessed that he found something in the ancestral temple.
Chen Ling nodded and said: "Yes, I saw some pictures from Chen Xian's spiritual tablet, but those pictures were not very clear. I could only see a big black mountain clearly."
"I think that black mountain must be related to our ancestor Chen Feng, or even something left by our ancestor Chen Feng for the descendants of our Chen family."
Chen Tianlong's expression condensed.
"Black Mountain?"
"Wait a moment."
Chen Tianlong slapped his head violently, then stood up and rushed out of the study under Chen Ling's astonished gaze.
"Did the patriarch think of something?"
Seeing the clan leader's furious appearance, Chen Ling's pupils shrank.
While he waited anxiously for nearly a quarter of an hour, Chen Tianlong quickly returned to the study, holding an iron box in his hand.
"What is this?"
Chen Ling looked puzzled.
Chen Tianlong exhaled a breath and said slowly: "This was left by the previous clan leader. I almost forgot about it. I have always kept this box in the family treasure house. If you hadn't suddenly brought up these issues this time, I'm afraid...
I don’t know when I will remember it.”
"The previous patriarch was seriously injured at that time, and he only breathed his last when he returned. Before he died, he gave me this box and only said one sentence: Don't open it and don't lose it."
Chen Tianlong placed the iron box on the table.
"Can't open it, can't lose it?"
Chen Ling looked at the iron box carefully with a suspicious look on his face. There was nothing special about the box, it was just an ordinary iron box.
Chen Tianlong smiled and said: "Now that the Chen family has hope of rising, I think this box should be able to answer some questions."
"In just two years, you have become a Martial Lord, and you will definitely enter the ranks of Saints in the future. It is most suitable for you to open this iron box." (To be continued)