The yellow sand piles up, turning into two sand slopes on both sides. A golden avenue paved with gold is faintly revealed on the ground. On the avenue, simple but ancient cloud patterns are carved on it, turning into steps, leading to
Under the desert.
Beside the road, dozens of golden statues with their heads or half of their bodies exposed stood beside the road. These golden statues had various postures, some had their hands clasped together, some had their hands on their shoulders, and some had their hands raised high.
With both hands and head raised towards the sky, there is also an independent posture like a golden rooster, spreading its wings and ready to fly.
Qin Yang walked to the Golden Avenue and stood there, his face as sinking as water, motionless, and secretly alert in his heart.
This golden wind was strange, but it dissipated after just a stick of incense. After dissipating, this golden avenue immediately appeared. More importantly, this golden avenue was facing me, as if I couldn't wait to tempt myself to enter.
Qin Yang stood here, motionless, just watching quietly.
As time goes by, the surrounding sand dunes slowly move, and the golden sand from the high places slowly flows down, filling the ravines. As the day goes by, the waves originally rise and fall, like the sea, and sometimes rise and fall, like hills.
The desert has once again returned to what it was like yesterday.
As far as the eye can see, there is a vast plain, as flat as a mirror, and the golden desert is shining with dazzling light, but within it is a dead silence, as if the desert itself is dead.
Qin Yang has been standing there, quietly looking at the Golden Avenue, which was once again covered by golden sand, without a trace.
At that time yesterday, we saw a wisp of golden wind appear out of thin air in the northwest. In an instant, it turned into a violent wind, rolling up billions of golden sands and turning into a sandstorm that covered the sky and the sun.
It was another time to burn incense, the golden sand fell, and the sight before my eyes became what I saw yesterday.
Qin Yang closed his eyes and meditated, feeling that something was wrong, very wrong.
That wisp of golden wind appeared too suddenly, but I didn't even feel it at all in my heart. It was like that wisp of golden wind, which should have been there, naturally.
As for the golden statues, when I looked at them, I didn't feel anything wrong at all. But after I closed my eyes, a thought suddenly came to my mind.
It’s different.
Something has changed.
When I opened my eyes and looked again, I couldn't notice anything wrong at all. Everything was natural, the way it should be.
The more this happened, the more Qin Yang felt something was wrong. After thinking for a moment, he took out a blank piece of paper and took a pen to print the scene he saw on the paper.
There are a total of eighteen of these golden statues. Most of them are not fully exposed. More than half of the body is covered under the golden sand. The further inward, the less part is exposed. The two innermost statues only have their heads.
Exposed among the golden sands.
Further inward, there is a faint top of a golden portal, revealing the tip of an iceberg among the golden sand.
After all the rubbings were completed, Qin Yang still stood where he was, not stepping onto the golden road.
Another day passed, and the golden wind suddenly rose again. The golden figure and the golden road emerged again. Qin Yang once again rubbed the scene in front of him with his strokes.
Comparing it with yesterday's rubbing image, Qin Yang's eyes flashed with clarity.
It's really different.
The position of the golden statue was different, and I didn't see a corner of the golden portal today, but I did see it yesterday, and I didn't even remember it at all.
On the contrary, I feel that everything here is natural and should be like this.
The more I think about Qin Yang, the more strange and unpredictable he becomes.
Standing in front of the Golden Avenue, I stood there for more than twenty days in a row, rubbing everything I saw on paper every day.
On this day, Qin Yang took out all the papers again. After comparing them with each other, several of them overlapped. The positions of these golden statues were different every day. In a cycle of 18 days, the position of each golden statue was:
During these eighteen days, there was no repetition.
However, the changing positions of these golden statues have no rules at all, and seem to be completely random.
Qin Yang closed his eyes, and in his mind, he connected the changing positions of each golden statue in the past eighteen days, and then superimposed the changes of each golden statue on top of each other.
Slowly, an extremely complex pattern, like a messy ball of thread, appeared in my mind, but it still had no rules at all.
Qin Yang was not discouraged and continued to peel off the messy threads, layer by layer. At this time, he suddenly felt a familiar feeling. These threads were like countless strange lines.
Overlay and blend together.
A moment later, Qin Yang's pupils suddenly shrank after peeling off the first Dao pattern that looked extremely strange but could not be understood clearly.
There is a hint of weirdness in this dead silence, and a hint of hollow stiffness in the simplicity, which is completely different from the Dao patterns we usually see.
This is Dao pattern, a kind of Dao pattern that is completely different from what we usually learn!
Qin Yang took out a jade slip from his storage bag and carefully compared the Taoist pattern that was stripped out with the contents inside the jade slip for a long while.
"That's it!" Qin Yang looked shocked and finally got the clue.
In the empty mausoleum that I entered before, the stone walls were full of strange scratches carved with fingers. I thought they were words at the time, but they were completely unidentifiable. I could only make out a few words with the strongest remaining thoughts.
, and then I also guessed that apart from those few words, the rest were the strange things that had appeared in the past. I wanted to use my hands to forcefully dig through the mausoleum and leave traces on the stone wall.
At this moment, I finally understood that those traces were the Dao patterns left by the tomb owner. For some reason, they relied on a pair of hands to carve the Dao patterns on the stone wall.
After having this understanding, I looked at everything recorded in the jade slips again, and it suddenly became clear that these were all strange Taoist patterns that I had never seen before.
Comparing it with the messy threads in my mind, I quickly got the clue.
The messy threads were decomposed into odd-style patterns. These patterns had stiff edges and stiff lines, and seemed to be forcibly pieced together as straight lines.
Trying to draw an outline on the paper, the surrounding death aura immediately surged into the Dao lines. The dead, cold, and forbidding breath suddenly burst out from the paper. The paper turned into a soundless
It is impossible for the powder to carry this Dao pattern.
After sorting out all these things, try to outline them in your mind, and then connect them with each other according to the transformation method of the eighteen golden statues.
Everything I saw before my eyes suddenly changed completely.
The eighteen golden statues still have different postures, but they have all turned into completely different forms of tragic death. The only thing that has not changed is that the eighteen golden statues still have their eyes closed.
The Golden Avenue has also completely changed, turning into a forested avenue paved with countless bones.
The golden portal at the end has also been transformed into the skull of an unknown giant beast with a huge mouth, waiting for those who come to step in.