All the way towards the building complex, not long after, a strange, lifeless building complex that looked like a coffin appeared in front of Qin Yang.
A large group of large coffin houses are scattered and orderly, like an ordinary village. There is a small courtyard in front of the house, and the doorways are all stone gates, shaped like tombstones.
The whole village is filled with lifeless energy. The rich life force is suppressed in the village without any leakage. There are no living creatures around the village. At the entrance of the village, there are tombs standing on both sides.
, in front of every tomb, there is a tablet without words.
Extremely weird.
Qin Yang looked left and right, sensing carefully, but he didn't sense anything unusual at all. These tombs were just like the tombs of ordinary mortals. They were ordinary earthen mounds, except for the faint traces of deathly energy escaping from them.
, there is no other exception.
When he walked up and took a look, Qin Yang immediately noticed something different. The front of the wordless monument was bare, but there were traces of carving on the corners on the back.
After walking around to look behind the tombstone, I saw two columns of writing engraved on the tombstone.
"The 178th generation peak master of Blood Mist Peak, Lan Hai."
"He died in Huliang for ninety thousand years and rested in Huliang for ninety-three thousand years."
Looking at a tombstone next to it, there are still words engraved on the back.
"The eighty-first-generation clan master Lan died in Huliang for 76,000 years and rested in Huliang for 81,000 years."
Looking down one by one, these tombs turned out to be the ancestors of the Demonic Stone Sect, the last ones being the peak masters, elders, and even more supreme elders. There were eight of them among the sect masters alone.
"Could it be that all these people's consciousness will not be destroyed after death and they will turn into ominous souls?" Qin Yang murmured to himself, quite surprised.
The Demon Stone Ancestral Tomb is really a little too weird.
After the death of monks, most of them return to dust, earth to earth, their souls are shattered, and their consciousness dissipates. Even if their bodies do not turn into powder immediately, they will decay over time and slowly return to heaven and earth.
Some monks died with so much resentment that they held it in their chests and never dispersed. If they were buried in the wrong place, they might turn into zombies. However, at that time, the consciousness was reborn from the body and was already the same as the predecessor.
They have nothing to do with each other anymore. Even though there are some powerful zombies with extraordinary talents and alien species that can awaken some memories of their predecessors, their consciousness itself is already two completely different people.
Or, some monks have powerful souls and their bodies decay after death. They may turn into ghosts and start over again by practicing ghost cultivation.
However, there are very few ominous souls that can survive in the world with their incomplete consciousness, dragging their dead bodies with them after death. Beings like Zixiao Daojun were too strong in life to be able to do this.
And every one of those buried here survived for at least a thousand years after death. Some powerful ones only fell into true sleep after thousands of years.
Qin Yang sighed secretly, and when he turned around and looked at the village again, his pupils suddenly shrank and his hair stood on end.
At some point behind him, an old man with a strong sense of death and a shriveled and gray body appeared.
The old man stood there, staring at Qin Yang with his turbid eyes, and gave an ugly smile: "Don't be afraid, we are different from those ominous souls outside."
The old man didn't care how Qin Yang reacted, he walked forward, touched a tombstone, and said to himself: "This senior brother had the best relationship with the old man during his lifetime, but a thousand years ago, his consciousness also dissipated and entered eternity.
The long sleep of rest will not last long, and in another hundred years, you will completely pass away from this world."
Qin Yang took a step back, already holding the pen holder and the Blood Lama in his hand, always on guard. The death energy around this old man was extremely strong, and it was three points stronger than the one he met when he first entered the Demon Stone Ancestral Tomb.
The difference is also extremely obvious. Although the old man has a strong sense of death, his consciousness is very clear and there is no trace of madness. In his words, the memory of his old friend can be clearly felt.
"Don't be nervous. Since you can enter here, it is also a blessing. After we die, we will become ominous, our will will gradually disappear, and our humanity will gradually lose. But if we leave the ancestral tomb, we will lose it faster. The weaker ones will fly immediately.
The smoke disappeared, and later we accidentally discovered this place. Only here can we not go crazy and retain consciousness until we fall into eternal sleep."
"Then why did you enter the ancestral tomb one after another and find out the strange truth about the ancestral tomb? Are you just hiding here to not go crazy?" Qin Yang was a little silent, and the tension in his heart, for some reason, dissipated a lot.
"The so-called truth is that this ancestral tomb itself is weird. As for the specifics, we have recorded the information we found in a book. When the exits overlap tomorrow, we will send you away. You can take it away and bring it back to the Holy Sect.
, leave it to the contemporary sect leader, as for us, why are we hiding here..." The old man let out a long sigh.
"You know there are many creatures, but what's the difference between humans and those ignorant beasts?"
The old man did not wait for Qin Yang to answer, but asked and answered by himself.
"Beasts exist in the world to live, while humans live for experience and memory. After the death of the body, it comes and goes empty, remaining in oneself, with only memory, the experience of this life,
Enlightenment, everything turns into memories, these are the rivers that carry us forward. When we reach the peak of our journey, all memories turn into nothingness, and then we truly die. We don’t want to throw away these, and would rather die than do you.
You don’t understand living.”
"Let's go, let's take you in to meet other people. Before everyone has forgotten, I can teach you something and let you take it out. It can also be regarded as proof of our existence in the world. This place is ominous. Tomorrow, you
Just leave."
The old man led the way. Qin Yang hesitated and followed the old man's footsteps.
If this old man wanted to kill himself, it shouldn't be difficult. He said so much at this moment, and it shouldn't be very malicious. He is indeed completely different from the undead souls seen outside.
Entering the village, you will see many courtyard doors opening, and ominous souls walking out of them. Some are nodding, some are smiling, some are majestic, and their eyes are scrutinizing, but none of them have any malicious intentions.
Halfway through the journey, Qin Yang suddenly saw a broken-handled sledgehammer covered with dust in one of the courtyards. For some reason, a familiar feeling suddenly arose in his heart.
"Senior, what is that?" Qin Yang pointed at the broken-handled sledgehammer with a trace of doubt in his eyes.
"Oh, that one is the portable magic weapon of a senior, but it was damaged. He brought it in after his death as a souvenir." The old man replied casually: "If you like it, take it. There are quite a few here.
Everyone has left behind magic weapons, but most of them have lost their power."
"No, I'm just asking casually." Qin Yang shook his head, what's the use of it if it's already damaged.
The familiar feeling just now disappeared in an instant. Qin Yang couldn't help but secretly laugh at himself. If he really saw any treasure, he would feel familiar...