'Why does this place become more and more scary the more I look at it?'

When Wu Wan first peeked into the Divine Court of Tiangong, he had already noticed the path of death, which was among the eleven main avenues at the core of Tiangong.

Reproduction, longevity, and death explain the three basic elements of life.

However, because death is the end of life, is feared by living things, and is rejected by the avenue of life, the two avenues of reproduction and longevity have become the leaders of all avenues related to life, and death and life are juxtaposed.

In Wu Wan's current understanding, life and death are balanced, but life is not just "life". Life and death are just two states of life.

'So, the God of Death has nothing to fear.'

Wu Wan murmured in his heart.

Ahead, the pitch-black temple suspended in the crater was emitting wisps of faint light.

There was some hesitation in Wu Wang's eyes, and his heart was beating slightly.

He is also a living being, and has a natural repulsion towards this place. His Taoist heart is shrinking slightly, as if an invisible hand is holding his throat, making it difficult for him to breathe.

The main door of the main hall is in the north.

Wu Wan didn't know what the significance of this was. He tried his best to find out his immortal consciousness, wrapped his whole body with spiritual thoughts, and his soul became very energetic.

Just a little bit away, the little Yuanshen reached out to grab the four small forbidden swords floating around...

"The God of Spring?"

Da Siming's voice suddenly reached Wu Huan's ears.

Wu Wan's forward figure immediately stopped and turned his head slightly to look at Da Siming.

The latter stood out of thin air in the distance, showed a faint smile to Wu Huan, and said leisurely:

"I have actually reserved other positions for you. If you don't like this job, I will take you to the next place."

A method of provoking generals?

Wu Huan thought a little in his heart that the opportunity to come into contact with the Avenue of Death was actually quite rare.

Therefore, Wu Wang pretended to be agitated and immediately turned his head towards the palace door.

Da Siming kept a faint smile on his lips.

When Wu Wan stood firm in front of the dark temple, which was as majestic as an ancient tomb, Da Siming turned around and wanted to leave;

Wu Wan thought of something else and said to Da Siming:

"No matter what, I can't let her look down on me."

After saying that, he walked away and took a few steps into the dark corridor connecting the palace doors.

In the distance, Da Siming's handsome face turned black at a speed visible to the naked eye. He flicked his sleeves for the last time, turned around and disappeared.

In the Temple of Death, Wu Wan showed a calculating smile, calmly walked through the ten-foot-long corridor, and began to take stock of the environment inside the temple.

Different from the darkness, gloominess and solemnity outside, the display inside the hall is very simple, with only a stone coffin lying in the middle of the hall.

The appearance of the main hall is based on a square shape, but the inside of the hall is cylindrical, like a huge birdcage or a regular tomb.

On the continuous arc-shaped walls, scenes of purgatory are carved, as if there are endless creatures roaring and wailing inside, conveying the despair and pain of death.

The floor of the hall seems to be suspended in the air, and below is a pool of hot magma.

Wu Wan looked carefully for a while and found that the ground was covered with a layer of extremely pure Mingli gemstone, and the texture was very comfortable to step on.

Inside the sarcophagus, the fluctuations of the Avenue of Death were heard.

Wu Wan stood at the exit of the corridor and said loudly: "The God of Spring in the Heavenly Palace has come to nourish the body of the God of Death!"

quiet.

Wu Wan waited for a moment, but there was still no response.

He stared at the sarcophagus carefully and shouted: "Where is the God of Death? Please come out and cooperate!"

No response yet?

Are you really sleeping? Have you lost all your awareness?

"God of Death, if you don't respond, I will cast a spell here!"

Wu Wang cleared his throat, made up a spell-casting formula at random, and felt the power of Fengchun God's throne, gathering it in the palm of his hand.

He was chanting:

"Spring is so beautiful, the dead trees are blooming. If they don't bloom, use them as dry firewood to burn."

Aiming at the sarcophagus with the palm of his hand, he pushed it gently, which contained the weak divine power of the dead wood's secret of spring, and floated towards the sarcophagus.

It was like a gentle breeze blowing, but it couldn't move any dust.

Instantly, Wu Huan noticed that the Avenue of Death fluctuated. In the sarcophagus, there seemed to be a little spiritual light, and a sleeping consciousness was awakening.

Before entering this place, Wu Huan kept beating drums in his heart. As a living being, the instinctive fear of death made his heart tremble slightly from time to time.

But after arriving here, Wu Wangdao's heart actually calmed down.

There is no other, because what he perceives and sees are all principles that can be explained and understood by himself.

The one in the sarcophagus is also the spirit of the great road, and it is also a very miserable spirit of the great road that keeps collapsing and reuniting.

Every time they reunite, the previous consciousness is equivalent to death, and the new consciousness will grow haphazardly for a period of time, and then collapse again.

Therefore, from the ancient war between gods to the present, the God of Death has not provided any substantial help to the Heavenly Palace except for holding him back.

And it also consumed a lot of the divine power of the Heavenly Palace.

Wu Wang sat down cross-legged at the entrance and continued to observe the changes in the sarcophagus.

Soon, the fluctuations of the avenue in the sarcophagus calmed down again.

That little flash of consciousness fell silent again.

Wu Wan sent the power of Fengchun twice more. He could feel that the consciousness in the sarcophagus had become slightly stronger, but it was still far away from fully awakening.

'Should we wake up this innate god?'

In a sense, this is a recently born consciousness and should be malleable.

But if the Avenue of Death is used by the Heavenly Palace, the human realm will undoubtedly be under new pressure. This avenue is the nemesis of all living things.

Da Siming asked him, the god of spring, to come and nourish the god of death, which was actually a clever and painstaking move.

Not to mention anything else, even if the God of Death only has the strength of an ordinary god, as long as it appears on the battlefield, it can use the characteristics of the Dao to make the masters of the human domain in an area feel at a loss.

But if we don’t communicate with this consciousness, we will never be able to dig this brick...

Poaching is a destined to be long process and cannot be accomplished overnight. Wu Juan is also prepared to struggle in Tiangong for a long time.

The sooner you get in touch, the more opportunities you have to find the gaps in the wall of the Heavenly Palace.

This requires careful weighing.

"God of Death, we will stop here today."

Wu Wang couldn't make up his mind for a moment and said softly:

"I'll come back in a few days to continue nourishing the body of the God of Death. Say goodbye."

After saying this, Wu Wang cupped his hands in front of the sarcophagus, took two steps back, and turned into a wisp of breeze to escape from the temple.

The sarcophagus seemed to tremble slightly.

Wu Wan paused and observed with his immortal consciousness for a while. He didn't notice any fluctuations in the avenue, so he no longer hesitated, turned around and ran away.

The first contact with the God of Death was not thrilling, not exciting at all.

…

The sun star has made two turns, and the human corona has made two turns.

Heavenly Palace, in the temple of Wu Wan.

The hanging basket that had just been moved from the prison palace was swinging back and forth. The innate god curled up in the hanging basket was holding a piece of light yellow dried fruit, with a little surprise in his eyes:

"Brother asked you to nourish the God of Death?"

"Well," Wu Wan slumped down and put down the book in his hand, "You just want to embarrass me, but I won't be scared by the God of Death."

"That god is also quite miserable. He has been reshaped and collapsed countless times."

Shao Siming sighed softly, opened his mouth slightly, held the dried fruit in his mouth, let the sweet and sour powder wrapped in the outer layer melt on the tip of his tongue, and gently bit the peel.

Wu Wan asked: "Does the God of Death have any explanation?"

"Say... ugh!"

Shao Siming realized that he was speaking out of tune, so he quickly shut up, bit off the dried fruit, chewed it carefully and swallowed it, and then said:

"What does the statement mean?"

Wu Wang said: "Restraint on living beings, or other taboos."

Shao Siming groaned a few times, thought carefully, and said slowly:
To be continued...