Antiquity

Chapter 30
Feng Ran stayed in the Zizhu courtyard, seeing the red silk thread on Qing Mu's body that had invaded his heart, his heart sank to the bottom of the valley.

Three days have passed, although a message from Jingjian said that Houchi had successfully entered the pilgrimage hall, but Fengran was still worried, if she didn't come back in time, Qingmu might...

Thinking of this, she got up and walked out, pushed open the door, and with a bang, a blue figure fell to the ground.

"Mr. Fengran, you want to go out?" The confused voice was a little surprised, Pingyao wiped the saliva from his mouth, saw Fengran pushed open the door, and hurriedly got up from the ground.

Seeing that the boy was still in a daze, Feng Ran twitched the corners of her mouth and nodded: "I can't wait any longer, you take me to the pilgrimage hall."

Pingyao responded, glanced worriedly into the room, and said: "Second Highness has an explanation, let me listen to you, and I will take you there now." He turned his head, stared at Fengran again, As soon as the voice turned around, there was a bit of a flattering smile, and the black eyes were shining brightly: "Shangjun, it's the first time I've seen my highness be so caring about others, I think he probably has a crush on you, You are really lucky. Our Highness is ranked high in the Three Realms, and the princesses of the Dragon Palace once beat him to death for a calligraphy..."

"Nonsense." Fengran's brows froze, and she swept Pingyao's sleeve angrily, and said, "It's his blessing to like Ben Shangjun, lead the way."

Pingyao was not annoyed at being scolded, just laughed "hehe" and ran out of Zizhu courtyard cheerfully.

The barrier outside the pilgrimage hall was still calm, Jing Jian looked at the dark area with a solemn expression, and sighed.

"Jing Jian, is there any news from Houchi?"

Feng Ran's voice suddenly rang in his ears, Jing Jian turned around, saw her face was cold, shook his head and said, "No, since God entered three days ago, there has been no movement at all."

"Then is there a way to find out what's going on inside?" Feng Ran walked closer, but was suddenly grabbed by Jing Jian's outstretched hand.

"Don't go there, with your spiritual power, once you get close, you will be wiped out."

The young man's expression was serious, the hand on his wrist was extremely stiff, Feng Ran nodded and stepped back, presumably Jing Jian had been guarding here for the past three days, and he was quite worried.

"The three-day period is coming soon, I hope Houchi can come out before sunset."

A soft sigh resounded in the quiet square, Jing Jian turned his head to look at Feng Ran, his eyes were tender and tender: "Don't worry, father will definitely bring Hou Chi out safely."

Unprepared to be stared at like this, Feng Ranwu was taken aback. She seemed to have seen those eyes somewhere before...

In the empty space, the Emperor of Heaven sat cross-legged in mid-air, looked at the Houchi not far away that was still shrouded in golden light, and secretly admired that the inheritance of the ancient true god was really good. This palace is just a relic of the ancient true god. Spiritual power is not much, but in three days, Houchi's low spiritual power soared to Shangjun. If it continues, it is not impossible for her to reach the peak of Shangjun.

However, the Emperor of Heaven frowned slightly. If this continued, Qingmu might really be hopeless. The dragon's breath was more than just destroying the spirit veins!
If Houchi was just a spiritual power inheritance, it should have ended long ago...

A steady stream of spiritual power gushes out from the main hall and pours into the body of Houchi. Under the blurred halo, only her slightly frowned eyebrows and clenched hands can be seen. As the inheritance gradually comes to an end, a subtle soul imprint Floating out of the hall, Houchi suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes were burning, and the seal in his hand came out, turning into a dense barrier, but the golden soul shot straight into Houchi's eyes without any hindrance.

Suddenly, the golden light around Houchi was as bright and thick as if it were real, and a heaven-defying coercion dissipated from her in an instant, and the Emperor of Heaven who was sitting cross-legged opened his eyes suddenly. The pure spiritual power actually faintly bears the imprint of the ancient true god... Could it be that 6 years cannot melt away the soul imprint engraved in the spiritual power?

How terrifying is the ancient true god...?Suppressing the inexplicable horror in his heart because of the imprint of the soul, the Heavenly Emperor looked at the golden light with a complicated expression.

Under the shroud of golden light, she couldn't see the scene inside at all. As the soul merged into Houchi's eyes, the clarity in her eyes gradually became dim, and the tea-black eyes gradually became hollow, bit by bit. The black hair scattered on the shoulders grew inch by inch, reaching to the ankles, the pure purple robe instantly turned into a simple and deep black color, and the gold-plated brocade belt was loosely tied around the waist, In the turn, the appearance is peerless, and the youth in the world is lost.

In the depths of the spiritual sea, Houchi was completely unaware of her changes. She couldn't leave with all her strength, so she could only raise her eyes to look around, but when she raised her hands, she saw the scene of heaven and earth in the empty space in the distance, and her expression suddenly became stunned .

The human world is in turmoil, the people are displaced, the ghost world is out of order, ghosts are floating in the world, the demon world is covered by floods, demons ravage the world, and the gods in the fairy world no longer have the spiritual power to serve all living beings-the three worlds are in chaos, the world is vast and lonely, and there will never be peace.

This is... the portraits of all living beings in the three realms when the chaos came 6 years ago!
However, under such a doomsday, where is the ancient world?Where are the ancient gods?Houchi murmured, frowning, even she never thought that the catastrophe of chaos would be such a terrifying existence... Humans, immortals, demons, demons, the world is destroyed, and there is no more pure land.

The picture changes suddenly, in the grand and vast space, there are spiritual mountains all over, the birds are singing peacefully, and there is a peaceful atmosphere.The four palaces standing in the sky are located in four directions, supporting the huge world like pillars. Infinite spiritual power comes out from these four palaces, turning into a rich barrier to block all disasters outside.This place seems to be the only remaining pure land in the Three Realms, but it looks extraordinarily empty and lonely. Houchi saw that one of the temples was very similar to the pilgrimage hall, and he knew that this place must be the ancient world that had long been dusty.

The scene of the ancient world slowly disappeared, an altar floated quietly in the prehistoric, the inkstone chains came out from the altar and connected to the sky, and numerous ancient inscriptions were engraved on it, showing a little bit of desolation.

Just looking at this weird scene, a sense of despair can be felt in the bottom of my heart. Houchi lowered his eyes, felt the cold sweat gradually breaking out from his palms, heaved a sigh of relief, and looked towards the altar.

There, a woman in a black robe stood on the edge of the altar, with her back facing her, her long hair swaying without the wind, and the wooden hairpin carved in stone casually held her long hair, and she stood upright. In the vast universe, she seemed to be the only one left alone. One person is facing the catastrophe of this world.

"Shang Gu, stop, even if you can save the Three Realms, you will be turned into ashes, but as long as you are not destroyed, the Ancient Realm is not destroyed, and the Three Realms will be reborn sooner or later..."

The man in the black and white robe was stopped outside the altar, and he couldn't see clearly, but the voice was filled with endless unwillingness.

"The Three Realms are the painstaking effort of God the Father. He entrusted the Three Realms to me before he turned into heaven and earth. No matter what, I will not let the Three Realms be destroyed in my hands."

A pale voice sounded slowly, neither sad nor happy, but full of disappointment in seeing through the world. The woman turned her head slightly, looked at the people outside the altar, finally revealed a little guilt in her eyes, sighed lightly, and walked towards the center of the altar .

"Shang Gu, if he hadn't let you down, you would have given up on the ancient world, us, and yourself."

The white-robed man suddenly stood outside the altar, swinging his hands lightly, a huge halo emanated from him, and blasted towards the formation outside the altar, but it had no effect at all. break into.

"The chaos of the Three Realms and the catastrophe of chaos were caused by me. If it weren't for my mistake, it would not have caused the big mistake today. It has nothing to do with other things. I have ruled the world for thousands of years. I should bear the consequences and save all living beings. Give up, this formation is my origin No one can split it, and from now on... all the beings of the three realms will be entrusted to you."

The soaring red light around the altar instantly rose with these words. The woman in black stood in the center of the altar, and the huge spiritual power slowly spread from the altar with the aura of destroying heaven and earth. Even the rioting Three Realms were here. Trembling faintly under the force, let out a roar of lament.

With the sound of the explosion, the figure in the altar closed her eyes, and the mysterious and long-lasting Sanskrit words floated in the sky and the earth, and the sound of ancient singing resounded in the sky. The chaotic Three Realms surged forward.

Wherever the golden light went, the tide receded, the monsters returned to their positions, all things were reborn, and the vitality of the three realms appeared immediately. However, in the golden light, the pure black hair turned into snow white and faded to transparency in an instant.

"Shang Gu, please, stop!"

The mournful cry was annihilated in the great changes of the world. The man in black knelt in mid-air, looking at the gradually illusory figure in the golden light, his eyes filled with despair.

"If you are not here, I will destroy the Three Realms, have you heard, have you heard!"

The hoarse shout passed through the altar, and finally fell on the ears of the person who was about to disappear. A low sigh slowly sounded, and the woman in black turned her head, with a touch of nostalgia in her eyes that she didn't even realize.

"I'm sorry, all living beings are my responsibility. From then on, the Three Realms are for me, and I am for the Three Realms. From now on, I will...please you."

Accompanied by this sigh-like murmur, the black figure disappeared one by one, turned into flying smoke, and disappeared in this vast world.

The ancient true god, who has since fallen, is with the heaven and the earth.

"In ancient times, you allowed me to live forever with the three realms, the six realms, but if you weren't here, how could I live forever in this boundless world?

In the end, when the man outside the altar raised his eyes, he only had time to see the last touch of her smile when she looked back, ethereal and youthful.

The catastrophe that destroyed the world slowly disappeared, leaving only the man in black standing alone on the other side of the reborn Three Realms, looking at the world, the black and white back seemed to be transformed into an eternal black color in this world, full of despair. Render the entire world.

The sea of ​​spirits became peaceful and serene. Houchi stared blankly at the dark and white back, her eyes were hot, and her fingertips were pierced into her palms. Suddenly, even breathing became painful, and an indescribable sadness hit her heart. She slowly He raised his hand slowly, as if he wanted to touch the ethereal figure, but... in an instant, all the pictures dissipated, and everything returned to nothingness.

Hou Chi stared blankly at her palm, the scorching hot touch that seemed to be able to burn people made her heart palpitate secretly, but it was just a remnant soul left by the ancient true god, which could have such a great influence on her.

The scene just now should be the scene of the ancient true god saving the Three Realms in the chaotic catastrophe more than 6 years ago, but... I didn't expect this scene to remain in this ancient palace, and it has not disappeared for tens of thousands of years.

If the ancient true god saved the three worlds with one person, how did the other three true gods disappear, and why the ancient world was sealed up... Also, Hou Chi slowly raised his head and looked at the empty space with a complicated expression, then Who is the man in black clothes?
While thinking about it, Houchi suddenly felt a dull pain in the depths of her soul, and a suction force pulled her out of this dark place and headed for the bright place...

The moment Houchi's soul recovered, the pure black robe on her body, the blue silk down to her ankles, and her peerless youthful face all returned to normal without leaving a trace.

And that grand and simple palace also suddenly disappeared, submerged in this vast space again.

The golden light gradually faded, and the Heavenly Emperor who was guarding the side twitched his brows, and flew to Houchi's side. His divine sense probed Houchi's body slightly, and he was a little surprised. He didn't even reach the peak, but then he thought that this was a great opportunity, and he felt relieved. After all, if he relied on self-cultivation, it might be difficult to condense his spiritual power to such a level in a thousand years.

There is no time in the spiritual sea, and I don't know how long time has passed. When Houchi opened her eyes, she suddenly saw the light, which made her feel tired as if she had been reborn. She felt that the spiritual power in her body had risen to the Lord. Slow down, thinking of Qingmu, seeing the Emperor of Heaven guarding the side, said anxiously: "Emperor of Heaven, let's go back to the Heavenly Palace."

"Houchi, it's too late. Three days have passed. Even if I go back, Qingmu will be at a loss." The Emperor of Heaven shook his head, looked outside the dark barrier, sighed, and woke up in Houchi. The moment he came over, he found that the confinement of this empty space had been released, but it was delayed for a few more hours, even if he went, there was nothing he could do.

Hearing the words of the Emperor of Heaven, Hou Chi was stunned suddenly, his eyes showed a little panic: "How could it be, if Qing Muruo's spiritual veins are completely destroyed..."

"Houchi..." The Heavenly Emperor paused, hesitated for a moment before saying: "There is one thing that even Jing Jian doesn't know, the three-headed fire dragon is the body of a demigod, and his dragon's breath is more than just destroying the spirit veins."

"What do you mean?" Hou Chi froze and looked at the Emperor, feeling uneasy in his heart.

"When the dragon's breath enters the body, first the spirit veins will be destroyed, and then his body will not be able to withstand the high temperature and heat, and will be completely incinerated, disappearing in smoke."

"How is it possible..." Houchi looked at the Emperor in a daze, and murmured.

The spirit veins were destroyed, the body was burned, and the smoke disappeared...

If she hadn't suddenly accepted the inheritance of the pilgrimage hall, if she hadn't been trapped in the void, Qingmu would have been fine. Houchi's eyes were full of regret and self-blame, and he rushed towards the barrier.

The Emperor of Heaven saw that Houchi was full of panic, shook his head, sighed, and flew out together, but... when he was close to the barrier, he suddenly stopped, his face changed drastically, and he suddenly raised his head through the dense formation Looking at the place of Tiangong—there is calm and calm, but it is just a place for Qingmu to recuperate.

(End of this chapter)