Ancient Gods

Speaking of Buddhism, Mo Yang's thoughts wandered and he thought of an old monk.

A few years ago, before he left Xuantian Continent for the Star Territory, Xuantian Continent was in great chaos. Strong men from several ancient lands of the ancient races were chasing him everywhere. At that time, many major forces directly closed down their sects. , the same is true for Buddhism, but there is an exception for an old monk.

It was an old sweeping monk who was guarding the gate of Fo Zong Mountain. In Mo Yang's view, the old monk was a senior with great righteousness. When this continent was in the most chaos, all the eminent monks of Fo Zong chose to protect themselves. , but he stayed outside alone, taking action against the powerful ancient race again and again.

Mo Yang looked at the place where the Buddha Sect was located, and sighed softly: "After a while, I really should go to the Buddha Sect to meet that senior!"

Xiyan didn't ask any more questions. She had peeked into Mo Yang's memory and vaguely guessed the person Mo Yang was referring to!

Not long after, Mo Yang suddenly stopped and frowned slightly. Xi Yan first dispersed her spiritual thoughts and silently sensed in all directions, but found nothing unusual. Then she looked at Mo Yang and asked with some confusion: "What's wrong? ?”

"It's strange that we haven't seen any humans during this journey. Although the place we are traveling is very remote, and this southern wilderness is indeed sparsely populated compared to other areas, it is not like that..." Mo Yang He frowned and spoke.

Xi Yan silently recalled that after they left the ancient wild land, the places they traveled along the way were all inaccessible barren mountains and wild ridges. After all, they were traveling in the air. However, in such a continent, they did not see a single figure along the way, which was indeed a bit strange. .

"Let's go, go directly to the Buddha Sect and take a look!" Mo Yang thought for a while and said.

If something shocking happens, even if the Buddha Sect is still proclaiming itself a sect, the old monk who sweeps the floor will definitely know about it. He will know when the time comes, so he can prepare as soon as possible.

Immediately, Mo Yang didn't stop and headed straight towards the direction where the Buddha Sect was located, with Xi Yan silently following behind.

Not long after, the Buddha Sect was already in sight, and from a distance, Mo Yang could sense that this sect, which was known as the strongest in the Southern Wilderness, was still proclaiming itself.

Once upon the birth of the ancient race, the Xuantian Continent was in chaos. In order not to be affected, the Buddha Sect directly opened the great formation left by the Buddha, closed the sect directly, and completely cut off the outside world, leaving only the old monk sweeping the floor.

When Mo Yang and Xi Yan landed outside the gate of Fo Zong Mountain, he spread his mind and sensed everywhere, but he couldn't sense the aura of the old monk sweeping the floor at all.

It seems that the Buddhist sect has closed the sect for too long. The place is no longer as solemn as it once was. Instead, it is desolate and overgrown with weeds, giving people a sense of ruin!

Mo Yang sensed it several times, but he had indeed never sensed the aura of the old sweeping monk, and no one had set foot here for too long.

Mo Yang said: "This is an imperial inheritance, but countless years have passed. Nowadays, these so-called eminent monks only use the name of saving all sentient beings. They are full of benevolence, righteousness and morality, and they are called to eliminate demons and defend the Tao. However, they themselves are not good or evil. Discrimination is just a matter of persuasion."

"When the people of the mainland were in danger of life and death, they only cared about self-preservation, and even abandoned their common Zen principles."

After speaking, Mo Yang turned around and left. Without seeing the old monk, Mo Yang could only go and look elsewhere.

Xiyan comforted her: "Don't worry too much. You have only been away for a few years. Every continent has experienced catastrophes, but the inheritance of the human race has not been cut off to this day!"

Mo Yang didn't say a word, he directly jumped into the air and flew towards a city in the southern wasteland.

Not long after, Mo Yang and Xi Yan arrived outside Rizhao Golden City. This was a relatively bustling city in the Southern Wilderness, connecting the Southern Wilderness and the Central Territory. Mo Yang once came here to take pictures of elixirs.

Flying down a few miles outside the city, Mo Yang finally breathed a sigh of relief as he looked at the figures coming in and out of the city gate.

"Let's go in and take a walk. People here have many different identities. How about the mainland? You should be able to get the answer here!" Mo Yang said and walked directly towards the city gate.

Now he and Xi Yan have both changed their appearance and cultivation aura with the Hua Zi Scroll, and with their current cultivation, as long as they deliberately hide it, in the eyes of others, they are just two ordinary people.

Not long after, they entered Rizhao Golden City. At first glance, they saw that this place was not much different from before.

Xi Yan was very uncomfortable with the people coming and going on the street, so she just followed Mo Yang closely.

And Mo Yang was in a trance. In the more than seven years in the Star Territory, he had never seen such a scene. With a glance, they could instantly understand the cultivation level of the passers-by.

For the two of them today, these cultivators are obviously very weak, because most of the pedestrians coming and going are below the realm of saints. There are very few people in the realm of saints, and you can only see one occasionally.

The holy realm level is the first level in the Star Territory. The spirits of heaven are born to be holy, but it is obviously different on the human continent.

Although Mo Yang seemed to be just walking silently on the street with Xi Yan, in fact, he was secretly searching the memories of passers-by.

This kind of thing is naturally easier for Xi Yan. Even Mo Yang can't escape her prying eyes, let alone these low-level cultivators.

She looked a little weird and couldn't help but look at Mo Yang several times.

Mo Yang was fine at first, but as he secretly searched for more and more cultivator memories, his expression gradually changed, becoming a little colder and a little solemn.

He searched for a lot of information, and a lot of it was about him.

For more than seven years, Xuantian Continent was indeed very peaceful in the first few years. Because of the influence of the great war, the ancient races were silent, and the major human forces were also very honest.

But then it gradually changed. Even though several supreme beings of the ancient races had fallen, from the fifth year on, young strong men of the ancient races gradually walked out of the fog and moved around the continent as before.

Soon after, news came out on the continent that he had fallen. The more it spread, the more it was said that he was completely wiped out by the great war.

There were even rumors that the great war was caused by Mo Yang, and it originated from the tower on his body. With Mo Yang's death, the strongest existence that had taken action would naturally not come to Xuantian Continent again.

Then, in addition to the increasingly active ancient races, the ancient families and ancient forces that had been hidden in the world on this continent also began to stir.

What's worse is that not long after, several so-called immortal creatures came out from the ancient fog. They were not powerful enough to be immortal, but extremely strange creatures that devoured the life essence of human cultivators everywhere, causing panic among the people on this continent.

Seven years have passed, and although Xuantian Continent seems to be fine on the surface, the waves surging in the dark are becoming more and more terrifying.

"People on this continent seem to believe that you have fallen!" Xi Yan whispered to Mo Yang. She explored the memories of those cultivators who came and went, and she could find this information in the memories of almost every cultivator.