Creation and immortality: I can manifest endless talents

Time passed, and in a flash, another half month passed.

Half a month later, in the depths of the Sea of ​​Death, a white figure suddenly passed over the sea and stopped over an island with a radius of more than ten miles.

"According to the records in the intelligence, the Lost Land should be here."

Gu Yang kept thinking in his heart as his invisible divine sense swept across the island.

According to what he learned in the library of Longjiang Realm, this island is one of the few remaining islands in the Sea of ​​Death.

Of course, unlike other natural islands, this is a land reclamation by some great monks.

Its most fundamental purpose is to mark the Lost Land.

If there is no island, it would take a long time to find the entrance to the Lost Land in the vast ocean.

This island is not wide, but it has a unique and solemn atmosphere.

The rocks on the island are scattered, as if they have been carefully arranged. Each rock exudes a faint aura. Under the sunlight, the surface of these rocks glows with a faint luster, like a gem inlaid on the island.

The vegetation on the island is not dense, but every plant is full of vitality, with a thin layer of dew on the leaves, sparkling with crystal light spots.

Under the breeze, the plants make rustling sounds, interweaving with the sound of waves hitting the shore into a natural movement.

In the center of the island, there is a peculiarly shaped boulder, which seems to be the center of the island and the most conspicuous symbol.

The surface of the boulder is covered with complex lines, which are like ancient texts and some mysterious symbols, which make people guess.

Gu Yang's eyes stayed on the boulder for a moment, and then his figure landed lightly on the island.

His footsteps were light, and he walked along a vaguely visible path towards the direction of the boulder.

Approaching the boulder, Gu Yang could feel a sense of oppression, which was the powerful spiritual pressure emitted by the boulder, enough to make it difficult for ordinary cultivators to approach.

But for Gu Yang, this spiritual pressure was just a breeze, and he could even feel the deep power contained in the boulder.

He reached out his hand and gently touched the lines on the surface of the boulder, trying to decipher the mystery.

His consciousness wandered between the lines, and every touch seemed to be a dialogue with the ancient power.

Suddenly, the lines on the boulder began to glow, and beams of light poured out from the lines, converging into beams of light that shot straight into the sky.

The rest of the island also began to respond, and for a moment, the entire island seemed to be lit up, radiant and dazzling.

Gu Yang knew that this was the activation mechanism of the entrance to the Lost Land. His eyes were as focused as a blade, and he began to carefully observe the changes in these light beams. While observing the laws in them, he recalled the classics he had read in the Longjiang Realm.

Following the memory in his mind, his figure shuttled between the light beams, and every step was steady and powerful.

His palms passed through the air, as if imitating some ancient gestures, forming a mysterious resonance with the light beams.

As Gu Yang moved, some subtle connection seemed to be generated between the light columns, and the atmosphere of the island began to change. An ancient and mysterious atmosphere permeated the air, as if the door to another world was about to open.

"Lost Land, here I come!"

Looking at the scene in front of him, Gu Yang's eyes were full of heat.

Time seemed to freeze at this moment, and Gu Yang's figure shuttled through the light column, and every movement was accompanied by the flickering of light and the slight tremor of space.

His movements became more and more skillful, and every gesture accurately guided the flow of the light column, as if weaving a net of light, gathering the spiritual energy emitted from the island to one point.

Finally, at the moment when Gu Yang completed the last gesture, the intersection of the light column made a slight vibration, and then the light spread outward like ripples, and the boulder in the center of the island slowly rose, revealing a deep black hole, as if leading to an endless abyss.

Gu Yang immediately felt a strong attraction. He took a deep breath, adjusted the mana in his body, and then stepped towards the black hole, as if stepping into another world.

When his footsteps passed the edge of the black hole, the surrounding scene changed instantly.

Gu Yang's eyes swept across the scene in front of him. The sky here was gray, without the sun or the moon, only a few sparse stars, emitting a faint light.

The earth was full of cracks, as if it had experienced countless wars and destruction. In the distance, broken walls and ruins stood, telling the glory and vicissitudes of the past.

There was a suffocating sense of oppression in the air. This was a dead world, with no wind, no sound, and even the air seemed to solidify.

Gu Yang could feel that every breath he took became extremely heavy, as if an invisible force was resisting his existence.

"Sure enough, this is the entrance to the ancient battlefield."

Gu Yang's eyes continued to wander in this desolate land. He noticed that the cracks on the ground were not simple natural destruction, but were arranged in a regular pattern, as if they were the remains of some ancient formation.

In the gaps between the cracks, you can occasionally see dried bloodstains, which have been precipitated for countless years and have turned into dark red crystals, emitting a faint luster.

He stepped over pieces of stone slabs, each of which was engraved with strange patterns. They seemed to have been some kind of spell or summoning tool, but now they could only lie quietly in this desolate land, witnessing their former glory.

Gu Yang walked through a ruined wall. There might have been a magnificent altar or palace there. Now there were only a few huge stone pillars left, still standing, as if telling the sky a story of unyielding.

The carvings on the stone pillars were vaguely visible, depicting ancient gods and heroes. Their faces were solemn and mysterious, which made people feel awe involuntarily.

As Gu Yang continued to take steps, the ground under his feet seemed to tremble slightly under his weight, and dust and gravel slid silently. Every step seemed to challenge the endurance limit of this land.

Gu Yang's consciousness keenly captured all the changes around him. He could feel that the spiritual energy here was abnormally thin, which formed a sharp contrast with the rich spiritual energy in the outside world.

However, in this thin spiritual energy, there was an ancient and powerful power hidden, which was a unique breath that could only be felt in this lost land.

Gu Yang continued to move forward, his eyes fixed on a dilapidated altar.

The altar was covered with cracks, and unrecognizable totems were carved on it, which looked ancient and mysterious.

In the center of the altar, a huge stone tablet leaned sideways, which was also engraved with dense runes.

He walked to the stone tablet, stretched out his hand and gently touched the runes, trying to sense the information contained in them.

His brows were furrowed, because these runes were not any words he was familiar with, but gave him a sense of déjà vu.

At this moment, a faint whisper suddenly came to Gu Yang's ears. He turned his head and looked around, but found that there was still no one around.

He realized that this whisper might be the echo of this ancient battlefield, the remnant left by the past battle, or the fragment of the memory of this land.

Gu Yang did not dare to be careless. He knew that in such a place full of unknowns and dangers, any small details could be a clue to life and death.

As his eyes continued to scan the surrounding environment, soon, a stone slab in the ruins instantly caught his attention.

This stone slab was smoother than the surrounding stone slabs, and it was only covered with a thin layer of dust. It was obviously wiped by people from time to time.

Gu Yang squatted down, stretched out his fingers and gently wiped it, revealing the hidden pattern underneath.

It was a complex star map, with each star carefully outlined, and in the middle there was a most dazzling star, which was depicted very clearly.

"This should be the star map slate mentioned in the information, so my current location should be here!"

Thinking in his heart, Gu Yang's finger fell on the most dazzling star in the star map.

"Next, go further in, even if you really enter the Lost Land..."

After confirming his position, he no longer hesitated, closed his eyes immediately, and memorized the lines of this star map firmly in his mind.

After a while, after Gu Yang confirmed that he had memorized every line, he stood up and continued to explore forward.

As he went deeper, the surrounding scene became more desolate.

The land here cracked into countless canyons, and the flowing magma could be vaguely seen in the depths of the canyon, emitting a faint red light, bringing a hint of life to this dead world.

The gray sky in the sky was suddenly pierced by lightning, and thunder echoed in this silent land, as if it was the last roar between heaven and earth.

Gu Yang looked up and saw that the lightning was interweaving into a huge electric net in the air, covering the entire sky. From time to time, lightning fell and hit the ground, leaving one charred mark after another.

Although this land was full of danger and dead silence, Gu Yang was extremely excited.

This land had an indescribable attraction for him.

It was the unknown and mysterious deep in the Lost Land!

After a moment, Gu Yang stabilized his mind and continued to move forward.

He was extremely cautious in every step. According to the information, every inch of land in the Lost Land may hide deadly traps.

Even many dangers can change their positions constantly. Sometimes the scene you see when you enter the Lost Land for the first time is completely different from the second time.

And when you enter the Lost Land at different times, the buildings with the same coordinates you see may not be on the same land.

In this case, no matter how careful Gu Yang is, it is not too much.

As time passed, Gu Yang's footsteps kept moving slowly in this desolate land.

As he walked and looked, his eyes were like a searchlight, constantly sweeping through the broken walls and ruins around him.

He noticed that among these ruins, there were some strange plants growing, their leaves were thick, and the color was deep blue-green, as if they had evolved a unique form to survive in this barren land.

"Is this the indigo grass?"

Gu Yang squatted down and observed these plants carefully.

He found that the root systems of these plants were extremely developed, and the roots were deeply rooted in the soil, as if they were constantly absorbing some imperceptible nutrients.

He knew that these plants were probably endemic species of the Lost Land, and their existence might be closely related to the environmental changes here.

His eyes turned to the cracks on the ground again, which were like an intricate network, covering the entire land.

Gu Yang walked along these cracks, and he could feel that the ancient formation formed by these cracks had not failed.

Although the power of this formation has been weakened beyond recognition, it is still not to be underestimated for practitioners in the Yuanshen realm.

If it is not necessary, it is best not to touch the formation on the ground to activate it.

No one can confirm whether it will be a secret formation, a trap formation, or a killing formation!

Gu Yang continued to move forward, and dust fell from a height from time to time, landing on his shoulders and hair.

Gu Yang looked up and saw stone towers standing not far away. Their tops were broken, but still looked solid.

The vague carvings on these stone towers depicted some strange rituals and sacrificial scenes, making the surrounding environment full of weird atmosphere.

Gu Yang's eyes wandered over the carvings on the stone towers, and he tried to find a clue from these shabby patterns.

Each of these patterns seemed to tell an ancient story, and the life inside was also evil and terrifying.

Suddenly, his eyes fixed on the base of a stone tower, where there was a line of text that was almost weathered and could not be seen clearly.

He squatted down and gently scraped the dust covering the text with his fingers, revealing the content below.

Gu Yang cast his eyes towards the base. Every word there looked like a strange talisman carved on the stone, full of mysterious power.

Although he did not recognize these words, the meaning of them naturally emerged in his mind.

[Jiuyou Great World, Third Expeditionary Army, Ninth Regiment, Sacrifice Team, No. # 10086 # ​​War Sacrifice Tower]

"Jiuyou, Expedition..."

Gu Yang's eyes flashed with a stagnation. This sentence was too shocking to him.

He had learned a long time ago that the world he was in was called Tianhuang Great World.

Then it was obvious that Jiuyou Great World was an uninvited guest who came across the boundary.

He never thought that this ancient battlefield was actually a relic left by an invasion from another world.

Moreover, it was a very powerful uninvited guest.

Otherwise, it would be difficult for the other party to achieve such a cross-border invasion.

More importantly, before coming here, he had already read all the information about the "Lost Land" in Longjiang Realm, but in the end he did not find any information about it.

Obviously, this information has been deliberately hidden. Only the powerful Yuanshen Realm who have really come here will know the real situation here.

If you just simply look through the information, you may only get some of the most superficial intelligence information. (End of this chapter)