Devil Seeds

"No! It's not just the air of the mirage dragon." Ke Xiaoliang immediately made a new discovery.

With a swipe of his hand, the scene in front of him quickly changed.

Hundreds of floating islands connected by iron chains appeared in front of Ke Xiaoliang.

There are pavilions and pavilions on the floating island, and there are various buildings and scenery.

The flying waterfall is connected with the ups and downs of the mountains below the floating island, through the water veins, ancient trees, mountains and even the changes of wind and clouds.

It actually extended the earth's veins to the sky.

Greatly reduced the daily consumption of the floating island.

"The air of mirage dragon is just a carrier, it is to record the scenery of more than 10,000 years ago. What really remembers the scenery of 10,000 years ago... is the way of heaven in this world." Ke Xiaoliang thought.

Originally, with Ke Xiaoliang's current state, it was impossible to penetrate and understand such things.

But he has another identity, another identity, which allows him to vaguely feel certain concepts hidden in it.

"Is this the mountain gate of Xuanqingmen?" Song Qingwen wondered.

Then walked into one of the floating islands.

On the floating island, every monk has his own life.

In Ke Xiaoliang's eyes, they are all very vivid and alive.

On the contrary, Ke Xiaoliang did not exist in their eyes.

Like something more ethereal than a ghost.

In Ke Xiaoliang's eyes, there is no secret in any behavior of the monks.

Their practice, their conversations, their emotions, as long as they are expressed, they can all be presented in Ke Xiaoliang's eyes.

"This is not the mountain gate of Xuanqingmen."

"It turns out that Xuanqingmen doesn't need a mountain gate, because the whole world belongs to them, so why do they need the so-called mountain gate station to show their existence?" Ke Xiaoliang realized the answer through the dialogue of some monks.

At the same time, he stood in place, only needing to touch his fingertips lightly.

The scenery of ten thousand years ago moved with his thoughts.

The largest floating island was directly converted to his feet.

And in front of him is the largest library on the floating island.

Ke Xiaoliang stepped into the library.

Start looking from the first floor.

"It turns out that there are four poles in the Ten Thousand Realms, and the Xuanqing Gate is the gate of the East Pole, one of the gates."

"It turns out that the underworld is a new force, and it has only existed for more than one million years... eh? More than one million years, is it short... right?"

"It turns out that the original master of the Xuanqing Gate was the gatekeeper under the command of the Emperor Dongji, and he was also honored as the Golden Immortal."

"Emperor Dongji began to fall 70 million years ago, and he died for more than 60 million years before he really died. After more than 10 million years after his death, his power is still uncorrupted, his brilliance covers all worlds, Xiaoxiao dare not invade."

"It turns out that such an existence will also die? I am the master of the four realms, so I feel that I can be immortal. The emperor of Dongji ruled countless worlds, but he died for more than 60 million years, that is to say ... For more than 60 million years, he was asked to find a way to make himself survive, but he failed."

Ke Xiaoliang stayed in the library all the time.

From the first floor, slowly upwards.

After watching for half a month, I finally saw the third floor.

At this time, Ke Xiaoliang also began to realize how big the world is and how vast the heavens are.

The little bit of self-satisfaction in my heart has long been blown out of the sky.

Closing the book of the East Pole and South Dou Realms in his hand, Ke Xiaoliang let out a long breath.

"This is an ancient book from at least ten thousand years ago, but to me, it still seems like a sweet spring."

"I thought the practice world was very small, but in fact the practice world is extremely large."

The universe is divided into four poles.

Within the four poles, people, gods, immortals, Buddhas, demons, ghosts, monsters, and so on, all kinds of practitioners live together.

Humans are not the only dominant creatures.

The rulers of many worlds are creatures of other races.

Among the four poles, the central black and yellow land is a place where only immortals can walk.

"The treasure of Xuanqingmen... is far more important than I imagined."

"Even if I can't find a way to control the way of heaven, the information and knowledge contained in it are enough for me to absorb and digest for a long time."

Seeing the truly vast expanse of the universe, Ke Xiaoliang eliminated impetuousness and arrogance in his heart, but did not lose confidence and ambition.

The more vast and infinite the universe is, the more Ke Xiaoliang feels that the future is full of infinite expectations and possibilities.

Sooner or later, he will step out of this tiny place.

Of course... the current Ke Xiaoliang, first of all, must memorize these "old news and old records" that have been outdated for at least ten thousand years.

If there is not enough knowledge accumulation and reserve.

Even if he has extraordinary adventures and abilities, he may accidentally overturn.

"It seems that since the Xuanqing Gate was shattered, the practice world in this world has actually retreated instead of advancing."

"It's not just reflected in the abilities of the monks themselves."

"Restrictions have been set on the practice information, understanding and contact with the outside world."

"I thought I messed up yin and yang with the gourd middle world, and letting the living and the dead come into contact was a provocation to the yin and yang reincarnation. But the yin and yang reincarnation is just a restriction set by someone, an artificially imposed setting. As early as Thousands of years ago... the shackles of yin and yang, life and death, were not so strong. You can practice in life, and you can practice after death, until the soul flies away, and there is no soul left."

"The limit of life, the catastrophe of life and death... These are the restrictions imposed by the underworld, the shackles put on monks, not natural existence."

"Just like the rules and regulations of some companies, they are essentially not recognized by the natural laws between heaven and earth. They are completely a new type of bondage formed by changes in social relations."

Thinking of this, Ke Xiaoliang's mind was slightly disconnected.

He suddenly felt sorry.

It's a pity that this Xuanqing Realm ten thousand years ago is not his Huzhong Realm.

If this world is his world.

Then he can dig out all kinds of information hidden in it in a shorter period of time, instead of thinking and accumulating a little bit like now.

Judging from the current pace, it would take at least several decades or even hundreds of years just to summarize the various information recorded in it.

In addition, there is still a lot of content that can be excavated in this past world.

For example, the methods of practice in the past, the methods of communicating with or even trading with the outside world, and so on.

When Ke Xiaoliang was reading, he discovered at least three so-called 'sacrifice' formations.

Exchange resources with certain existences in the outside world through equivalent sacrifices, either randomly or in a targeted manner.

Such formations, which are obviously beneficial to the integration of cultivation resources, have been completely lost in the current cultivation world.

"Thinking that the dominance of one family is a closed practice that is closed to the country, but I don't want to be very open and free. On the contrary, it is a practice of contending for a hundred flowers, which is gradually declining and declining. Of course, there are secret manipulations by the underworld, and the corruption and degeneration of those ten thousand-year-old sects themselves .But why didn’t those Primordial Spirit cultivators who went out did nothing?” Subconsciously, Ke Xiaoliang stretched out his hand, and used his magic value to force out the gourd vine on his arm.