The Grand Void – Becoming a Dragon

Behind the main hall of Ziyan Temple.

There are cliffs ahead.

Clouds and mist linger, hazy.

There is a white stone bridge leading to Yunshen unknown place from here.

"please."

The master Ziyan turned slightly sideways, making a gesture of invitation.

Zhuang Ming nodded slightly, and walked onto the Yunqiao.

The master Ziyan's expression stagnated slightly, and finally disappeared in an instant.

This young man really doesn't pay attention to Ziyan Temple at all.

The young man gave him the impression that he was extremely cautious, but he walked up the Yunqiao so easily, and he was not afraid of being ambushed by Ziyan Temple secretly.

Ziyan Temple's 8,000 years of experience, and the formations repaired in the past dynasties, seem to be completely ignored by him?

——

On the cloud bridge.

Zhuang Ming walked slowly.

He is indeed not afraid of Ziyan Temple.

Over the past dynasties, there has been no lack of peak true mystery in the Ziyan Temple, which has been passed down from generation to generation, and has a profound foundation. Maybe there will be some treasures or formations that have accumulated the mana of the ancestors of the past.

However, Ziyan Temple has been passed down for 8,000 years, but the Tianmen has been closed for 60,000 years.

For eight thousand years, in all the heavens and myriad worlds, there was no fairy god born on the cast tripod, and no fairy god could show the power beyond the Zhenxuan Nine Seals.

It is precisely because of this that Zhuang Ming, who has the body of a thousand-foot real dragon, is only a little wary of Ziyan Temple, but not too much afraid.

More importantly, the mind of a real dragon is stronger than the world, and he did not feel the so-called sense of danger when he stepped on the Yunqiao.

"Involves the inheritance stone tablet of the so-called heaven."

"In the stele, there is also the art of burning the heart with fire and the Nanming Lihuo sword art."

"Is it really the treasure left behind by the fairy god who cast the tripod?"

Zhuang Ming walked along the cloud bridge, looking at the hazy and endless direction ahead.

And beside him, the Master Ziyan also followed, walking side by side with him.

The two walked along the Yunqiao for about three miles.

Hazy, without end.

These clouds and mists are unusual.

This is not naturally generated, but refined by great practitioners.

It has the effect of blocking perception.

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"This cloud bridge is really impressive. It must have taken a lot of trouble for Ziyan Temple to build such a cloud bridge?" Zhuang Ming looked forward and said slowly.

"This is the handwriting of the ancestor of the first generation. It is said that with the help of the old man's peak Zhenxuan cultivation base and the strength of the ancestors of all parties, it took half a year to build such a cloud bridge. According to the records of our sect, casting the cloud bridge has become Fortunately, the only major event in his old age was to build this cloud bridge a year before he became an eternity." The master of Ziyan temple said flatly: "Thirteen miles of cloud bridge, the end is the foundation of my Ziyan temple. After eight thousand years of vicissitudes and vicissitudes, the temple masters of all dynasties will repair the cloud bridge and consolidate the formation at the end."

"It's really not bad." Zhuang Ming nodded slightly, this cloud bridge is not as simple as it looks on the surface, there are many mysteries in it, but obviously the Lord Ziyan also thinks that these mysteries are not enough to kill Zhuang Ming, so it is also calm.

"After Ziyan temple built the cloud bridge, only the temple masters in the past are eligible to set foot on the cloud bridge. You are the first outsider to step on the cloud bridge." Ziyan temple master suddenly spoke, his tone as calm as possible, but The complex look in the eyes is hard to hide.

"pleasure."

Zhuang Ming only said two words lightly, his eyes were fixed, he sensed through the remaining miles, and saw the end of the cloud and mist.

——

This stele.

Only half a foot high.

About three feet wide.

Not more than a foot thick.

And on this stele, there is no rune font inscribed.

There are only mottled traces left by the vicissitudes of time.

The end of the cloud bridge is not in the real place, but in the clouds, forming a round platform with a radius of more than three feet.

This stele stands in the center of the round platform at the end of the cloud bridge.

"This is the foundation of my Ziyan Temple."

When Master Ziyan said this, his expression was complicated and his tone was low.

Zhuang Ming didn't pay much attention to it, but just took a step forward and looked at the stele quietly.

With his eyesight, he still couldn't see any traces of carving on the stone tablet, nor the rune marks of ordinary magic weapons, and even no traces of refining, it was completely natural.

Master Ziyan looked at Zhuang Ming quietly, without words or actions.

He had already lost his heart, knowing that he couldn't stop Zhuang Ming from comprehending the stele, so he had a vague expectation.

If this Daoist Taixu can comprehend the stele, he may be able to unravel the mystery that Ziyan Temple has not solved for eight thousand years.

"Back then, you, the first master of Ziyan Temple, was able to glimpse the mystery of this stone tablet in the mountains and fields. It can be said to be very lucky."

Zhuang Ming turned around and said with a smile: "It's hard for me to detect the reality of this stele at a glance now, and when I think about you, the first master of Ziyan Temple, he is really a strange person...but you are not bad, at least you can judge the situation. In this regard, it is well handled.”

Master Ziyan fell silent, and then sighed: "Sir, what you say makes people feel ashamed."

Zhuang Ming said slowly: "There are formations on this cloud bridge, especially this round platform. The formations are powerful, and with just one thought of yours, you can turn everything around this area into dust, including yourself. Inside, I am afraid that you will not be able to escape this catastrophe. Presumably this is the formation that you have repaired in the past dynasties of Ziyan Temple. If the enemy invades, you will be destroyed here, so as to avoid establishing the foundation of the sect and being captured by the enemy?"

Master Ziyan nodded slightly and said, "Exactly."

Zhuang Ming laughed, turned around again, and looked at the stele.

This Ziyan temple master may not be greedy for life and afraid of death.

However, he also seemed to feel that no matter how powerful this formation was, it would be difficult to kill Zhuang Ming.

Once the formation is activated, his Zhuang Ming will not be destroyed, and Ziyan Temple will definitely be destroyed.

Therefore, the master Ziyan did not dare to act rashly.

In fact, it is true.

In this formation, the magic power of the past lords of the past is sealed in it. Once the formation is activated, these different magic powers can be turned into endless turbulence. It can destroy everything in a radius of ten miles, turn it into dust, and destroy everything. , even Peak Zhenxuan is in danger of falling.

This is actually similar to the turbulent flow in the cracks in the void, but the danger in it is far less than that of the turbulent flow in the void.

Zhuang Ming can survive the turbulence of the void, so how can he be afraid of the torrent of mana sealed by the past masters of the Ziyan Temple?

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The end of the cloud bridge.

It was silent.

With his hands behind his back, Zhuang Ming looked at the stone tablet that was close at hand.

The master Ziyan was silent and waited quietly.

As time passed, he became more anxious.

He hoped that Zhuang Ming could unravel the mystery of the stele.

Deep down in his heart, he didn't want this outsider to be able to unravel the mystery of the stele.

He wondered whether Zhuang Ming would take away the stele and leave behind the blood of the Dragon Clan, but he didn't want to lose the stele and become the most despised sinner in Ziyan Temple for eight thousand years.

When he was thinking endlessly in his heart.

But Zhuang Ming's voice was heard again.

"The temple masters of all ages must have left their experience on the stele of enlightenment, right?"

"..." The master Ziyan was silent for a while, and said: "Yes, the practice experience of the masters of all ages, as well as all the records about the stele, are all at the top of the library, can you order someone to fetch them?"

"You dictate to me what needs to be paid attention to, and that's it." Zhuang Ming said.

"You can really trust me." The master Ziyan sneered slightly, and more of it was self-deprecating.

"I can trust your love for Ziyan Temple." Zhuang Ming said.

"I really don't know if your words are praising me, or you are contemptuous of my Ziyan Temple." Ziyan Temple Master sighed.

"Understand it as you please." Zhuang Ming laughed and said, "I don't need to say much about the cultivation experience of past temple masters, but what is your current temple master's understanding of the stele?"

"For the past dynasties of our sect, even if we have cultivated to the peak of Zhenxuan, we have not been able to comprehend the inner mysteries. All in all, we have realized one skill and three supreme secret techniques within the stone tablet." Ziyan Guanzhu paused Next, he said: "According to what my teacher said, maybe what the stele needs are people with predestined relationship."

"What is a predestined person?" Zhuang Ming said.

"The person who can unlock the stele." Ziyan Guanzhu said.

"This is really interesting." Zhuang Ming said with a smile: "From this point of view, there has never been a predestined person in Ziyan Temple in the past. I don't know if I am a predestined person?"

"If my guess is correct, the stele comes from gods and gods, maybe it is not a thing of the present world, only heaven and man can touch it." Ziyan Temple Master said: "You have great hope!"

"What is a celestial being?" Zhuang Ming asked.

"Heavenly people." Ziyan Temple Master said in a deep voice: "According to the legend, if the peak Zhenxuan can cast a tripod and become an immortal, Ke Xiaju will ascend to the top of the heavenly realm and be among the immortals, but it is rumored that the vast heavenly realm is not a human being. All human beings are immortals and gods, and under the gods, those who have not yet cast a tripod are still ordinary people, but they are in the heavenly world and have the unique blessings of heaven, so they are heavenly people."

"You think I'm a heavenly man?" Zhuang Ming suddenly laughed.

"Isn't it?" Ziyan Temple Master said in a deep voice.

"I don't know if it is or not."

Zhuang Ming responded with a smile, and thought to himself: "If I am really a heavenly man, then to be honest, the location of Dongzhou is a corner of the vast heaven... In this way, the so-called heaven, all the secrets and legends , have long been extinct with the fall and disappearance of the gods and gods, and the understanding of the ancient times by those who are at the pinnacle of the present age is probably not as rich as the various legends in this world."

However, it cannot be confirmed whether the world he is in belongs to the heaven.

And it's hard to say whether Zhuang Ming is a heavenly man or not.

But if what Master Ziyan said is true, then he is still qualified to open this stele.

Because his real body is a real dragon.

The ancient gods and beasts, young true immortals, do not need to be restrained by the heavenly gate, but only need to grow up, they are heavenly dragons, comparable to gods.

He is not a celestial being, but he is an infant celestial being.

Dang even saw Zhuang Ming stretch out his hand and press it on the stone tablet.

The magic power of the real dragon surged out instantly.

Ordinary mountains, under this magic power, will be destroyed instantly.

But the stele remained motionless.

"open!"

In Zhuang Ming's dantian, the real dragon chanted and its magic power surged.

In an instant, the stele shone brightly.

But see the light shrouded, covering all directions.

All directions are boundless, the void is endless, and the chaos is unbearable.

And in front, sitting cross-legged, was an old man with an illusory and erratic breath.