The Sword Master God's Journey to Face Slapping

The grand and complex divine formation stands outside the Dark Temple, protecting the Dark Temple firmly in the center. It seems that any attack and damage in this world cannot pass through this divine formation to affect the Dark Temple behind the formation.

This is a divine formation that is more advanced than the highest magic formation. The God of Light can also set it up, but it is also impossible to break it in a short time. After all, this is the last resort set up by a god of equal rank to Him, not some small gadget of cats and dogs...

The power of the divine formation is infinite, and it is often the most solid defense line to protect the divine domain. Even in the desperate situation, once the master of the divine domain activates the divine formation to self-destruct, the people who attack the divine formation will also be affected.

The power of the divine formation's self-destruction is extremely terrifying. It is a real mutual destruction, and it is also the last means of preferring to die in glory rather than live in disgrace. If the Dark God, as the original god, really does this, it is enough to drag the God of Light down with him.

This is also the reason why Xuanyuan acts very cautiously and tests step by step. Although he was confident that his strength would not be inferior to that of the Dark God, if the monster in this divine formation really exploded, he would be dead or alive.

Having walked in the world of cultivation for many years, Xuan Yuan knew the most that one should be cautious in doing things. After all, many heroes and powerful cultivators in the world of cultivation may have lost their lives because of their carelessness.

Xuan Yuan carefully tested the divine formation arranged by the Dark God, but the result of this test made him extremely surprised and puzzled. He was stunned for a while, frowning slightly, as if he could not understand the scene in front of him.

It turned out that the sesame-sized light spot that emerged from Xuan Yuan's fingertips looked ordinary, but in fact it was a little power of the God of Light, which was the purest and clearest light power.

Logically speaking, such extreme light power was not liked by the Dark God, and might even be rejected by him, but the light spot condensed by the little power easily passed through the divine formation under Xuan Yuan's gaze without any hindrance.

This situation made Xuan Yuan raise his eyebrows, and there were a few surprises and strangeness in his golden eyes. The light spot transformed by the power of the God of Light was so easily immersed in the divine formation, which could only mean that the Dark God was not on guard against the God of Light at all!

Just like the God's domain that was completely open to the God of Light and allowed Him to enter and exit freely, the Dark Temple where He was sleeping and guarded by the divine formation was also completely open to the God of Light, allowing Him to enter and exit freely.

This trust made Xuan Yuan raise his eyebrows in surprise, and he really felt that he could not understand the style of these gods. For monks, no matter how close they are, they cannot be fully trusted.

The only person they can trust wholeheartedly is themselves.

The path that monks take is a road that goes against the will of heaven and walks alone. On the road, they may meet confidants who can understand each other, close friends who trust each other, and perhaps lovers who are devoted to each other and disciples who are carefully cultivated, but these are just passing by.

As time goes by, they will all walk their own paths. This is an inevitable experience and a future that will eventually be encountered. Those who once walked hand in hand will eventually drift apart, and no one will always walk on the same path with anyone.

It is precisely because of this concept of the monks and because the path they walk is so lonely and difficult, so Xuanyuan was extremely calm and indifferent to the separation from the beginning. These are things he has experienced countless times and has been prepared for.

"Although the concepts they uphold are different, although their paths are completely different, and although they are drifting apart, do they still have true trust and sincere feelings for each other?" Xuanyuan retracted his hand and raised his head slightly to look at the dark temple standing silently.

There was a bit of dark light in Canjin's eyes. Xuanyuan felt that he still couldn't understand this feeling. After all, in terms of the essence of life, they are completely different. The difference between gods and humans is reflected in different places, and it is normal for him not to understand.

After all, those long years, those tens of thousands of years of companionship and friendship, are the existence that Xuanyuan cannot empathize with. After thousands of years of cultivation, the only thing that had been with Xuan Yuan was his natal flying sword Poxiao.

Not understanding did not affect Xuan Yuan's continued actions. He retracted his hand, and the slightly cool brocade was as delicate as water, sliding down directly and gently. The pure white robe that reached the ground brushed the ground. Xuan Yuan walked towards the divine formation with a calm pace without any defense.

As the God of Light, the power of light and divine power have always been attached to him, so he does not need to mobilize any power, and the power of light has always been lingering around him. Under the lingering of the power of light, Xuan Yuan passed through the divine formation like passing through a layer of water film.

The power of the Dark God Formation is extremely powerful, but this power has no intention of restricting Xuan Yuan at all. In addition, Xuan Yuan really has no ill will towards the Dark God, so he walked into the temple easily.

After the Dark God fell into a deep sleep, this huge Dark Temple has been deserted since then. During the years when the God of Light and the God of Darkness were asleep, no one or god came in and out of here.

The empty temple was covered with dust, and the original furnishings in the temple seemed to have withered away over the long years. Even the divine realm where the gods lived, after the gods fell into a deep sleep, was inevitably stained by the traces of time.

A sound of footsteps was heard in the hall that had been silent for who knows how many years. The footsteps were very regular, step by step, extremely calm. After passing through the long and dark corridor, Xuanyuan finally came to the depths of the dark temple.

This is already the darkest underground in the depths of the Dark Temple, and it is the deepest room. The door leading to the underground palace is not big, just enough for two people to pass side by side, but this door is very gorgeous and exquisite, with exquisite reliefs and patterns of the Dark God on the door.

Before pushing the door open, Xuanyuan looked up and down at the reliefs on the black jade door, and felt a little strange. The Dark God carved on this stone door seemed to be different from the memory of the Light God?

However, this was not the focus of Xuanyuan's attention. After just a quick glance, Xuanyuan raised his hand and pushed the door directly - and then the stone door leading to the Dark God's sleeping place was easily pushed open by him.

The Dark God did not leave any means to restrain the Light God who might enter his divine domain. I really don't know whether he forgot about this matter or believed too much in the character of the Light God, thinking that he would not take advantage of others.

Shaking his head slightly, Xuan Yuan stepped inside after the black jade door was pushed open. Behind the door was a long staircase winding downwards, extending to an unknown place.

This staircase was spiral-shaped, winding downwards, and was very narrow, only allowing one person to walk. There was no light along the staircase, and the deeper it went, the darker it became. It was hard to see what was happening below, as if there was a terrifying beast hiding.

After a slight hesitation, Xuan Yuan planned to continue along the staircase to the depths of the underground palace, but just as he passed through the black jade door and stood in front of the first step, a thumb-sized dark black light suddenly appeared in front of him.

Although it looked ordinary, this thumb-sized dark black light was actually condensed from extremely deep dark divine power, and in this dark temple, the source of this dark divine power was self-evident.

"The Dark God?" Xuan Yuan raised his eyebrows slightly, and his golden eyes were still bright and dazzling even in the deep underground of the Dark Temple, with a bright and brilliant look. "Is there still power left? No——"

He suddenly opened his eyes slightly in great surprise. After carefully looking at the thumb-sized, dark and indescribable light spot, Xuan Yuan breathed a sigh of relief: "This is the soul of the Dark God——He actually separated his soul from his body?"

As the original gods, the extremely powerful God of Light and God of Darkness fell into a deep sleep because the war of gods consumed a lot of their power and divine power, forcing them to sleep to avoid complete demise, and also to absorb power and recover slowly in sleep.

The Dark God separated his body and soul, which would cause his body to absorb power slowly, greatly extending his sleep time.

But things in the world have both advantages and disadvantages. Separating the body and soul does extend the recovery time of the Dark God, but at the same time, the Dark God's soul can move freely and have the freedom to do whatever he wants.

There are pros and cons to such things, and the choice depends on each person's own ideas. For example, the slightly more old-fashioned God of Light did not choose to separate his body and soul, but used the most primitive and traditional way to restore his strength.

"You are not the God of Light..." A deep and androgynous voice sounded, with a little doubt and suppressed anger and hatred, "Where did you come from, and why did you occupy His body?"

Xuanyuan was not surprised that the Dark God recognized that he was not the God of Light. After all, he could not pretend to be the compassionate and loving appearance of the God of Light. The gods distinguish the true from the false by looking at the essence of the soul rather than the appearance.

Xuanyuan and the God of Light have completely different temperaments. It would be strange if the Dark God could not recognize him. After all, they have a friendship of tens of thousands of years, not to mention that Xuanyuan did not deliberately pretend.

"I am indeed not the God of Light." Xuan Yuan nodded to the thumb-sized soul of the God of Darkness and admitted frankly, "I am a little curious. The God of Light has been asleep for so long, maybe he has changed in these ten thousand years? How can you be so sure that I am not Him?"

Because Xuan Yuan frankly admitted that he was not the God of Light, the anger and vigilance of the God of Darkness dissipated a little, and then he whispered: "I know the God of Light. He attaches great importance to etiquette. He will never enter my divine domain without my consent. That guy is stupid and stubborn. How could he be like you?"