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Feixian Continent spans more than two thousand light years and is the center of the entire cave world.

This boundless continent has the most prosperous and prosperous center, with a radius of ten trillion kilometers, and is where many secrets of Feixian Cave gather.

Whether it is the Alchemy Division Library Pavilion, Shenglong Lake, or the entrance to Daoyuan Cemetery, etc., they are all within this area, making it convenient for Feixian's children to come and go without any hindrance.

A moment later, Yan Xing, enveloped by the divine light of Escape, landed on a huge platform together with the old man.

This platform is more than nine feet high and is made of jet black stones. It looks like a square and circular altar. The surface is engraved with complex patterns, the inscriptions are shining brightly, and the fluorescence on it seems to be flowing like living things.

"Yan Xing, Daoyuan Cemetery is one of the most important secret places in Feixian Cave Heaven. There cannot be any mistakes. Therefore, it is placed in the mustard dimension where it is absolutely safe."

The old man gently stroked his white beard and looked at Yan Xing with a kind-hearted look, like an elder who cares about his younger generation. He paused and continued:

"The position of this mustard dimension is not fixed. It is attached to the veins of the central formation and is in random motion at all times. Even I, or anyone in the cave, cannot lock it."

Yan Xing was stunned when he heard this, and once again realized the importance of this reward, he raised his hands and asked: "Senior, if this is the case, how should we enter the Daoyuan Cemetery?"

"Stop calling me senior, I am Sikong. I am the elder of the Department of Internal Affairs."

Sikong smiled and waved his hands, speaking modestly, but as the great elder of a division, he was already a big shot among the top brass.

"Thank you, Elder Sikong, for waking up this junior!"

Yan Xing looked grateful. Without Sikong, he would have missed the opportunity to enter Daoyuan Cemetery. Moreover, he would have to bother the other party about going to the library, so he had to be polite.

"No problem, let's talk business first."

"It is not us who enter the Daoyuan Cemetery, but you alone. That token is the key to unlocking the cemetery. It will be invalid after one use, and you can only bring one person in."

Yan Xing's heart moved, and he reached into his arms to take out the token. Hearing what Sikong said, isn't this thing equivalent to a key? And it’s a one-time use. ŴŴŴ.

"Yan Xing, please remember this."

Sikong's expression became solemn and his tone became much more serious.

"The Principle Source Cemetery is a secret place established in Feixian Cave Heaven since ancient times. Over hundreds of billions of years, all the Principle Sources obtained by many Feixian people are stored in it."

"The Taoist sources inside are of the rarest grade at the end, and have been poured into the efforts of countless sages. When you enter it to receive its blessings, you should be grateful and awe-inspiring, and don't mess around inside."

"If you collide with the heroic spirits of the sages, even I can't protect you. Remember, remember!"

Sikong's words were serious and thoughtful, and he emphasized them again and again, making Yan Xing involuntarily remember them in his heart.

"Great Elder, don't worry, my disciple understands!"

Yan Xing nodded, and his heart gradually became hot. After all, it was a rare Taoist source. No wonder this cemetery is so important.

He has not forgotten that the ninth young master of the Holy Palace sacrificed thousands of city slaves alive just for a rare fire. He doesn't know whether the sissy succeeded in the end.

If a disciple in the mortal realm is allowed to hunt for Principle Source in the fog, he will definitely have a narrow escape, and it will be difficult to obtain high-quality Principle Source. Even if he is lucky, it will definitely not be obtained by killing non-living bodies. There is no such thing. Strength.

Principle sources exist in the world and have two forms. One is a dead object, just like the flaming exotic flowers picked by the Ninth Master of the Holy Palace. This kind of Principle Source will not actively attack living beings, but only relies on the power of laws carried in its essence.

The second form is a variety of powerful and strange non-living bodies. After these monsters die, there is a certain chance that they will drop the source.

The predecessors planted trees for future generations to enjoy the shade. Yan Xing can be sure that things like "Daoyuan Cemetery" are common in every major force.

The strong hunt for the source of Taoism and use it to train younger generations. Only by repeating this process can a force continue to develop for a long time.

Sikong said a lot more, and after making sure that Yan Xing understood everything, he nodded with satisfaction, then pinched the magic formula with his hand and shot a rune beam into the altar at his feet.

"Yan Xing, go in, I wish you will get what you wish for and harvest a source of truth that suits you!"

"Thank you, Great Elder, for your kind words!"

Click! Rumble——

The gray-white token in Yan Xing's hand buzzed and trembled, and a stream of bright light suddenly escaped, pouring down, intertwining with the inscriptions on the altar.

The altar seemed to have gained a source of power and an ever-changing coordinates. It spun and clicked, bursting into a colorful brilliance that enveloped Yama.

When the light dissipated, Yan Xing's figure had disappeared.

"I wonder what level of Taoist this little guy can harvest. Will it be peerless?"

As for Wushuang, Sikong didn't even dare to think about it. According to records, there are only three Wushuang Principles in the entire cemetery. Hundreds of billions of years have passed, and no Feixian disciple has been recognized by them.

"I remember that this brat from Qiu Ming was in charge of this session's collection, right?"

Sikong pondered for a moment, then flicked his finger to drive a rune into the void. After waiting for a long time and frowning slightly, there was finally movement around him.

Susu!

Not far from the altar, the branches and leaves of a vigorous ancient tree suddenly began to sway, and the thick trunk and bark like dragon scales began to twist and change, turning into a human face.

"Master, what are your instructions to your disciples?"

"Xian Qiuming, your wings are stiff, right? You actually made me wait for so long!"

Sikong had a cold face and harsh words, but his eyes remained gentle.

"Ouch! You have always wronged this disciple. He was out for business and has just returned to the cave. As soon as he received your summons from Master, he rushed here without any hesitation."

Xian Qiuming stretched out two wooden arms from the tree trunk, and repeatedly raised his hands to beg for mercy, fearing that his master would be angry.

"Okay, okay, don't give me that playful smile. It's not a big deal to ask you to come. Do you know Yan Xing? Tell me about his origins."

"Uh! This..."

Xian Qiuming's expression was stagnant. He didn't know what happened during his absence. Even the master noticed Yan Xing.

"What? I'm making things difficult for you!?"

Sikong frowned, realizing that what was going on here was not simple. After speaking, he pretended to be silent, waiting for Xian Qiuming's explanation.

"Ahem! I don't dare. This matter is indeed something special, but if it is you, Master, the disciples still dare not hide it!"

"It's Lord Kong Lingzi!"

"Yan Xing is a genius that his old man found and made an exception to recruit him into the cave."

"What!?"

Sikong's pupils shrank, it turned out that this matter concerned this lord, no wonder Xian Qiuming was so cautious. If he didn't belong to Kong Lingzi's faction, he really wouldn't be qualified to intervene.

"Master, this disciple went out this time to investigate the origin of Yan Xing."

"If I'm not wrong, this little guy, Yan Xing, has entered the Daoyuan Cemetery, right? Haha, such a peerless evildoer should be extra cautious to avoid repeating the tragedy of the ancient times."

Xian Qiuming looked solemn. He had been traveling for more than ten days and worked hard. It seems that he has done the right thing now.

"Huh? Did you find anything?"

Hearing this, Xian Qiuming nodded, then shook his head, causing Sikong to frown.

"Master, don't be impatient. Please listen to my disciple carefully."

"During this period, the disciples started investigating from the place where Yan Xing first appeared, which is the outer sect assessment area."

"Along the way, I read the memories of hundreds of thousands of wild beasts, snakes, insects, rats, and ants, as well as the breaths left on many plants and trees."

"Well, Master, you also know how difficult it is to read the memories of these ignorant beasts, but fortunately, hard work pays off. Guess what?"

"Stop talking nonsense!"

"Okay, okay, after several days of searching, I located the place where Yan Xing once stayed tens of thousands of miles away from the assessment area. It turned out to be the Black Hills Mountains!"

"What? How could it be where!?"

Sikong's expression changed drastically, he took a step forward, and instantly appeared in front of Xian Qiuming, staring into his eyes.

"Are you sure?"

"Disciple is sure!"

Xian Qiuming looked serious, not daring to fight anymore, and continued: "Moreover, it is also very consistent in time. It is a pity that the memories of the creatures in that area were wiped out by a force. Regarding what happened on the Black Hill Mountains, It's blank."

"But I investigated the surrounding area and found no trace of Yan Xing. This is already certain..."

"Yan Xing suddenly appeared in the Black Hill Mountains, and then walked all the way to the assessment area from there."

After that, Xian Qiuming kept silent. He knew that this information was enough, and Sikong would make his own judgment on the next matter.

"Not long ago, the terrifying aura across the sky was inferred by many ancestors to be caused by the supreme gods and demons, and the center of the spread of the fluctuations was the Black Hills Mountains."

Sikong's expression changed, and after a long time, he returned to calm.

"Tell me, what is the relationship between this punishment and the supreme gods and demons?"

"Haha, maybe this Yan Xing is the son of a god and demon? With the evil qualities he has shown now, this is not impossible!"

Xian Qiuming returned to his lazy look, with a tone that was partly serious and partly teasing.

"Gods and demons..."

Sikong was silent for a moment, shook his head, and said, "Well, let's leave this kind of matter to Master Kong Lingzi. Let's just pretend we don't know anything."

"As for the punishment of hell, just do what you want, just pretend that nothing happened. If a supreme god and demon wants to harm Feixian Cave, there is no need for ghosts and tricks!"

"Master Mingjian, this disciple thinks so too!"

"Hey, Master, do you think that if we use the power of the cave to please Yan Xing, can we get the friendship of a supreme god and demon?"

Xian Qiuming's face was filled with smiles, and 70% of his words were serious.

"roll!"

Sikong's eyes widened, his eyebrows and whiskers danced wildly, showing great majesty.

"Hey, don't be angry, Dele, I'll get out right now..."

Before he finished speaking, the ancient tree trembled, and Xian Qiuming's face suddenly disappeared.

'snort! Bastard, do you really think that Feixian Cave Heaven is not protected by gods and demons? If you let all the sleeping ancestors hear this, why don’t you open the coffin and beat you to death, this unworthy descendant! ’

Sikong's expression showed some awe, and he laughed and cursed in his heart at Xian Qiuming's nonsense.