Chapter 4600: : Relics of Fang Qingyang

In the quiet passage, Ye Wuque walked forward slowly.
Although it was only the second time, all the furnishings and conditions in the sacrificial hall had long been deeply imprinted in Ye Wuque's mind.
As Ye Wuque moved forward, a soft light lit up around him, and soon, the smell of incense came to his face.
At the end of the passage, Ye Wuque's eyes were bright.
The vast hall appeared in front of his eyes again, and the thick incense smell at the tip of his nose contained sandalwood, which was very light and light.
Nothing seems to have changed here, there are still huge white candles standing in all directions, thousands of them are thick as human arms, and the whole sacrificial hall is illuminated.
On the altar, densely packed memorial tablets were erected there, and a giant cauldron in front of them was surrounded by incense and fireworks.
Ye Wuque's eyes condensed on these unnamed tablets without names and images, and his eyes were deep.
Compared to the surprise when he first came, Ye Wuque was at peace at this moment.
He walked forward slowly, before the giant cauldron, looking at the never-burning incense inside, a sharp meaning flashed across his deep eyes.
"Maybe these unnamed brands..."
Suddenly, a thought faintly surfaced in Ye Wuque's heart, and even he himself was a little surprised and unimaginable.
Ye Wuque, who stood quietly, slowly raised his hands at this moment, put them together, and solemnly saluted these tablets.
After the ceremony, Ye Wuque stopped staying and walked behind the altar.
The wall wrapped around the ivy appeared in front of Ye Wuque's eyes again. With a wave of his big sleeve, the ivy spread out, and the passage leading to the small sacrifice room appeared.
Ye Wuque stepped into it. Under his perception, wherever he went, there was no change from the first time he came, and there was no remaining aura left.
No one else has come in since he came last time.
When Ye Wuque stepped into the small sacrificial chamber, the 18 white candles were still burning in all directions, illuminating everything here.
Five times the size of the unnamed tablet outside was quietly erected in front of it, without any change.
When he reached the nameless tablet, Ye Wuque's right hand, the dark silver quaint little candle suddenly appeared in his hand.
The mysterious ancient pattern on the candle has an inexplicable and mysterious meaning in this silent sacrifice room.
Wow!
With a soft sound, Yuanli lit a small candle, and a small flame suddenly lit up.
The dark silver candlelight rippled, and the sun was directly on the wall of the sacrificial chamber. The candlelight suddenly gathered, and finally the colorful auspicious cloud pattern once again appeared in front of Ye Wuque's eyes.
Click!
The moment the colorful auspicious cloud pattern appeared, the groove behind the unnamed tablet appeared again.
Ye Wuque stepped forward holding the small candle, and looked at the dark groove. He flipped his hand and the ancient simple jade slip appeared in his hand, and then he was embedded in the groove.
Hum!
The quaint jade slips suddenly burst out with a faint brilliance, the mysterious and ancient fluctuations followed closely, and the entire unnamed tablet was shrouded, also emitting a faint brilliance.
Click, click!
Two sounds came from the inlay of the groove, and then the two light hands condensed from the brilliance came out, each spreading out to show the void.
In the next instant, Ye Wuque heard the voice of the divine soul transformed by the power of the divine soul again.
"The final test..."
"Need a colorful secret treasure..."
"You need an identity plate with at least the authority of the quasi-lingzi..."
The strange man's ethereal and mysterious voice was very soft.
The first time he heard this divine voice, Ye Wuque speculated that it was most likely Fang Qingyang's little uncle.
Ye Wuque still felt this way now.
However, his movements did not stop, the Seven Color Seven Killing Tiangang Gourd was immediately taken out and gently placed on a bare hand.
Then, the identity plate that had obtained the full authority of the quasi-spirit was also placed in another bare hand.
Hum!
The radiance from the bare hands enveloped the Seven-Color Seven Killing Tiangang Gourd, covering it, reappearing the ancient wave, and detecting it.
"Colorful Seven Killing Tiangang Gourd... Passed."
The brilliance dissipated, and as the misty and mysterious voice sounded, the bare hands disappeared, and the colorful gourd fell back into Ye Wuque's hands.
The identity plate was also shrouded in brilliance.
"Identity detection...Quasi Lingzi."
"The permissions are complete... through."
When Ye Wuque heard these two sentences, his eyes flickered slightly.
It took almost half a year, and finally achieved something, successfully passed this test.
The other bare hand also disappeared at this moment, and the identity plate fell back into Ye Wuque's hand.
Click, click...
Immediately, the groove made a roar again, it seemed that some mechanism was being activated, and the sound of turning kept sounding.
Ye Wuque's eyes were sharp, watching all this.
After a few breaths, with the light shining, the groove inlaid with the ancient jade slips suddenly turned, as if it turned into the unnamed tablet, and at the same time a brand new part rotated out of the unnamed tablet.
That is something like a tray.
Ye Wuque's eyes suddenly narrowed!
On the tray, there were two things on the left and the right.
Is this the relic that Fang Qingyang secretly hid here?
The one on the left is an ancient talisman the size of a palm, the whole body is dark silver, and the shape is like a pool of flames.
Ye Wuque's spirit power had already enveloped him, and he felt this ancient talisman, but he didn't feel any danger.
Since this was Fang Qingyang's secret organ for storing things, he would naturally not cheat himself.
Ye Wuque picked up this ancient talisman directly, starting with it with a hint of heaviness and weight, and exuding a faint icy feeling, as if holding a piece of ice.
In addition, Ye Wuque also felt that this ancient talisman seemed to faintly exude an ancient and mysterious wave, which was very light and light. If Ye Wuque was still in the Great Sun Realm, he would not notice it.
After carefully inspecting this ancient talisman, he didn't find any other special features. Ye Wuque cast his gaze on another thing on the right side of the tray.
It was a dark silver box that looked exquisite and gorgeous, showing a rectangular shape.
The surface of the box is dotted with many hollow patterns, shining with a faint brilliance, which is very eye-catching, and you can see that the structure of these patterns is extremely precious.
And when Ye Wuque shrouded the power of the soul on the box, his eyes condensed slightly!
This rectangular dark silver box can actually isolate the detection of the power of the soul!
Even at this moment, Ye Wuque's dark star realm divine soul power was blocked by a kind of obstruction.
This made Ye Wuque feel a little strange!
Obviously the material of this dark silver box is very special.
However, he did not continue to strengthen his own power of the soul to force a confrontation, but directly reached out and took the dark silver box up.
The tentacles were cold, and the metallic texture felt very deep, and after grasping it on his hand, Ye Wuque's eyes flashed.
Only then discovered that this thing is not a box.
"this is……"
Ye Wuque carefully searched around the object, and finally found a small mechanism lock on the right part, applying gentle force with both hands.
With a click, the mechanism lock was opened, and the object was opened from right to left.
After opening it, it turned out to be white paper!
"It turned out to be a... diary?"
Ye Wuque was stunned.
He didn't expect this beautiful and gorgeous thing to be a closed diary.
Why is it a diary?
Because on the page that Ye Wuque opened at the moment, a paragraph of text was recorded on the white paper on the left and right sides.
And the position on the first line is the date!
Only writing in a diary will start with a date.
The left part.
"The fifth day of the first month."
"I am very happy, because I finally succeeded in worshipping the ancient alliance of the gods."
"Although I know that all this must be taken for granted, the feeling of a carp leaping through the dragon gate still makes me feel a kind of excitement and excitement."
"I achieved one of my goals."
"I have new motivation and set new goals."
"Work hard and persist."
"I must be... the strongest!"
Ye Wuque carefully read the content of this page, just as he thought, this tone and recording method is exactly the diary.
And it was written with a pen, not the power of the soul.
"This is Fang Qingyang's diary? Does he still have the habit of keeping a diary?"
"According to the tone of this diary, the ambition revealed by Fang Qingyang should be a record of when Fang Qingyang had just become an official disciple of the Ancient League."
Turning his gaze, Ye Wuque looked at the second diary on the right, but his eyes suddenly condensed!