Chapter 609: The resting place of all the saints

　　 In the land of five continents, the undercurrent seems to be raging under the tranquility. The elites of Chaotian Pavilion from all sides quietly gathering in the void did not alarm the Meishan monks in the northwestern corner of Central China.
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In Xuandu City, the Jade Man looked at a few broken walls alone, where a Taoist man with long hair was standing with his hand in his hand, sometimes closing his eyes and sometimes opening his eyes, seeming to be searching for something.
Near and far away, both of them were waiting for Yang Jian to return. Although Yang Jian had just entered for only half a day, there was already a little worried expression on Master Xuandu's eyes.
"Don't really have anything wrong with this kid, go forward so carelessly, not afraid... Tsk, it's really..."
Xuan Du groaned a few times and didn't rush into it. He still stood there just waiting.
Yang Jian Yuanshen's cultivation is not excellent. When he wants to return, if no one is here to guide him, he will never find a way out.
"Let's wait and see," Xuan Du groaned twice, his tyrannical divine consciousness leaped into the overlapping and chaotic universe ahead, following the figure that kept moving forward.
From the perspective of Xuandu at this time, Yang Jian just walked step by step in the gray mist, looking everywhere.
And Master Xuandu naturally knew that the sly place in the tomb of the saint, every step was a world, and every step would fall into a dangerous place where a saint's way would evolve.
Like Yang Jian, it is actually the safest way to detour and turn back at a distance. Although it is possible to miss many opportunities, at least there is no risk of life.
Treasure hunting is most avoiding greed.
Yang Jian's purpose was clear, and he came to fix the Sea God Pearl. Even with a startling glance, Yang Jian would step away cautiously when he felt the breath of the innate treasure.
It's just that such a character is very rare in Xuan Du's eyes.
"Where will the orb be?"
Yang Jian muttered in a low voice, lest it would startle something if the sound was too loud.
As long as he thought of the possibility of walking under his feet, the corpse of a saint who was known to be immortal, Yang Jian felt a flurry of hair.
Every step you take, there will be different Dao rhymes, but most Dao rhymes are incomplete;
Every half a meter, I feel as if I have stepped across a world, and there will be scenes I have never seen before.
As if there are countless worlds and countless small worlds squeezed here, Qiankun is like a book with infinite pages, and he is roaming in every page of the world.
Tomb of Saints...
It's quite peculiar.
Yang Jian thought that there would be a lot of agencies and countless restrictions, but after entering, he didn't feel any hostility towards himself, an outsider.
Even if there is a trap, it is directly in front of him, as long as he is not tempted, he can continue to move on safely.
As Yang Jian walked step by step, the rhyme around him changed and the scene in front of him changed.
He has not been able to find the whereabouts of Dinghai God Orb, so he has been walking like this, bypassing when encountering danger, or stepping back to find another path.
In the past half day, he didn't feel any danger here, he was just looking around, and there was a little disappointment in his heart.
Sure enough, as the master said, there is no need to hold a weapon when entering the tomb of the saint, and the Dao heart can be stable and worry-free.
Until a stone monument appeared on the road ahead, and Yang Jian walked ten feet away, the universe did not change.
There were a few complicated characters that Yang Jian couldn't understand on the stone tablet, but Yang Jian looked at it for a while, and there were a few more words in his mind.
This is the text of the Dao, which was born during the Fifth Tai Dynasty, and is a superb way of conveying messages to future generations. It cannot be written by the saints who are not Dao Dao.
The messages carried by these four characters were also transformed into simple words that he could understand in Yang Jian's heart:
"If you have passed the Heart Sea Realm, you can enter the Holy Gates."
The so-called Heart Sea Realm is the endless world evolved by the remnants of the saints buried here. It is also the ‘prime culprit’ that caused only one side of the city to enter and exit the Chaos Sea.
The principles of every saint can recreate the world, and after the spirits of these saints die, there are still broken paths that circulate.
What Yang Jian saw along the way was nothing more than a corner of the heart-sea world. Many of the scenes in it were memories of the saint’s incomplete spirits, and they were only ‘represented’ and turned into a real world.
Such a damaged world is bound to be dangerous and abnormal, and a master like Xuan Du dare not say that he has a full grasp of the whole body and retreat.
In the Heart Sea Realm, there was originally a little saint’s heritage, but also many treasures. If you lay down your life, you might really gain something...
It's a pity that these were things before Qian Hong moved the hollow sea world treasure.
The small half innate spirit treasures and most of the innate treasures that are circulating in the prehistoric land today were brought out here by Qian Hong.
Cough, get back to business.
In addition to introducing the heart and sea world, these four Taoisms also have a warning:
‘Behind the stele is a resting place for all the saints. Don’t disturb. ’
The deterrence of these words is not as great as a sentence of ‘forbidden land’.
Yang Jian looked at the stele in a decent way, and he had to go around the stele and continue to explore.
The real Jade Ding once said that the Dinghai God Orb was originally a set of 36. It was a magic weapon of a great saint in the Taisu era. The later saint fell. This set of orbs was snatched by two saints, one of them The saint got twelve, and a saint got twenty-four.
In the prehistoric age, the twenty-four Dinghai God Pearls were born first and were obtained by the Master Tongtian.
Therefore, if you can find the tomb of the saint who has obtained the twelve Dinghai God Orbs, it is very possible to find the remaining 12 Dinghai God Orbs.
This is the clue that Yang Jian has. Now that he has reached the tomb of the true saint, how can he give up if he doesn't go in and search for it?
As soon as he walked around the stone monument, the scenery in Yang Jian's eyes suddenly changed!
There is dry land under your feet, and a low gloomy sky above your head. Looking at it, there are huge volcanoes on the horizon. The volcanoes are blooming with strangely shaped clouds. These clouds and mists are shining with gorgeous brilliance and flooding this place. throughout.
This world has no boundaries at all, and the huge volcanoes on the horizon do not know how far away he is.
Even Yang Jian felt a little absurd intuition in his heart.
Even with the Seventy-Two Transformation and Feather Evacuation Art, I will never be able to fly before these volcanoes!
Compared to this, the clouds floating from the top of these ‘volcanoes’ attracted Yang Jian’s mind.
There was a divine light in Yang Jian's eyes, staring at the cloud and mist constantly, raising his hand to pat his forehead, opening the reincarnation eyes.
Right now, Yang Jian couldn't help but took a breath.
Those clouds are actually shining stars! Yang Jian didn't want to use these two words to describe these clouds, but what he saw with his eyes was familiar and unfamiliar.
universe! ?
Every cloud and mist is a piece of cosmic space he knows?
Hazy nebulae, orbiting galaxies, the smallest dust particles that make up this cloud and fog everywhere, are stars emitting light and heat?
My hometown is also here, in these clouds?
What did Honghuangtiandi say, what did Chaoshai say, and what did the fifth congenitals say?
The volcanoes lined up on the horizon, the tombs of the saints, the clouds and mists rising from the tombs of the saints, there are clouds and mists everywhere, and space everywhere...
As if possessed, he stretched out his right hand to Yunwu, and a big man appeared all over his body.
The vertical eyes on his forehead slowly closed, Yang Jian covered his forehead and slowly knelt down on the ground, staring at the clouds in a daze.
What exactly is going on?
At this moment, a soft voice came from behind.
"This fellow Taoist, does the saint buried here have your ancestors?"
Yang Jian was startled for a moment, and immediately forced down the complicated thoughts in his heart, and stood up vigilantly.
Behind him, a middle-aged Taoist man with an illusory stature floated with his hand, as if watching Yang Jian was very alert, standing more than ten feet away.
This Taoist made a sage to Yang Jian. If you look carefully, this daoyi is a little different from the daoyi in the wild.
"I just met a fellow Taoist, and I am the monument of the heart, guarding this place." The Taoist smiled, "I thought the little brother was here to hunt for treasure, so I didn't want to show up to meet him. worship."
Worship...
Yang Jian didn't deny it, but didn't admit it either. He just said, "Senior, I have some confusion in my heart. I wonder if Senior can answer me something."
"Let's talk about it."
"These mountains... are the tombs of the saints?"
The Taoist priest at the monument chuckled and nodded, with a little emotion in his words, "Yes, under each tomb is buried a sage who was once a master, but unfortunately, they died in one battle for the spiritual world."
There are more than a hundred mountains on the horizon!
"Did you die?"
"Well, they were all killed in battle," the Taoist Jiebei smiled embarrassedly, "I also heard the treasure hunters here say."
Yang Jian asked again: "Are these saints from the Taiji world?"
"What the Taoist fellow said, I don't understand, what is the Taiji world?" The Taoist at the boundary monument looked puzzled, and his eyes were not fake.
Yang Jian's heart was even more shocked. Could this place be the earlier period of the Fifth Innate?
Yes, a little ripple appeared in Yang Jian's heart.
The tomb of the saints seems to have existed a long time ago. It once came to the Taisu realm. After the wars and chaos of the Taisu realm, the sages of the Taisu realm were placed in the Chaos Sea and built the current Xuantu City outside the tomb.
In other words, the tomb of the saints here is at least a product of Tai Chi.
Nowadays, according to what the Taoist of this world monument said, it may even be Taisu, Tai Chi before, and more ancient times...
Yang Jian murmured, "Who can kill so many saints..."
"Naturally it is the enemy of the living world," the Taoist at the monument also sighed, "The way is in balance, life and death, existence and nonexistence, endless creatures come from that simple line, and perhaps they will eventually return to the simplest one. Wire it."
Yang Jian:……
Forget it, don't understand.
"Dare to ask Senior, the clouds and mist floating above these mountain passes~EbookFREE.me~ seem to be a world of heaven and earth..."
"Ah, those," the Taoist priest stood with his hands in his hands, raised his head and looked at the clouds and mist, and said with a smile, "That's the skill that saints have."
Yang Jian asked, "What kind of skill?"
"All living beings don't want to die. The saint has completed all the sublimation of living beings and reached the apex of the Tao, but they are still living beings. But all living beings don't want to die even if their hearts die."
"The moment when the saints die, these clouds and mists will appear... I also heard people here say that there are illusory worlds in these clouds and mists, which are the illusory worlds played at the end of the Avenue of Saints. It does not exist in the Chaos Sea."
"The true spirit of the saint is roaming in it. If one day the true spirit of the saint finds their way back, they will be able to return in these illusory worlds, and the saint will come back to life again."
The Taoist priest sighed faintly, "Anyway, I haven't seen any saint coming back."
Aside, Yang Jian had already clenched his palm inexplicably.
The illusory world...
The Taoist priest saw Yang Jian frowning, and said with a smile: "Don't you understand? These are probably the dreams of the saints after their sleep."
Dreamland... the dreamland of the saint after his sleep?
Hearing this, Yang Jian slowly closed his eyes, a tear fell from the corner of his eye, and his clenched fist slowly stretched out.
If the world with only the stars is just the illusory world created by the saint after his sleep, where did he come from?