Ninth-level fairy

Chapter 302 The Burial Place of Gods

As these bone hands decreased, a huge floating island began to appear before the three people.

The floating island was shrouded in a golden curtain of light.

The golden curtain of light resembled a large golden bell, immense and boundless, completely stretching out the entire space. Atop this golden curtain of light lay countless tadpole-like runes, which, after thousands of years of circulation, still exuded a divine aura, keeping anyone at arm's length.

The golden light curtain blocked all sights, and the world inside could not be seen at all.

The three of them set foot on the floating island.

"Is this the place where the gods are buried?"

"What will it be like inside?"

This thought flashed through the minds of both of them at the same time.

Was the woman from that year suppressed here?

No one knows the answer, not even Du Fang.

You Huang walked very carefully, constantly reminding them, "Don't get close to that golden curtain of light! It's a Dao pattern cast by the Heavenly Emperor of the Upper Realm on the immortal weapon. If you get close, you will be reduced to ashes!"

Du Fang listened to the advice this time. He knew the power of this magical weapon.

In Quzhou City before, countless powerful people in the realm of sea were turned into ashes under the Heavenly Secret Seal. In addition to the powerful people of the ninth realm who had bathed in the divine blood, there was also his own immortal body.

Almost no one escaped that massacre.

When the Great Emperor Changsheng of the South Pole used the Heavenly Secret Seal to suppress the evil god under the city of Nagqu, the aftermath reduced all the powerful cultivators in the mortal world to ashes.

He would never dare to act rashly in front of such a magical weapon.

The three of them walked along the circumference of the floating island, turned several corners, and climbed up a gray hill.

The three of them climbed to the top of the mountain. You Huang finally breathed a sigh of relief. Looking at the broken crack on the golden light curtain, he said softly:

"arrive!"

Du Fang and Bai Zhi looked at the crack at the same time.

The crack was very small, sometimes merging and sometimes separating, only the size of a fingernail crack. But when the crack expanded to the size of a fingernail crack, the two of them suddenly froze at the same time.

Du Fang imagined the scene of the burial ground of the gods, which should be desolate and silent. He also imagined that there would be a pile of bones there. He even imagined that it was a place shrouded in smoke and clouds of chaotic power.

But now, what appeared before their eyes was a vast expanse of grassland. In the river valley beneath the grassland, thousands of houses were lined up in rows.

Each house has green walls and white tiles, and its design is very ancient.

Surrounded by green and yellow jungle shrubs.

"This... this... how could it be like this?" Du Fang's mouth was almost open, but Bai Zhi was much calmer, as if she had seen such a scene a long time ago.

You Huang looked at her face and asked, "Aren't you surprised?"

"What's so surprising about this? There are such beautiful towns everywhere!" Bai Zhi replied indifferently.

You Huang pointed at the crack and asked Bai Zhi, "You know the origin of this crack, don't you? A divine object that can cut through an immortal weapon must also be an immortal weapon, and a divine weapon from before the dawn of time!"

"Was this rift cut by someone?"

Du Fang was so surprised that a stone could be stuffed into his mouth.

With such a strong immortal energy, the strength of a mortal could actually create a crack on it.

You Huang's expression was calm and he said calmly:

"This rift was created 1,400 years ago when Li Qinghua, carrying the Great Desolation Sword, Mo Hen, entered this Netherworld Scroll and used his Heaven-shattering magical power to carve out the rift!"

She looked at Bai Zhi's expression and asked with a smile, "Don't you believe it?"

Bai Zhi snorted coldly.

Youhuang waved her hands, and an ancient rune thread was pulled out from her hair. One end of the thread was connected to the light curtain, and the other end was connected to Baizhi's body.

As the rune threads lit up with green light.

Du Fang was surprised to find that on Bai Zhi's back, a red sword light was rising slowly from the dragon spine of her body.

Bai Zhi's face immediately changed and she forcibly pulled the silk thread off.

"Do you believe it now?" There was a playful smile on Youhuang's face.

Perhaps influenced by the aura of the divine sword just now, the crack widened a little. This time, Du Fang finally saw it clearly.

The world under the Chaos Fairy Bell is actually an ancient town buried in the deep mountains and forests!

Look far into the distance and take in the surrounding terrain.

To the east of the ancient town lies a bottomless cliff, with two towering snow-capped mountains standing opposite, like two large seals.

Du Fang held his head high and praised, "Good feng shui!"

The buildings in the town are old, and it is obvious that it is an ancient town that has been isolated from the world for hundreds of years.

Under the illumination of the Chaos Immortal Bell, this town did not show any sign of decay.

Everything looks brand new.

Moreover, the weather inside was natural, with clouds and rain. Du Fang knew in his heart that this was a small world created by a powerful cultivator using his own cultivation.

At a glance at this time, water vapor was rising above the town and clouds and mist were lingering on the mountain tops, as if it had just rained. The meadows were even greener, and the stream was clear at the bottom, winding around the town and flowing into the big cliff, forming an extremely spectacular cloud waterfall.

Du Fang felt relaxed and stared at the beautiful scenery in front of him in shock.

Anyone who has passed through the dark underground sea of ​​corpses, rotting flesh, and polluted air will be shocked and astonished when he sees this paradise on earth.

"What's the name of this town?"

"This town is where Your Majesty grew up, Zangyun Town!" Youhuang said softly, with infinite respect in his voice.

Youhuang's voice was very soft:

"After ascending to the upper realms, Her Majesty the Underworld Emperor became the North Pole Ghost Emperor. However, her good fortune didn't last long. The Celestial Emperors discovered her aspirations and ambitions. She fought one against three, but was defeated. After being exiled from the upper realms, she used her great magical powers to move her hometown here in order to provide a resting place for her soul!"

Du Fang looked at everything in front of him in surprise.

The buildings of this entire ancient town are built on a circle of huge yellow discs.

Each exposed golden disc is engraved with various ancient runes.

Bai Zhi said quietly:

"What is recorded in ancient books is indeed true!"

"What is recorded?"

Du Fang had never heard of it, let alone seen any ancient books about it. He knew that since Bai Zhi said this, there must be such ancient books that he had never seen.

Bai Zhi said, "My Longyuan ancient books once recorded that during the prehistoric era, when this place was still a watery world, a golden disc flew down from the sky and landed on this endless sea..."

"So, the ghost tribe, who once worshipped the gods, had their homes destroyed. Countless islands suddenly disappeared, and this place completely became a sea of ​​water. There was no island left..."

This scene was very familiar. It was the same doomsday scene they had seen in the high priest's eyes before.

The dazzling yellow halo that descended from the sky was the golden disc that appeared before our eyes.

Compared to the immersive feeling, the feeling just now was more real.

You Huang suddenly said, "Your ancient book of Long Yuan must have existed before the shattering of the prehistoric world!"

Bai Zhi was silent for a while, and finally said:

"Yes, Grandma, you guessed it right. This ancient book was found by my sect's founder, Empress Qinghua, from an abandoned ancient Taoist temple in the ruins of the Abyss. It was recorded on a tortoise shell..."

"you are wrong!"

You Huang's old face suddenly twisted a few times: