I am cultivating immortality in Zhetian

Chapter 90 The Ruins of the Divine City, the Sky-Mending Stone Platform

The majestic divine city is suspected to have been built by the gods long ago. The thick black walls are covered with traces of weapons, and there are large splashes of black blood stains. After years of smelting, they have integrated with the city walls, forming endless mottled patterns.

Countless years later, the smell of gunpowder smoke and war still lingers in the divine city, and there is a chilling atmosphere surging, as if layers of dark clouds are gathering in the heart, making people feel even more depressed, and many people dare not breathe.

"Could this sacred city be the relics of the great battle in the ancient times?" Fu Jin was walking among the crowd, guessing in his mind.

He didn't know much about this buried history, but he knew that this war was very involved. Many powerful men who had attained the highest level of enlightenment were involved, and even several Ji Dao weapons were shattered. Ancient Heavenly Court It has since disappeared.

The origin and age of the sacred city are still debatable, but now it has become the important place of the Wind Clan, and even the ancestral temple has been placed in it.

Along the way, Fu Jin felt a lot of terrifying auras, like dragons dormant, and like turtles lurking, silent and motionless, suppressing the divine city.

Fu Jin hides his aura and is in the same row as the Lun Hai cultivator. He cannot enter the depths of the divine city at all. He can only bow down to the ancient hall shrouded in mist from a long distance amidst the solemn chanting.

This made him a little disappointed, but when he thought about the next step of studying the ancestral monument, he started to look forward to it again.

After worshiping, they can stay briefly in the sacred city and explore other ancient places preserved in the sacred city.

Even other aristocratic families and visitors from holy places who came to watch the ceremony were allowed to enter the holy city to pay homage to the relics.

"Look, it's the Ji family's divine body and his sister."

"There are also outstanding people from the Jiang family."

"The Little Peng King of the Demon Clan."

Famous heroes from the younger generation continue to appear, causing quite a stir.

As for the other Holy Land forces in the Central Region, including Daoyi, Zifu, Wanchu, etc., almost all the Holy Sons and Saints were present.

When they saw the saint of Wanchu Holy Land walking alone, many people showed strange expressions.

The Holy Son of Wanchu Holy Land died not long ago, and a few days ago the imperial troops attacked the mountain gate. The gate is now in a mess, and there is no time to choose a new Holy Son.

With the arrival of these people, the Feng family, as the master, also sent out the best of the younger generation in the clan.

A beautiful figure who covered her true face with a colorful phoenix mask walked out of the ancient hall, her body glowing with rays of light, and she walked toward the crowd.

This is the peerless pearl of the Feng family, Phoenix, whose grandfather Feng Jingyun is also the Holy Master of the Feng family of this generation.

"Sister Fenghuang." The little moon of the Ji family floated out from beside her brother, cheering and came to Fenghuang.

They both come from ancient families, and their relationship seems much closer.

The only one in the field, the Golden-winged Peng King, who was born in the demon clan, had blond hair and a shawl. The moment he saw Fenghuang, his eyes flashed with extremely sharp brilliance, like a sharp arrow, trying to break the mask that obscured his face. .

"You don't even dare to show your appearance in front of me?"

Peng.

Fenghuang's figure remained motionless, and the five-color glow surrounding him was like auspicious clouds, surging and flowing, shattering the sharp divine light. A pleasant voice came from under the mask:

"This is the important place of our Feng family. No force is allowed. If Brother Peng is not angry, we can just fight outside the city later."

There was arrogance in his tone of voice, and the words he spoke were shocking.

Being invited to fight by a woman in person, the Golden-winged Xiaopeng King looked a little stunned, and then felt even more embarrassed. There seemed to be flames burning in his golden eyes, revealing a frightening murderous aura.

"I hope you won't disappoint me."

As the two leaders of the younger generation of the people and demons in the Central Territory, whoever can win the final victory will be the future king of the Central Territory.

This battle is destined to attract countless attention.

The saints and saints from other holy places also have different looks.

"I heard that there are many ruins preserved in the divine city. As a landowner, Sister Fenghuang, why don't you take us to see them."

The saint from Daoyi Holy Land has clear eyes and a calm expression. There is a quiet power in the melodious voice, which dissipates the invisible anger and allows everyone to return to their original purpose.

"That's fine." Fenghuang nodded, moved his steps lightly, and led everyone to various parts of the divine city.

The movements of this group of people naturally attracted countless people to follow them.

Fujin had just arrived and didn't know much about the situation in the sacred city. When he saw someone willing to be a tour guide, he followed them without any courtesy.

The divine city has a long history, not only retaining the original relics, but also the relics of the predecessors collected by the Feng family from various places. These things are not treasures and ancient weapons, most of them are just ordinary items, or they are engraved on ancient monuments. A few lines of handwriting, but because of its former owner, they have a slightly different charm and artistic conception.

Looking at the writing on the stele, someone suddenly started talking about the most famous ancient stele in the world.

"I heard that thieves who sneaked into your gate stole many ancient steles from the Forest of Steles. I don't know if it's true or not?" Someone suddenly spoke and looked at the saint Zhao Yanran of Wanchu Holy Land.

As a saint, she should know a lot about what happened that day.

But for some reason, Zhao Yanran denied such rumors and said:
“Rumors are just rumors after all, and they are far from the truth.

“The Forest of Steles is an important place at the gate of the mountain, and there are endless formations laid by our predecessors. How could the ancient stele be stolen by thieves who were lucky enough to sneak in?
"This person should be related to the thieves who stole the bones of our ancestors before. It was only because of the search by the Supreme Elders that an error occurred during the transmission, and he accidentally entered the Forest of Steles." Zhao Yanran's words attracted everyone's attention. The power was transferred from the Forest of Steles to the tomb robbers.

When Fujin heard this explanation, his heart moved. After careful consideration, he understood the purpose of Wanchu Holy Land.

The nine-sided ancient stele is the origin of the inheritance of the Wanchu Holy Land. It is a supreme treasure of practice. Everyone can understand different Dharma from it. Once lost, it means that the inheritance is missing and the foundation of the Holy Land is damaged. Over time, it will It affects the strength of Shanmen.

With changes in strength, his status in the spiritual world will naturally be affected. Before the matter was fully exposed, Wanchu Holy Land chose to keep it a secret and directed all the trouble to the "ancestral bones" that had previously attracted countless ridicules. Stolen".

"After verification by the Supreme Elders, this matter is related to a tomb robber named 'Duan De'. Now a death order has been issued and a reward is offered for this person.

"Comrades, if you meet this person, please don't show mercy."

When hearing the name "Duan De", several exclamations rang out from the crowd, including Ji Ziyue from the Ji family.

"This man also spied on the tomb of a deceased god-king in my clan before."

"The theft of the relics of one of our ancestors is also related to this Taoist priest Duan De." The Holy Son of Zifu said.

Several people who originally doubted Zhao Yanran's words couldn't help but believe it when they saw this appearance.

When Fu Jin heard this statement, he felt quite funny in his heart.

It seems that Duan De will take the blame.

Following the crowd through the layers of palaces, there are magnificent mountains that are connected to the sacred city.

At this moment, the dragon tablet floating in the life spring once again experienced power fluctuations.

Fu Jin looked not far away.

It was a gray, rough stone platform, not very tall, and covered with mud stains and dust. It leaned against the mountain wall and sat on the ground, making it look particularly ordinary.

But as everyone's eyes fell, they felt an inexplicable Taoist charm flowing, which was natural and peaceful, with a strong artistic conception of life that lingered for a long time.

"What is this?" someone asked with a look of surprise on his face.

Fenghuang looked at the stone platform with a strange color in his bright eyes, as if he was missing something, and said slowly:
"It is said that a long time ago, there was a great war, which caused the sky to crack and the earth to sink. All living things were affected and their lives were taken away by the floods.

"Witnessing this tragic situation, a supreme being couldn't bear it, so he mined strange stones to complete the sky, lifted the land from the flood, and saved other living beings."

Fenghuang's tone was calm, without the previous arrogance, as if he was telling a mythical story that had nothing to do with him.

"Sister Fenghuang doesn't mean to say that this stone platform is the strange stone left by that strong man, right?" Zhao Yanran said with a smile.

Fenghuang shook his head and corrected:

"No, this is where the Supreme Being smelts strange stones."

"If there really is such a thing, I'm afraid it will be the Emperor and Emperor who are at the pinnacle of enlightenment." Zhao Yanran chuckled:

"It's a pity that from ancient times to the present, I have never heard of any strong man having such a deed."

Zhao Yanran didn't believe such a legend, and others just listened to it as a story.

On the contrary, the brothers and sisters of the Ji family and the outstanding figure of the Jiang family seemed to be immersed in the story, looking at the stone platform, wondering what they thought of.

Fenghuang didn't say anything more and led everyone away from here.

This time, Fu Jin did not follow, but chose to stay, get close to this unknown stone platform, and try to touch it with his hands.

The dragon stele shed out streaks of green light, followed his palm, and landed on the stone platform.

hum.

The ordinary stone platform trembled, and fragmented and blurry pictures appeared in Fu Jin's consciousness.

Between heaven and earth, there are raging floods everywhere. There is no other scenery and no living creature.

Voices of mourning and weeping sounded out. In this picture, the empty world was dark, nothing existed, only the lingering deep sadness.

He saw five colors of light, the light was soft, the five elements rotated, and finally turned into a brilliance that looked like the clear blue sky, containing the artistic conception of life.

The world has regained its light.

He seemed to see a hazy figure, shrouded in five-color divine light, unable to see clearly, and his consciousness began to chase it.

The body outside of consciousness was also affected, and was involuntarily attracted to sit on the stone platform for meditation.

There was a sound of chanting in his heart, or in other words, it came from his consciousness.

“Every movement of the sun and the moon is the path of the four poles.

"The extremely low-level people live sixty thousand miles away from the place where the masters live, and the torrents of water come down from all directions."

　I’m having two yangs, so I’ll start with this today, more than 7000 words. I’ll lie down at home tomorrow and try to increase the number of words depending on the situation.
　　
　
(End of this chapter)