Once again, he lost track of time, remembering only that his beard and hair had been shaved five times from the roots, and from this he concluded that he had been trapped in the stone chamber for five hundred years.

On this day, after Zhang Zhao felt that his cultivation had reached the ninth level of the God King Realm, he tried to smash the wall again.

After experiencing countless disappointments, this time Zhang Zhao became a lot calmer, with the attitude of giving it a try, he gave a knife casually, and after a knife went down, nothing happened.

The sword qi did not touch the wall, and there was no sound of the wall collapsing.

"Whew, Whew......."

Suddenly, there was a whistling sound in Zhang Zhao's ears, and then the dazzling sunlight shone in.

The light was like a sharp sword, and one by one it came to Zhang Zhao's side through the darkness, illuminating all the surrounding scenes.

"Yikes!"

When the eyes were recruited, Zhang Zhao hurriedly covered his eyes with his hands, and after a long, long time, when his eyes adapted to this light, Zhang Zhao slowly opened his eyes and saw everything around him clearly.

He was in the middle of a snowy field, a valley, with thick snow and a strong wind. For the first time, he felt the cold and saw the sun.

"Coming out?"

Zhang Zhao asked in disbelief, but no one could give him any answer to this question.

At this time, Zhang Zhao's body suddenly began to become transparent, and in that transparency, there was constantly a flash of golden light, and at the same time, he clearly felt that his cultivation was soaring in a straight line.

The God King Realm is one, two, and three.

God Emperor Realm, after a while, Zhang Zhao felt some kind of blockage in the meridians, but he was quickly rushed away by the absolute true qi power, which meant that he broke through the first gate of the God Emperor Realm, followed by the second gate, the third gate, and the fourth gate.

When the true qi traveled through the meridians and rushed to the fifth gate, it was finally blocked.

"God Emperor Realm, Breaking the Four Gates......."

Zhang Zhao looked at his hands with an incredible expression, at this time, he was like a wild man, his hair was dirty, his beard was unkempt, and it was difficult to even see his appearance, only a pair of eyes, which were revealing a clever light.

"I didn't expect that I was trapped for five hundred years, and one day I finally came out, and Xiu Wei also came to the God Emperor Realm to break through the four gates. ”

Zhang Zhao felt very excited, but it didn't take long for him to start feeling lost and calm again.

He has come out now, but does the world still know him? In the past 500 years, I am afraid that China at this time has long been a matter of fact, right?

Zhang Zhao looked around, thinking about what he had experienced. At this time, he suddenly thought that he might have entered a special secret realm, and that secret realm continued to absorb his own cultivation, thus making the secret realm stronger, but as long as he exceeded the speed of the secret realm's cultivation and broke the secret realm, then all the previously absorbed power would be returned to him in the moment he came out. This also includes the cultivation of people who were trapped in the secret realm before and did not escape, but it seems that this secret realm has not trapped anyone before, otherwise Zhang Zhao's cultivation at this time could be a little higher.

Looking back on the experience of the past 500 years, Zhang Zhao really feels incredible. Loneliness made him strong, but it also made him experience countless collapses, if he hadn't imagined so many friends with him on the verge of collapse and spent the most difficult time, maybe he would have become the first person trapped in this secret realm.

"Alas......"

Zhang Zhao sighed silently, picked up the straight-ridged ancient knife and walked towards the exit of the valley.

Five hundred years later, he hadn't even eaten a mouthful of food, drank a sip of water, or taken a bath, and he could smell the sour smell emanating from his body. The clothes on his body were all tattered and dirty, and I didn't know where I thought a beggar had come from.

But at this time, he didn't care about this, he just wanted to go out and see the world today, to see if the current people could still know themselves? Maybe back in the Sword Gate, some of the juniors with good qualifications have not reached the realm of ascension, but they have not exhausted their longevity, maybe they have heard that there was once a person like Zhang Zhao.

Zhang Zhao walked alone on this vast snowfield with a straight-ridged ancient knife on his back, and stepped out a long footprint.

I don't know how long it took, Zhang Zhao finally returned to the town at the foot of Jianmen Mountain, but the people he saw quickly avoided him, no matter how old or young, and some children even threw vegetable leaves at him, calling him a stinky beggar.

For these, Zhang Zhao's heart has no ups and downs, he is eager to communicate with people, eager to ask what year and month he appeared, but he doesn't want to scare anyone because of his current appearance.

After about half an hour, Zhang Zhao came to the front of the Sword Gate, looking at the word "Sword Gate" on the gatehouse, the memories of the past came to his heart like a tide, but in the end, nothing could be left.

There were still two high-ranking disciples standing in front of the mountain gate, but they had long been different, and he had never seen these two people.

The disciple guarding the mountain looked shocked when he saw Zhang Zhao. He couldn't feel Zhang Zhao's strength, but the momentum he exuded was incomparable to even many elders and the first one, this person who seemed to be a savage and a beggar, the whole person looked like a knife, a sharp knife, but sometimes restrained.

"Who are you, and why did you break into my sword gate?"

After feeling Zhang Zhao's strength, the disciple of the mountain guard instantly drew his sword and faced each other, but when he saw that this beggar was covered in tatters, only the armband on his arm was still intact, his eyes showed a look of doubt.

This armband is the armband unique to their Sword Gate, although it is covered with dust, it can still be confirmed that it is the armband of the Sword Gate.

The disciples guarding the mountain looked puzzled, and then thought that there were still many elders in the Sword Sect who were crazy about cultivation, they lived in seclusion in the mountains all year round, and sometimes the retreat was decades or even hundreds of years, so it was not surprising that they were like this.

Thinking of this, this mountain guarding disciple hurriedly ran over, clasped his hands into fists, and after making a sword salute to Zhang Zhao, he asked in surprise: "Dare to ask the senior who is the elder of the lineage?"

After 500 years, Zhang Zhao heard his fellow disciples talking to him for the first time, and his inner emotions instantly rose to the extreme, he grabbed the arms of the mountain guarding disciple, and asked excitedly: "What year and month is it now?"

Hearing this, the disciple guarding the mountain was even more convinced that Zhang Zhao was an elder who was cultivating in seclusion in the mountains and had forgotten the time, so he replied respectfully: "Elder Hui, it is now the ninth year of the martial arts world, and the month is March 12. ”

"What?

Zhang Zhao's face was shocked, and after learning about the current vintage, he laughed out loud.