A blood moon hung over the basin, allowing Bai Xiu to barely see the scene below.

It is like a funnel, wide at the top and narrow at the bottom, and the cliff where the waterfall hangs is almost straight up and down, as if it has been cut open by a giant axe.

The river cascades down the waterfall, passes through a deep pool, and then spirals down the outer edge of the basin to look like a giant mosquito coil.

The banks of the river are still lined with flowers that barely see the gaps, and they are constantly changing with the change of terrain, and the layers are very spectacular.

But Bai Xiu's vision was also blocked by this sea of flowers, and he tried several times but could not see what the end of the river and the center of the basin was.

"Is this the end of the land of listening to souls?" Looking at such a shocking scene in front of him, Bai Xiu couldn't help but mutter.

But he soon came to his senses, and wondered how he could go down to the bottom of the basin.

The hardest part is undoubtedly the cliff at the beginning, which is smooth as a mirror and has no place to stay.

And Linglongsi is only nine feet long, and the length is far from enough.

However, he was not such an easy person to give up, and searched carefully along the bluestone road under his feet.

After a while, things came to an eyebrow.

It turned out that at the end of the road there was a calf-thick iron chain, because it was completely blocked by the waterfall hanging upside down, and no trace was exposed.

If it weren't for Bai Xiu's extraordinary ear power and hearing the abnormality of the sound of the water flowing there, he would definitely not have found it.

He secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and immediately stopped hesitating, and with a long thought in his hand, he grabbed the chain and jumped down.

In the air, he kicked his left and right feet alternately, swaying against the cliff wall, and climbed the chain through the waterfall.

Then he threw it out again, and in a few ups and downs, he had gone down to the end of the chain, and then he rolled over and jumped into the deep pool.

The pool of water was cold and biting, and Bai Xiu couldn't help but shiver.

He quickly collected his thoughts, swam through the waterfall to the riverbank, and then pulled the flowers and continued downstream along the river.

After walking for a long time, the river in front of me suddenly plummeted, and it turned out to be another waterfall.

However, the waterfall was much smaller than the previous one, and he easily climbed down.

It turns out that the river does not completely spiral down, but sinks a few meters like a break in the riverbed at intervals – making the entire Suring River look like a giant staircase, leading down to the center of the basin.

Bai Xiu walked very fast, and it didn't take long for him to reach the last few steps of the river.

The view here is limited, and the moon, which is already setting to the west, cannot shine at all.

Fortunately, there was a faint glimmer of light below, which made Bai Xiu finally see what the center of this basin was, but he soon froze in place.

There are shadows and shadows, and all kinds of buildings are connected to each other, and it is actually a city.

And that glimmer was the reflection of a few lights in the city, which seemed to be some street lamps.

"This ......" Bai Xiu was so surprised that he was almost speechless.

He was a little skeptical that he had been tricked by Zhong Ming, maybe this was another illusion he had created, otherwise how could the end of the place where the soul was reincarnated, the place where the soul was heard, be such a small city?

Or is it that Huangquan Biluo is actually under the ground of this city, and it is just the legendary Ghost King City?

Faced with such a strange city, Bai Xiu was puzzled, but a voice in his heart kept telling him that this was the end of the Yellow Spring and the place where all souls resided.

It's a strange feeling that I don't know how to describe, and maybe I can attribute it to intuition, and Bai Xiu has always trusted his instincts.

If this is really the end of the yellow spring, then he has to be careful.

Bai Xiu suddenly remembered Zhong Ming's words, even if this person was not credible, what he said was probably not all alarmist.

Although nothing happened along the way, who knows what kind of danger lies under this calm.

Bai Xiu thought about it, but decided to observe carefully before making a plan.

He looked around a few times and found a suitable spot.

This time, he finally saw what it looked like.

However, at this glance, Bai Xiu's heart became more and more shocked.

The pattern of this city is exactly the same as that of Baijia Town!

"Could it be that the Bai family also has some kind of relationship with the Land of Listening to Souls?" Bai Xiu looked at the small city below in a daze, countless thoughts flashed through his mind.

However, the sudden stinging in his eyes reminded him that now was not the time to be in a daze, and he decided to go into the city to investigate.

The last waterfall of the river connected the city, and the difference was not large, only one or two meters high.

Bai Xiu didn't dare to be careless, walked to the edge of this strange city and took a closer look, and made sure that there was no one nearby, so he shook the delicate thoughts in his hand, hooked the eaves of a two-story small building and swung down.

Immediately, his left hand sank, and with the help of a somersault, he rolled quickly when he landed, and hid in a dark place near the small building.

Not far away, there was a street lamp, which lit the bluestone pavement in front of the building.

There was a dead silence all around, not to mention human voices, not even a single insect chirp.

Bai Xiu couldn't help but feel a little uneasy in her heart.

Is this a dead city?

But why are these street lights on again?

His thoughts raced in his head, and he immediately collected Linglong thoughts and walked towards the city.

But the more he walked, the more frightened he became.

There was really no one in the city, and the doors of the roadside houses were closed, and it looked like no one had lived in it for a long time.

But gradually, a sense of déjà vu arose in his heart, and after a closer look, he found that the location he was in now corresponded to a corner of the Phoenix Sect, and the path under his feet was the road leading to the Ming Greedy Wolf Division.

For a moment, Bai Xiu was a little skeptical that he had gone back to Hongmengli Town for some reason.

However, he quickly dismissed this speculation.

The ghost here is full of ghosts, and it is not the appearance of Hongmeng Valley's full of aura, there must be something strange in it.

Bai Xiu sorted out his thoughts a little, then drew up a plan in his heart, and walked quickly towards the center of the small city.

Regardless of whether this place is true or not, if it is the same pattern as Hongmengli Town, then the most critical place must be the ancestral hall and the Huxin Altar, maybe some clues can be found there.

He even guessed that perhaps, like Baijia Town, the Huxin Altar also had a secret passage to another secret place.

It didn't take long for him to arrive at the shore of the city's "Suling Lake".

Although the center of the lake is empty and there is no altar, there is indeed a building very similar to the Bai family ancestral hall standing directly north of the lake.

The door of the ancestral hall was gently closed and not locked.

Bai Xiu intently investigated, and when he saw that there was nothing unusual, he cautiously pushed the door open.

There was a row of lights inside, and the dim light on the old walls looked particularly eerie.

Unfortunately, the ancestral hall was empty, and the way to get the clues seemed to have been interrupted.

However, under his careful investigation, Bai Xiu still found a stone wall engraved with words.

This stone wall is hidden in the innermost part of the ancestral hall, where the light is dim, and it is really difficult for people to notice.

There isn't much text on it, only a few lines.

Bai Xiu barely read the contents by almost touching his hands.

"The true soul is upright, walking in accordance with the way, out of the spirit, the mysterious...... Lord Xuanji is above, and the Bu clan stands respectfully. Bai Xiu whispered, and there was a faint guess in his heart.

Could it be that this is the place where this Bu tribe lives in seclusion?

This person called Xuanji is probably their ancestor.

Just as the Venerable Bai Xingyi of Heavenly Cultivation created the Six Sects, the Bu clan built this city under his leadership, and based on it, it has been multiplied and passed down from generation to generation.

It's just that...... Where have they gone now?

If this Bu clan has long since disappeared, then who lit these lights?

Thinking of this, Bai Xiu's heart suddenly moved, and he hurriedly walked under a lamp to check it carefully.

These lamps are old bronze oil lamps, the same style as the soul listening lamp, but much larger.

The lamps of these lamps were filled with lamp oil, and the wicks of these lamps did not know how long they burned, but they only burned off the shallow layer of the surface.

Bai Xiu dipped his fingers, gently twisted between his fingers, sniffed a few more times, and knew it in his heart.

This lamp is not an ordinary oil lamp, but a permanent lamp.

Its lamp oil is made of a special material. Legend has it that the lamp lit with this kind of oil will not be extinguished for 10,000 years, and it is found in many imperial tombs.

No wonder there is no sign here, but these lights are on, as it was a long time ago.

A thought suddenly popped up in Bai Xiu's mind, this strange city is like a giant tomb, and this Bu clan lives in this tomb - judging from the inscription just now, this clan obviously worships ghost culture very much, and the two really complement each other.

And now it's empty, and it's like a real tomb.