The yellow sand is stacked, turning into two sand slopes on both sides, faintly exposed on the ground, a golden avenue paved with gold, on the avenue, simple but ancient cloud patterns, carved on it, turned into a ladder, leading to the desert.

And beside the road, more than a dozen or show their heads, or show half of the golden figures, standing beside the road, these golden figures, thousands of postures, some hands folded, some hands cover their shoulders, and some raise their hands high, head to the sky, and also do the golden rooster independent posture, spread their wings and want to fly.

Qin Yang walked to the Golden Avenue and stood there, his face sinking like water, motionless, secretly vigilant in his heart.

This golden wind came strangely, but it dissipated as soon as the incense burned, and after it dissipated, it immediately manifested this golden avenue, and more importantly, this golden avenue, facing him, as if he couldn't wait, tempted himself in.

Qin Yang stood here, motionless, just watching quietly.

With the passage of time, the surrounding sand dunes slowly moved, and the high golden sands slowly flowed down, filling the ravines, and after a day, the original waves were undulating, like the sea, high and low, like a hilly desert, and it was restored to the first time yesterday.

As far as the eye can see, a flat river, as flat as a mirror, the desert glowing with golden light, flashing dazzling light, but inside it is a dead silence, as if the desert itself, has died.

Qin Yang had been standing in place, quietly looking at the Golden Avenue, which was once again covered by golden sand, and there was no trace.

At that hour yesterday, I saw a wisp of golden wind in the northwest, which appeared out of thin air, and in an instant, turned into a violent wind, swept hundreds of millions of golden sands, and turned into a sandstorm that covered the sky and the sun.

It was another time for a stick of incense, and the golden sand fell, and the eyes became the same as they saw yesterday.

Qin Yang closed his eyes and pondered, always feeling that something was wrong, very wrong.

That wisp of golden wind appeared too abruptly, but I didn't even feel it at all in my heart, just like that wisp of golden wind, it should have been there, naturally.

And that golden statue, when looking at it, I didn't feel the slightest inappropriateness, but after closing my eyes, a thought suddenly came to my heart.

It's different.

There has been a change.

When I opened my eyes and looked again, I didn't notice anything wrong, everything was natural, the kind of natural way it should be.

The more this was the case, the more Qin Yang felt that something was wrong, and after thinking for a while, he took out a blank piece of paper, and printed the picture he saw in front of him on the paper.

These golden-bodied figures, a full eighteen, most of them did not show all, more than half of the body, are covered under the golden sand, the more inward, the less the part is exposed, the innermost two, only the head, from the golden sand.

Further inward, there is a faint top of a portal made of gold, and in the midst of the golden sand, the tip of the iceberg is exposed.

After all the rubbings were finished, Qin Yang still stood in place, not setting foot on the Golden Avenue.

Another day passed, and the golden wind suddenly rose, and the golden figure and the golden avenue resurfaced again, and Qin Yang once again brushed the picture he saw in front of him.

Compared with the image printed yesterday, a hint of clarity flashed in Qin Yang's eyes.

Sure enough, it was different.

The position of the golden figure is different, and I didn't see a corner of the golden portal today, but I had it yesterday, and I don't even remember it at all.

On the contrary, I feel that everything here is taken for granted, and it should be like this.

The more I thought about Qin Yang, the more I felt that it was unpredictable.

Standing in front of the Golden Avenue, I stood for more than 20 days in a row, and everything I saw every day was rubbed on paper.

On this day, Qin Yang took out all the papers again, and after comparing them with each other, several of them coincided, these golden-body statues, the daily positions are different, there is a reincarnation on the eighteenth, and the position of each golden-body statue has not been repeated in these eighteen days.

However, the changing positions of these golden figures are irregular, as if they are completely random.

Qin Yang closed his eyes, and in his mind, connected the positions of each golden figure that had changed since the eighteenth day, and then superimposed the changes of each golden figure on top of each other.

Slowly, a complex pattern that seemed to be a messy mass of threads appeared in my mind, and it was still irregular.

Qin Yang was not discouraged, and continued to peel off this messy ball of threads, peeling off the cocoon, layer by layer, at this time, there was suddenly a sense of déjà vu, these threads, like countless strange patterns, were superimposed and mixed together.

A moment later, Qin Yang's pupils suddenly shrank after peeling out the first Dao pattern that looked extremely strange but couldn't figure it out.

There is a hint of weirdness in this dead silence, and there is a hint of hollow stiffness in the simplicity, which is completely different from the patterns seen in daily life.

This is the Dao pattern, a kind of Dao pattern that is completely different from what you learn on a daily basis!

Qin Yang took out a jade slip from the storage bag, and carefully compared the stripes that were peeled off with the things in the jade slip for a long time.

"That's it!" Qin Yang's expression was shocked, and he finally got the clue.

In the empty mausoleum that I entered before, the stone wall was full of strange scratches carved by fingers, I thought it was text, but it was completely unrecognizable, and I could only identify a few words with the strongest residual thoughts, and then I guessed that in addition to those words, the rest were weird that had appeared, and I wanted to rely on a pair of hands, forcibly digging through the mausoleum, leaving traces on the stone wall.

At this moment, I finally understood that those traces were the dao patterns left by the tomb owner, and for some reason, they had to rely on a pair of hands to engrave the dao patterns on the stone wall.

After having this understanding, I looked at everything recorded in the jade slip again, and suddenly realized that these were all patterns that I had never seen before, and the style was strange.

Compare it with the chaotic threads in my mind, one by one, and quickly grasp the clue.

The messy threads are broken down into strange patterns, which are stiff and stiff, and the lines are stiff, as if they are straight lines, forcibly put together.

Try to sketch one on the paper, the surrounding dead air, immediately surged, poured into the Dao pattern, dead silence, lonely cold, and calm breath, suddenly sprayed out of the paper, the paper was silent, turned into powder, it was difficult to carry this Dao pattern at all.

After sorting out all these things, try to sketch them in the heart, and then follow the transformation method of the eighteen golden figures, and connect them with each other.

Everything I saw in front of me suddenly changed completely.

The eighteen golden-bodied figures are still in different postures, but all of them have become completely different tragic deaths, and the only thing that has not changed is the eighteen golden-bodied figures, still with their eyes closed.

The Golden Avenue has also completely changed, turning into a forest avenue paved with countless white bones.

The golden portal at the end has also turned into the skull of an unknown giant beast, with a bloody mouth, waiting for the comer to step in.