Sanctuary, the highest plane of legend. Not many people know about this legend, and even if it is an existence above the gods, few people know about the existence of the Sanctuary. I don't know how Mu Panglong knew, I can't study it now.

Above this sanctuary, there is no physical existence. Everything is very ethereal. But why did this place become an independent and supreme plane? Because after the cultivator was feathered, he would come here.

Mysterious, everyone here may not be called a person, but a saint. They have no substance, no breath, and nothing that ordinary cultivators need, they just exist in this plane, monitoring everything.

To enter here, you have to be pure spirits and have to be tested above the gods. The one who is the master of this sacred realm, that is, the one who rules everything, is the lost, even more ancient gods.

They sat above the clouds and looked at everything below. No eating, no drinking, no desire. It wasn't until a certain opportunity that the pure bloodline of the Sanctuary was lost, and it was left behind in the lower planes, that it made waves.

As the master, the supreme ruler at that time, that is, the Holy Lord who has always guarded the Holy Domain, will never allow the bloodline of the Holy Domain to be polluted, so no matter how much strength is exhausted, it must be recovered.

Obviously, once the bloodline of the Sanctuary falls into the lower plane, it will inevitably intertwine with other bloodlines and become less pure, and the only way is to destroy it. So this is how the era of war began.

As long as the appearance of the bloodline is sensed, it will wipe out all the planes in an instant. However, because the power brought by the bloodline of the Holy Domain was too strong, and it had also achieved many cultivators, it gradually became huge.

In fact, to put it mildly, this is the case with the unification of all sects. Although each cultivator has different exercises and different breaths, if they have to investigate their roots, they can also find the same origin, which is also the reason why Muyang gathers all spirits.

Killing and erasing is actually just a symptom rather than a root cause. All the time, there are stronger ones. It's just that later, the rulers above the Sanctuary found that their bloodlines were becoming less and less pure, so they gradually stopped caring about them.

Between cultivators and cultivators, between demon beasts, demonic beasts, and spirit beasts, they gradually began to differentiate, becoming the current state of ten thousand races. Originally, the Sanctuary no longer intervened, thinking that there was no need to pursue it.

But at this time, the people of the Voice of the Sacred Realm sensed the appearance of an absolutely pure and powerful bloodline. Compared to others, this bloodline power is simply the one that has just been lost, and it cannot be ignored.

What the hell is going on? After so many years, there are still people who can inherit the power of such a powerful bloodline. You can't sit idly by. Since it appears, it must be taken back, no matter what the price is.

Of course, the person who inherits such a bloodline is Muyang. It is precisely because of the power of his pure bloodline that he has become the only Holy Lord in ten thousand, and even directly leads all races, so he cannot sit idly by and ignore it above the Holy Domain.

Every person in a high position, in a high position, is not absolutely stable. The so-called being prepared for danger in times of peace is this principle. Once a more powerful being emerges, it can be replaced at any time, which is the basic law of the jungle.

Besides, Muyang and the others were swept by the strong light and disappeared. I don't know how long it took, in the haze, in the confusion, Muyang gradually came to his senses. The place where I came into view was a strangeness, and there was no memory at all.

Immediately afterwards, Mu Yang instinctively wanted to get up, but fell down again in the next second. There is no point of strength at all, and there is no place for hardness. The whole thing is soft, as if you have fallen into cotton.

Turning his head to look, Mu Yang knew that he existed in a spatial plane. But all sides are distorted, and the ring-shaped Mu *** is not balanced. If you want to stand up, you can't do it at all, what's going on?

"Where am I, why am I here?" his mind was like a mess at the moment, and he couldn't remember anything that had happened. I could only lie quietly, and the surroundings were still slowly turbulent.

In such a place, the most intuitive feeling for Muyang is hazy, as if floating in cotton, or above the water, it is difficult to stand up. But Mu Yang keenly felt that there was still aura flying around.

Quickly calmed down, Mu Yang's eyes closed, and he operated with the Divine Clan's exercises, and the surrounding aura quickly gathered over, forming a gang cover, covering it. The figure slowly floated up, showing a mysterious state.

The distortion became more and more serious, and Mu Yang was still unable to stand on his body. Finally, in the canopy, with the help of the rotation of the aura, a cyclone was formed, and it was the first time that he stood firm and looked at the surrounding scene.

It's foggy, and I can't see it clearly. In addition to distorted space, it is still distorted space. Mu Yang frowned, carefully recalling all the things that happened before, and gradually sorted out a little bit of clues.

"The enchantment exploded, and I was swept into here, what the hell is this place? There is no real ground, only distorted space. The only explanation is that this space exists in between. "Bold guess.

After sorting out a line of thought, Muyang gradually understood. If he had stumbled into the Sanctuary by mistake, even if he had been misled, that would explain the current situation.

With a thought, Mu Yang reached out to grab Lingzi. But these spirit sons flowed through his fingers so quickly that he couldn't grasp them at all: "Could it be that I exist in the cracks? The gap between the Sanctuary and the Thousands of Planes?"

I can't exert my strength, and I don't have a focus point, how can I act? Muyang tried hard to calm down, the more he did, the more he couldn't panic. To be able to come here, you must not come in casually, there must be a way.

Closing his eyes, Muyang entered a state of meditation. Only in such a state can Muyang be absolutely calm. Feel the direction of the flow of the aura, even every subtle fluctuation. It didn't take long to be fully settled.

The flow of the Reiko blew like a gust of wind. And it is constantly rotating around Muyang. After a long time, Muyang didn't feel where the exit was, but such an infinite loop.

Suddenly, Mu Yang opened his eyes, and a mysterious smile rose on the corner of his mouth. Rushing into the space, he seemed to be talking to himself, "Hehe...... Come out. I'm not a guinea pig in your hands, so I understand this trick. ”

In Muyang's feelings, he is not in a space where his breath flows, but in a closed, like a container. Who is it? Who can keep him in this container? It's not easy.

"Huh...... Ha ha...... Sure enough, it is extraordinary, and the person who inherits the power of the purest bloodline still has some ability. Aren't you going to break into the Sanctuary, if only you could get out of this closed container. The sanctuary is unimpeded!"

(End of chapter)