The night was thick, there was no light in the silent Xuanyuan Gate, the sky was cloudy and moonless, but there was still a very little moonlight stubbornly through the clouds, although it was dim, but it was not so much that it could not reach out and lose its fingers.

Still under that tree, Xiao Zhang stood quietly, just like last time, he was carefully observing, but if there was the slightest movement, he would decisively abandon this operation.

After all, this is the core of Xuanyuan Gate, and it is the soul of the entire Xuanyuan Gate.

In the dim light, the sacrificial hall stood peacefully, although it was far less majestic than the Xuanyuan Palace, but it exuded a supreme majesty, which made people feel a little depressed.

Half an hour had passed, and Xiao Zhang could finally be sure that there would be no abnormal movement, so he quietly cast the secret method of concealing the royal family, his body left the ground, and floated towards the sacrificial hall.

The secret method of the royal family is really not a legend, it is indeed very effective, Xiao Zhang successfully passed through the dense and hemp-like forbidden layer and came to the door of the main hall.

The door of the temple was not locked, but closed very calmly, and without those terrible prohibitions, this sacred sacrificial hall would have been like a public place, and it would have been free to enter and exit.

Xiao Zhang stretched out his hand and gently pushed it, and the ancient and old temple door shaft made a heavy grinding sound and slowly unfolded.

The scene presented in front of you was shocking, this sacrificial hall looked ordinary and even a little inconspicuous from the outside, but its interior was unique, it should be a huge space, even several times larger than the Xuanyuan Palace!

No wonder this is the soul of Xuanyuan Gate, which is worthy of being the core of Xuanyuan Gate.

Although Xiao Zhang has seen a lot of the world, he was also shocked by the vast space in the sacrificial hall, and the light in the hall was even darker, which could be regarded as reaching out and not seeing ignorance, but Xiao Zhang had a super sense and could see the whole picture of the hall.

In the center of the main hall, there is a huge statue standing high, as high as twenty zhang, the statue is a person wearing a wide soul cultivation robe, with a majestic face and awe-inspiring atmosphere, holding a huge long sword in his hand, the sword body is oblique, and the tip of the sword points to the sky diagonally above.

Xiao Zhang had never seen this person, and he didn't know where it was sacred, but he had the memories of countless generations of soul slaughter reincarnation, and in his memory, he found relevant information about this person.

This person is the legendary Xuanyuan Yellow Emperor, the ancestor of soul cultivation, and the long sword he holds in his hand should be the legendary Xuanyuan Sword!

In the Heavenly Soul Hall of the Heavenly Soul Sect, there is also a portrait of Xuanyuan Yellow Emperor, but it is far from the appearance of this statue at this moment, but since it is information found from the memory of the reincarnation of Soul Slayer, it means that the appearance of this statue at this moment is the closest to the true appearance of Xuanyuan Yellow Emperor.

Xiao Zhang's heart suddenly felt an inexplicable excitement, because his eyes were already locked on the long sword in the hand of Xuanyuan Yellow Emperor, although he also knew that it was just carved from stone, but at least it should be the true appearance of Xuanyuan Sword.

But then, Xiao Zhang had to face some cruel reality, because in this hall, there was nothing else except this stone statue, it was empty, and it couldn't help but feel a little pity, such a large space was only occupied by this stone pimple alone.

Xiao Zhang walked slowly in the empty hall, observing, looking for ...... I don't know how long it took, he finally stopped, the feeling of finding nothing made him very unhappy, and the sacrificial hall that he had entered with great effort was nothing?

Could it be that the Thirteen Princes are lying?

No, if there really isn't anything here, then what is Luo Fei doing here?

Sitting on the smooth and shining ground of the main hall, Xiao Zhang was still a little unwilling to observe the surrounding situation, and the hard work paid off, he finally made a discovery, only to see that at the foot of the huge statue, there was an extremely inconspicuous altar, on which there was only a poor, small incense burner, and there were three incense sticks in the ashes of the incense burner that had not yet been burned.

Looking at the three incense sticks, Xiao Zhang suddenly remembered the incense burner and the three incense sticks in the Heavenly Soul Palace, could it be ...... He immediately took out a handful of dogtail grass from the bag and lit it with a samadhi fire.

The curling green smoke rose up, and Xiao Zhang waved his hand and drove the green smoke around the three incense sticks, but there was no reaction for a long time.

He thought that these three incense sticks were the same as the three incense sticks in the Heavenly Soul Palace, which were nine-colored deer grass, but it turned out that his guess was wrong.

Another burst of disappointment and depression, Xiao Zhang sat down dejectedly, but he was still unwilling to search for anything suspicious in the hall, and suddenly, his expression froze, as if he remembered something.

I saw him stand up suddenly, and then looked back at the place where he had just sat down, and it turned out to be a futon, which was obviously prepared to worship the statue of Xuanyuan Yellow Emperor.

At this moment, in Xiao Zhang's eyes, any detail in the empty hall was a clue worth exploring, and he repeatedly observed the spectrum, and sure enough, he found something unusual.

It stands to reason that his super perception is powerful and can penetrate anything, but this futon is impenetrable and actually blocks his perception.

There must be some secret underneath this futon!

Thinking of this, Xiao Zhang raised his foot and kicked the futon away, and sure enough, he found that there was a small relief pattern on the ground where the futon was located.

Xiao Zhang took a closer look, and saw that the pattern was in the shape of a small long sword, and from the shape, it was exactly the same as the long sword held in the statue's hand, presumably, this should also be the pattern of the Xuanyuan sword.

However, what does such a small Xuanyuan sword pattern indicate?

Xiao Zhang was lost in thought again, staring at the relief pattern while giving full play to his imagination and divergent thinking to see if he could get some information.

This stare is a quarter of an hour has passed, not to mention, Xiao Zhang really imagined something, only to see the tip of the sword of the pattern straight ahead, that is, where the statue is located, does this mean that this pattern is prompting something?

Xiao Zhang followed the direction pointed by the tip of the sword, and only saw a pair of huge feet of the statue, and the small and inconspicuous altar just now, and nothing else.

Immediately a little disappointed, but Xiao Zhang is a stubborn character, he wants to follow the direction of the tip of the sword, and check the ground at the distance from the tip of the sword to the foot of the statue.

It doesn't matter if you check this one, you finally found out!

On the ground not far from the pattern, there are a lot of symbols engraved, these symbols are carved crookedly, looking like they were written by elementary school students who have just learned to write, and they also look like someone scribbled and carved them at will.

However, after taking a closer look, Xiao Zhang's eyes suddenly widened in shock! Because he actually recognized these symbols, and the reason why he was extremely surprised was because these symbols did not belong to this world at all, but from the world of his previous life—Arabic numerals!