Wudi Mountain is very large, so the back mountain of Wudi Mountain is also very large, but among the back mountains, there are only a few people, so it seems very empty.

Ao Fenggu lived in the old mansion of Yicheng at the foot of the mountain, and after getting up every morning, he ate the breakfast that Ting Mei bought, and then drove a carriage with her to the martial arts courtyard, and then climbed the mountain, and after being tired and exhausted, he went to bathe in the pond halfway up the mountain.

Ever since he helped Senior Sister make a lot of money in the gambling game of the Chaos Painting Hall, Senior Sister asked him to buy food from Yicheng every day.

The only advantage of this is that you don't have to wash and cook every day, which can save a lot of time for cultivation.

However, the method of cultivation was very different from his original expectations.

His daily routine is to follow the senior sister to take care of her garden in the morning, occasionally go around the mountain, weed, catch some insects and the like, go to the third senior brother in the afternoon to help sort out the books, and in the evening, go to the second senior brother to help strike iron.

The third senior brother rarely spoke, no matter when, he always looked preoccupied, and every time Ao Fenggu came, he was either reading a book or on the way to find a book.

Gloomy son, man is as his name suggests.

There is a huge cave in the back mountain, among the caves, there is a huge cliff, more than 70 meters high, more than 200 meters long, showing an arc, the surface of the cliff wall, digging out countless bookshelves, full of all kinds of books.

Ao Fenggu came to the front of the cliff, and when he looked around, he saw a book full of eyes, and the third senior brother in a green shirt was walking up the stone steps on the cliff.

Compared to the huge cliff bookshelf, he was like a small ant.

"Third Senior Brother, I'm bringing you food!" Ao Fenggu shouted at the top of his throat, his voice echoing throughout the cave.

He placed the food box on the table outside the hut and sat on a wicker chair next to it, the spring sun shining in from above, making people sleepy.

Ao Fenggu casually flipped through the book on the table, and he didn't know which race it was written in, and he didn't know a word crookedly, and the illustrations on it were also very rough, as if there were some demons and monsters drawn.

Because of the passage of time, the pages have begun to yellow, and many of the contents are no longer legible.

Flipping and turning, Ao Fenggu yawned and slowly fell asleep.

By the time he woke up again, the sunlight shining into the cave had already set in the west.

The gloomy man sat next to him, pen in hand, copying the weathered book.

"This book is left by the ancient elves, and it is written in the words of the ancient elves, which is more like runes, with your current spiritual power, you can't bear it at all, so you will fall asleep. The gloomy man explained without raising his head.

Ao Fenggu was slightly stunned, and secretly said If this is a spiritual attack, then wouldn't he have been tricked now? I didn't expect an ancient character to have such power, and Ao Fenggu's heart couldn't help but be a little shocked.

"The ancient elves who used this kind of writing have disappeared for tens of thousands of years, and I have only found two of their books. "The gloomy man is a little lost.

Ao Fenggu was surprised: "Then why can you understand these words, Third Senior Brother?"

"If you read more, you will understand. Gloomy said.

The corners of Ao Fenggu's mouth twitched, and the third senior brother seemed to be speaking casually, but this also made Ao Fenggu understand his strength.

When the book turns to the last page, it is a huge tree.

The gloomy man rubbed his sour wrist, moved his neck, adjusted his breathing, and solemnly traced the tree.

He was quick at copying words and copying drawings from books, but only when he came to the tree became cautious.

Half an hour later, the gloomy man put down his pen and let out a long breath.

Ao Fenggu asked suspiciously, "Third Senior Brother, what's wrong?"

The gloomy man frowned and said to himself, "It's still not right. So saying, he got up and walked back into the house, and when he came back, he put a thick book on the table, and put in it the paper on which the tree was copied.

On every page of the book, a tree is drawn.

"Two hundred and twenty-three civilized races, eight hundred and sixty-three paintings, and two thousand six hundred and seventy-two legends, all related to this tree. The gloomy man said, his eyes full of confusion.

Ao Fenggu asked suspiciously, "What kind of tree is this?"

Gloomy put down the book, thought for a moment, and said, "The Tree of Creation, or the Tree of Chaos." ”

Ao Fenggu looked puzzled.

"In many ancient legends, it has its figure. The world did not exist," he said, "and before our world was created, it was a dark and chaotic place, and I don't know how long it took to give birth to a seed, called the seed of chaos." ”

"Time flies, and the Seed of Chaos takes root, grows, and becomes the Tree of Chaos. ”

"The Tree of Chaos stretches up the world, the light rises to the sky, and the heavy sinks to the ground, because of it, there is the world of Kyushu, so in some ancient legends and records, it is also called the Tree of Creation. ”

Ao Fenggu frowned, "Is there really such a tree?"

The gloomy man shook his head, "I don't know, all the records are just records, and the people who left these legends and records are already dead, so there is no way to verify them." ”

A cloud drifts through the sky, blocking out the spring sun.

Ao Fenggu looked up at the sky and said, "If there really is such a tree, then it must be very big, right?"

Gloomy said: "According to legend, the Tree of Chaos, its roots are all over the Kyushu Continent, the branches and leaves cover the sky, and the world is in its huge tree body, it can also be said that it is the origin of the world, whether it is the Phoenix Clan, the human race, or the former Dragon Clan, they are just passers-by who live on it. ”

Ao Fenggu was shocked inexplicably.

He suddenly asked, "Could it be the Kunlun Divine Tree?"

The Kunlun Sacred Tree, which grows in the Kunlun Mountains, spreads its roots for thousands of miles, and the body of the tree passes through the sea of clouds, encompassing the four fields, covering the sky and the sun.

The entire Huang clan lives on the Kunlun Divine Tree, and if there is really a Tree of Chaos in the world, it is most likely the Kunlun Divine Tree.

The gloomy man shook his head and took out another book from the room, "According to the sacred book of the Phoenix Clan," he pointed to one of the pages, "The Kunlun Divine Tree, according to the records, is only 100,000 years old, and the Bodhi Ancient Tree was also produced in about the same age as it. According to my speculation, the Chaos Tree existed at least eight or nine hundred thousand years earlier than the Kunlun Divine Tree. ”

A hundred years of life is already a long life, even if it is a dragon, it only has a lifespan of a few thousand years, compared with the long years of millions of years, it is completely a drop in the ocean.

Ao Fenggu imagined that long time, like a river, never ending.

The most ruthless and resilient thing in the world is the passage of time.

All living beings, in the face of time, are vulnerable.

Even those legends have gradually distorted and disappeared in the long river of time.

Ao Fenggu was silent for a long time, and when he saw the book, he suddenly remembered something, and asked, "What is this book?"

Gloomy nodded, "yes, what's wrong?"

"The holy book of the Phoenix clan, how can it be here with you?" Ao Fenggu's eyes widened, you must know that the holy book of the Phoenix clan records the replacement and secrets of the Phoenix clan, and it is passed down from generation to generation, which is extremely important.

The Dragon Clan also has holy books, even if Ao Fenggu was once the Seven Princes of the Dragon Clan, he is not qualified to read it.

(End of chapter)