Subsequently, they began to search for the spirit array that had placed all their hopes on the west side of Dushan, and Heng San sent people to reconnoiter the south of the spirit array, and he chose Ming Qi, Leng Wu and Jiuyun, and Wu Guang also went with him. They walked all the way to the gray and silent black mound, where the galloping black bull made a great circle, passed through the town of Lake Valley, and continued towards the long lake. The river is very fast, the banks of the river are bare, and only many tall and steep rocks overlook the river. Passing through the foaming torrent, they saw valleys in the shadow of the mountains, with the ruins of ancient houses, tall buildings, and walls.

"This is the remnant of the original human race," Leng Wu said, "Before the tomb of the Black and White Emperor Star was excavated, it was a verdant place all over the mountains, and the town was very prosperous. As he described everything, his expression was solemn. It was as if I had witnessed the suffering of the human race here thousands of years ago.

They did not dare to continue along the river towards the gate, but they reached the edge of the southern spur, and at the same time, steam and black smoke were wafting out. There was nothing moving but steam and water, the only thing that interrupted the ominous sight was the crows flying back and forth, and the only thing that broke the silence was the sound of water crashing against the rocks and the hoarse chirping of birds. Leng Wu shuddered.

"Let's go back quickly!" he said, "If the team is too far away, it will be in trouble if there is an accident." ”

"Then, from the surroundings, the Spirit Circle will be the gateway to the new world. Shuguo said.

"This is not guaranteed," Leng Wu said, "I once went to a place, lived in a dream for a lifetime, and only spent one night after waking up." ”

In this sullen state, they were chased by the sound of crows all the way, and returned to the camp exhausted. In New York, they were guests of honour in the green hills, and in late autumn, the scene seemed like a thing of the past. Alone in the wilderness, and although this was their last journey, it seemed so far away from the end that everyone's morale was a little low.

Surprisingly, Mr. Wu Guang was in a particularly good mood. He often asks Yokozo to borrow a map, and he constantly refines the details of the novel, pondering the mysteries about the runes he can't understand at all, and the moon-glyphs. It was at his insistence that people began to search the slopes to the west, using the naked eye to find out the exact location of the spirit array. They had moved their camp to a narrow valley, much narrower than the southern one, and the whole area was encircled by mountains. The camp was shrouded in the shadow of the cliffs all day long, and was only illuminated by the sun when it went down, and they searched the hillside again and again. If the map is correct, the excluded location should be on the cliff at the exit of the valley, which must be the location of the secret door. Although everyone in the adventure team is elite and their perception of spiritual power is also very accurate, there is really no way to face the spiritual array that does not have any spiritual power fluctuations. They can only pin their hopes on what Wu Guang said, using the naked eye to drain every corner. Yet, day after day, they returned empty-handed, making no progress.

In the end, they unexpectedly found the target. Ming Qi, Leng Wu, and Wu Guang returned from the valley one day, trying to climb over a pile of rubble in the south, and around noon, Wu Guang was going around an isolated pillar when he noticed a rudimentary staircase that looked like an isolated one. He and the people of the Fog Country excitedly walked up, and found the traces of a narrow path again, and after hesitating and not repairing it, they searched and stopped along the way, and finally came to the ice field of the southern branch, and turned onto another, narrower ridge. They looked down and found themselves at the top of a cliff at the mouth of the valley, right overlooking their camp. They cautiously leaned against the right wall, one by one, until at last the wall disappeared and they came to a grassy and silent col. Since the entrance to this col is high above, it is completely invisible from below, and from the farther low, it will only look like a dark crack. It's not a cave, it's an open space, but on the other side of it is a mountain wall, which looks smooth and smooth near the ground, as if it had been carved by a skilled craftsman, but there are no signs of carving on it.

There wasn't any writing there, just a faded golden rune. Wu Guang and the others are sure that they have finally found the entrance this time.

They banged on the mountain wall, pushing and pulling, trying to make it move. Subsequently, Ming Qi and Leng Wu tried to forcibly open it through the method of harmonic array spiritual bombardment, but in the end, nothing changed. They sat on the grass exhausted, and the two top psychics used up all the spiritual power in the spiritual veins, and the ground within a mile around them was turned up. In the end, they only went home when it was getting dark.

That evening, everyone seemed happy, and by morning, everyone was ready to move again. Only Dali and Erni remained in the camp, looking after the horses and the supplies brought by the group. Others walked up the valley, following the newfound trail to the narrow ridge. Due to the extremely steep terrain here, with cliffs of more than 500 meters on one side, they could not carry anything heavy on this ridge, but with the help of spiritual magic, they were able to ensure their own safety and at the same time have the spare energy to take care of Wu Guang.

Finally they made it safely to the col.

They set up a third camp over there, and used the spatial displacement spirit array to bring the supplies they needed. At the same time, some people had begun to grope the clearing, and found a trail leading to the higher mountains, but they did not dare to go any higher, and even if they did, there was not much outpouring there. Everything was silent on this high and low, and so were the birds, except for the sound of the wind blowing through the gaps between the mountains. They speak in a low voice, not daring to speak loudly, because the crisis seems to lurk around every corner. The others who were busy checking the secret door made no progress at all. Even if they used their best psionic probes, they couldn't find any sign of an entrance to this wild and barren land. They continued to deliberate on the mountain wall, releasing one large and small spirit array after another, wanting to resonate with the hidden spirit array by changing the pulse frequency of the spiritual power, and for a while everyone forgot about the crescent-shaped pattern.

Wu Guang sat at the door, feeling very lonely and tired. Of course, there weren't any steps or thresholds or anything like that, so he thought about it for a long time, running around aimlessly, rather than thinking about the details they hadn't noticed.

Everyone's mood was low, and when they spotted the trail, morale did go up, but now it had hit rock bottom. Still, they won't give up. Wu Guang is no longer in high spirits, he often does nothing, leaning against the mountain wall, overlooking the dark forest, looking up at the distant sky, sometimes, he feels that he can see the distant green hills. If Genesis had asked him what he was doing when he was idle, he would have replied:

"I'm sitting here figuring it out!" However, what was in his mind was not the work in front of him, but the Lord-Confessing World on the other side of the horizon, and the Sacred Tree Nation behind the glorious forest.

In the middle of the meadow was a large black stone, and he would stare at it sullenly all the time, or watch the big snail crawl around. These big snails seem to enjoy this three-sided closed col and icy rocks, and there are many large snails slowly crawling around in this place alone.

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"Tomorrow is the last week of autumn!" said Yokozo.

"Autumn is followed by winter. Leng Wu said.

"And then it's next year. Honglushan said: "My beard will become longer, and I don't know if I can find the tomb of the black and white emperors until there is any change here." If only our novelists could work miracles again. ”

Wu Guang sighed, since the white-robed mage Andor left, the adventure team had encountered a lot of difficulties. Although the members of the squad have the strength to defeat ten thousand, in the territory of the demon clan, the strong strength cannot be revealed unless it is necessary, so everyone must have a bad anger in their hearts.

That night, he felt so lost that he couldn't sleep. The next day, the adventure party's exploration began again, but it was clear that everyone's enthusiasm had dropped to freezing point. Wu Guang sat there all day looking at the stones on the grass depressedly, or looking at the entrance. "Maybe Andorra will show up today," he thought.

If he looked up, he would see the forest in the distance, and when the sun was sinking in the west, a golden light shone at the top of the forest, as if the sun was shining on the golden leaves of the forest. Soon, he could see the orange fireball falling towards the horizon. He walked to the entrance of the col and could see a crescent moon above the horizon.

At that moment, he heard a muffled noise behind him. A large black circle appeared next to the large stone on the grass, and the runes dotted with yellow were constantly swirling.

Wu Guang suddenly understood, he forgot all the dangers, stood on the ridge and shouted, waving desperately, informing his companions to come quickly. The closest person immediately ran cautiously along the narrow ridge, suspecting in his heart that something important was going on.

Wu Guang quickly explained to the crowd, and they watched without saying a word. The people of the Fog Country stood quietly beside the gray rocks, and the three sisters of the Dragon Kingdom waited patiently with their long hair drooping. As the sun set, the flame of their hope was extinguished, and at last, it turned into a fiery red glow and vanished. Even in the face of the questioning eyes of his companions, Wu Guang still did not move. The Crescent Harbor was out of the horizon, and night was about to fall, and suddenly, just as they were disheartened, the last rays of sunlight pierced through the clouds and lit up the circle that had only appeared for a moment like a finger. A powerful shock wave immediately erupted from the position where it had surfaced, and a small hole appeared three feet above the ground.

Fearing that this opportunity would be fleeting, everyone pushed the door with all their might, but to no avail.

"Circle!Circle!" Wu Guang shouted, "Hengsan!"