"Uh, where is this?"

Yang Xiao rubbed his eyes, and then looked at it.

I saw that on a wasteland in front of me, there were countless strange-shaped boulders.

They look like monsters. It's just that most of the boulders look extremely broken.

Around those boulders, there are also many stone pillars.

However, judging from their appearance, these stone pillars are all transformed by towering ancient trees.

I don't know how many years they've been dead before they become what they are today.

He had seen a similar scene in the Scarlet Dungeon's Qihuang Mountain. Now that I saw it again, it suddenly made Yang Xiao's heart feel a sense of gloom.

But just as he was sighing about this, suddenly, he seemed to hear a beast cry behind him.

Turning around, Yang Xiao was instantly stunned.

What appeared in front of his eyes was a picture that was diametrically opposed to what he had seen before.

If the wasteland just now was full of life, then the scene in front of him was full of vitality.

Just look there, there is an endless grassland. The grass is green, revealing a sense of freshness and softness. On the grassland, you can see towering ancient trees everywhere.

Although their size could not be compared to the sacred trees in the mysterious land of the dungeon East, the birds that flew above them were not inferior in the slightest.

A trickle of streams shuttles between the grasslands, and if you look into the distance, you can see snow-capped mountains. The clear water of the stream was melted by the melting snow and ice on the top of the mountain.

The carefree demon beasts are either drinking the sweet stream there, or leisurely eating the grass there.

Although, occasionally, you can see the slightly bloody picture of beasts and birds of prey prey, compared to the lifeless wasteland behind you, this bloodshed makes people feel a kind of vitality.

It is this two very different worlds that form a boundary under their feet.

And the stone platform on which he lies on his back seems to have become the separation point between these two worlds.

"This ...... Where the hell is this?" Yang Xiao scratched his head, looking confused.

"Where it is, don't you know if you experience it yourself!" In his ears, the voice of the ancestor came.

"Experience...... Okay!" Yang Xiao nodded.

He looked left and right, and finally headed for the wasteland.

"Hmm...... It's ...... feeling."

After only two steps, a sense of danger surged in Yang Xiao's heart.

And, the further forward you go, the stronger this feeling becomes. For a moment, he couldn't tell where this sense of danger came from.

With his previous experience, he had already exerted his soul power to the extreme at this moment.

But he found that there was no life at all in this dead wasteland.

Even, he went dozens of feet deep into the ground, but he found nothing.

"It's weird," Yang Xiao muttered to himself, "since there isn't even a living creature, why is this sense of danger so strong?"

And in the void, there were always two pairs of eyes there silently watching him.

"Sister, is this really possible? You see, white hair has appeared on this kid's head!" it was the man who spoke in a slightly hoarse voice, and his tone was full of worry.

"What's the point of a few gray hairs?" the woman's tone was indifferent, "If he can find and comprehend it in time, then even if his young head is white, it will be worth it!"

"Uh......" When the man heard this, he couldn't help but smile bitterly, "Sister, you are ruthless enough!"

"Ruthlessly!" the woman sneered, "Again, if he gets that kind of inheritance, he must have the talent worthy of it." If not, then he might as well die!"

"Alas, sister, you ......" The man wanted to say something, but seeing the woman's cold expression, he finally swallowed back the words.

"Boy, good luck!" he looked at the aging Yang Xiao below, and couldn't help but sigh.

Finally, Yang Xiao came to a boulder.

Unlike the broken beast-like boulders in the distance, the stone in front of him could still be seen to some extent that it was made after the death of a wolf demon.

"I don't know who did all this!" Yang Xiao stared at the boulder and sighed softly.

Then, instinctively, he reached out and prepared to touch the stone.

But the moment he stretched out his hand, Yang Xiao's gaze froze.

"This ...... What's going on!"

And he saw a terrible fold on his arm.

You know, he has a body that can be called an aesthetic model, whether it is skin or muscles, it has reached a kind of aesthetic extreme.

At the beginning of the academy, he had intentionally or unintentionally relied on "naked killing" to directly "conquer" the three empresses.

Although, Yang Xiao is not an exhibitionist, and it is really helpless to kill naked several times.

However, having this perfect body has always been something he is proud of.

But now, on his perfect body, there are folds of age, a sign of aging.

You know, he's only seventeen years old now! And, in terms of his realm and bloodline level, even if he reaches seventy or eighty years old, his appearance won't change much. If you can break through to the Martial Saint Realm, then even if you are three or four hundred years old, you will look the same as a young man in his twenties.

But now, this arm had become like an ordinary, sixty or seventy-year-old man who had not cultivated, how could this not make him inexplicably frightened!

The next moment, he instinctively withdrew his arm and went to his cheek.

And under this touch, Yang Xiao felt that his heart was going to be cold.

Because, the folds that he hated were crawling up the corners of his eyebrows.

With a ruthless heart, he pulled off a lock of hair directly from his head, and seeing the black and white mixed colors, Yang Xiao almost sat down on the ground.

He has always been afraid of heaven and earth, but he is finally afraid at this moment.

In this world, there are too many fearless people who are not afraid of death. Even, in their opinion, being able to curtain down at the most glorious moment is the ultimate beauty. However, they are afraid of old age, and they are afraid that time will erase their glory little by little, until they die of old age.

And today's Yang Xiao is like this.

But aging is enough to make his heart collapse!

"No! it's not true, it's not true!" Yang Xiao touched his face and muttered to himself.

Suddenly, out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the vibrant world and saw a trickle there.

Suddenly, he didn't say a word, and ran towards it like crazy.

On the side of the stream, there were originally many cute young beasts drinking there, and Yang Xiao's hurried footsteps and breathing suddenly frightened them into scattering and fleeing.

When he came to the side of the stream, Yang Xiao looked at the stream, but saw a white-haired cheek reflected in the stream.

(End of chapter)