Summer watched as she had achieved her intended goal, and then threw her wooden sword into the ground and plunged it deep into the dirt.

He opened his hands, and his body began to slowly emit golden glow, and as time passed, the golden fluorescence began to burn like a gathered flame.

"The sky is up!"

"Boom!"

As soon as Summer's words fell, the Xiliang Mountain under his feet began to shake, and with the tremor of the ground, a piece of dirt in front of Summer was slowly broken.

After a while, a dark black stone with a transparent color like glass slowly rose from the ground, and it was like a flagship, straight into the ground and into the sky.

After slowly stabilizing, everyone stared at the stone monuments that suddenly appeared on the hillside, and they were silent.

This stele turned out to be an incomparably large black stone.

Black stone is a common black gemstone, also known as "dragon crystal" and "Shikashi", which is a volcanic crystal.

Moreover, the black stone is not only a gemstone, but also a fortune ward off evil spirits and a town house.

This stone stele is completely glazed and clear, even under the oppressive and low sky, it also reveals a faint and deep black brilliance, like a black hole, which makes people's eyes involuntarily attract the past.

The black stone stele is three feet three feet three inches long as a whole, and its seemingly smooth and incomparable surface is engraved with fine and dense small seals, mountains and rivers, people and beasts, birds, clouds, sun, moon and stars.

The stele is like a giant standing on the top of the mountain, exuding a deep black halo, which makes people more solemn in this strange atmosphere.

This black stone stele spends nearly two-thirds of the universal points on the body in the summer, in addition to the huge size of the material treasure, there is also a special function.

This function is similar to a supercomputer, which can store the names, biographies, places of origin and other personal information of soldiers who died in battle.

Then, when people worship, a piece of light screen projection will be projected to interpret the life of each of their warriors.

Of course, these are all times when worshippers want to know more about the life of the soldier who died in battle, otherwise only simple information such as the name and origin of the soldier will appear, as well as the most glorious moment of this life, and the moment before the death in battle.

The purpose of this was to maximize the preservation of the names of these warriors, and he also made a picture of each soldier ascending to the fairy world after his death.

In order to make these people convinced of the supreme glory of these dead soldiers.

After the stele was firmly erected, Summer waved his hand and shouted.

"The Heroic Spirit Returns!"

A deafening voice came from the top of the hillside, and the sound waves were transmitted downward and collided to make a slow echo.

"Brush!"

The soldiers of the Qin army hugging the clay pot made the same action almost at the same time, stepping out in unison and stepping on the muddy ridges, splashing countless dim muddy water.

More than 6,000 soldiers were divided into columns, surrounded by clay pots, and marched towards the top of the mountain with solemn and firm eyes.

When the first soldier reached the top of the mountain, he stood still in front of the summer and paused.

When it was placed, the soldier solemnly turned around and came to the black stone stele that stood in front of him emitting bursts of ghostly light, and solemnly placed the clay pot that had been around in his hand for a long time at the foot of the stele.

The soldiers in the rear did the same.

I don't know how long it took, the heaven and earth shrouded outside Xiliang Mountain had been washed into a deep ink color by the pouring rain at this moment, and the world seemed to have become more gloomy.

"Boom!"

A thunderclap from far and near resounded in the sky, under the interweaving of thunder and torrential rain, more than 6,000 clay pots filled the hillside ground at the foot of the stone monument.

The entire uneven hillside is almost completely filled with these clay pots, and the summer surrounded by clay pots stands with her hands hanging down beside the stone monument, her face solemn and solemn.

"The general point is almost not enough to support this weather area, and I need to finish the ceremony before the heavy rain soaks the urn."

Looking at the general point that was almost one-third left, Summer thought silently anxiously.

After the calculation, Summer quickly moved.

"Now that the Heroic Spirit has ascended the throne, when will the Heavenly Gate not be opened!"

I saw Summer let out a loud shout, and pulled out the wooden sword inserted in front of him and slashed at the void above.

After swinging the sword in the summer, the stele began to slowly shake, and the deep black brilliance of the glass on its body flickered non-stop.

Then a pillar of black light soared into the sky, piercing into the low, oppressive clouds.

After the pillar of light penetrated, the clouds that flashed with thunder slowly stopped.

Immediately around the pillar of light, the clouds gradually and rapidly circulated around the black pillar of light, forming a large swirling nebula.

At this moment, the people who were standing at the foot of the mountain to pay their respects had come with an extremely heavy heart, but after climbing to the top of the mountain slope in the summer, the heaviness in their hearts was gradually replaced by surprise and shock.

And at this moment, seeing the vision in the sky, one by one was even more stunned.

Not to mention them, the people of Xianyang City, who were thousands of miles away, were also speechless in surprise.

"God, will the gate of heaven really open?" A Confucian disciple dressed in fancy clothes said with his eyes wide.

"Yes, yes, yes......" An unkempt beggar on the side of the street subconsciously replied to the words of the Confucian disciple.

The disparity in the identities of the two would not have accosted them like this, but the picture they saw at this moment had made them forget the original identity gap, and they just wanted to share the shock in their hearts.

And at this moment, countless similar scenes are being staged in Xianyang City.

"The gates of heaven are open!"

With a shout from Summer, the pillar of light stopped instantly. The funnel-shaped whirlpool clouds did not dissipate, but began to condense together faster and faster, and then turned into a huge Tai Chi pattern of a yin and yang fish in the air.

Then the Taiji diagram slowly rotated, and with each rotation, the surrounding area emitted bursts of ripples that were visible to the naked eye and spread out to the surroundings.

After repeating it nine times, there was an ethereal fairy sound from the place where the ripples spread, and the fairy sound sounded three times, and countless golden lotus flowers began to emerge in the sky and fall downward.

There were showers of flower rain over Xiliang Mountain, and a divine dragon and a divine phoenix gradually appeared in the flower rain.

Slowly turning from the illusory to the real, the dragon and the phoenix hovered in the air, intertwined, fighting, and resonating.

"Roar!"

"Groan!"

The two divine beasts resonated at the same time, and a magnificent Heavenly Gate appeared at some point.

At this moment, the two heavenly pillars that reached the sky and the earth that were somewhat familiar to everyone in Xianyang City appeared.

These are the two magnificent pillars of heaven that Penglai immortals went to the ninety-nine heavens to go to the fairy world to seek "immortal seeds".

At this moment, the gate of heaven is revealed!

PS: To answer everyone's questions, the studio in the south is from nine in the morning to twelve in the evening, that is to say, the current updates in the south are basically late-night benefits.

Of course, I also know that the update after the release is really sorry for everyone, but if there is no salary, it depends on me, who has not received the manuscript fee for a year. Relying on manuscript fees to eat is a fool's dream.

So forgive me, after all, I often stay up until about three or four o'clock when I go south to update now. Sleep about 6 hours a day and go to the hard work.

As for the outbreak on the shelves, I really can't do it.

Maybe when I do, I'll be able to eat on the manuscript fee.

Of course, going south is not complaining about anything, but to say, going south is really not lazy, so the readers who complain about the update greatly beg to be spared.