In the center of the ancient hall, in the turbulent darkness, a nine-story blood-stained ancient altar stood quietly, and on the ancient altar, a dark scripture exuding a mysterious and terrifying atmosphere, floating silently.

Ye Luo stepped into the ancient hall, his feet fell, and there was a slight abnormal sound, in this bronze ancient hall, the ground was cast of bronze, and there was patina on the ground, and his feet stepped on the patina, making countless subtle rust breaking sounds.

Step in, look around the ancient hall, in the huge dark space, the rich breath of time flows, except for the blood-stained red ancient altar in the center of the ancient hall, there is nothing else.

"What is this place?"

Ye Luo was shocked, confused, whispered, and vigilant.

"Buzz—"

The beads on Ye Luo's neck vibrated more and more intensely, and even made a strong vibration sound, wanting to guide Ye Luo, the ancient altar.

"What is it on this ancient altar that can make the beads make such a huge movement?" Ye Luo was surprised, vigilant in his heart, and walked carefully towards the ancient altar step by step.

Getting closer, Ye Luo found that the blood-stained ancient altar seemed to be some kind of jade as bright as blood, which had been piled up by people with supreme divine skills, and around the ancient altar, there were extremely mysterious mysterious runes looming, and stepping up to the ancient altar seemed to be walking into a declining era.

Ye Luo stepped up, and with every step, he could feel that the breath of this declining era was getting stronger and stronger, as if this was the only thing left in a declining era.

The ancient altar has nine layers, layers of blood, and the darkness is surging, as if it wants to devour Ye Luo.

For a long time, Ye Luo reached the top!

There are nine floors of the ancient altar, and it seems as if a century has passed.

Above the ancient altar, there was nothing but a dark scripture suspended in mid-air.

Quiet!

The beads on Ye Luo's neck directly broke the small red rope on his body with a "stab" sound, and the beads after breaking the rope actually rubbed a shallow blood mark on the skin on Ye Luo's neck at an extremely fast speed.

The blood flowed out, and the beads stained the blood on Ye Luo's neck, and at an unbelievably fast speed, rushed towards the dark scriptures suspended on the ancient altar.

All this happened between lightning and flint, and even Ye Luo couldn't react.

After the bead was stained with Ye Luo's blood, it rushed into the dark scriptures suspended on the ancient altar, and the beads shook, and the blood on his body was like mist, instantly dissolving into the dark scriptures on the ancient altar.

Above the dark scriptures, a blood-colored light flashed.

After that, suddenly!

The dark scriptures that were originally quietly circulating erupted into a madness that could be called the suppression of heaven and earth, and the dark scriptures moved, mysterious, bloody, and dark ancient words turned into a vast and strange scripture subtitle like a starry sky.

Then, these words suddenly rushed towards Ye Luo's left eye, and they rushed frantically.

Ye Luo's eyes shrank fiercely.

Ye Luo wanted to hide, but he couldn't have time at all, coupled with the suppression of the earth-destroying aura above the scriptures, even if Ye Luo wanted to move now, it would be difficult.

"Is it a legacy?"

Ye Luo flashed a thought, but then, the moment the scriptures like the vast starry sky penetrated into his eyes, Ye Luo's thoughts were all washed out.

Ye Luo felt that there seemed to be countless scriptures, as vast as the ocean and the starry sky, all rushing into his left eye, and his left eye was instilled with endless scriptures.

On the ancient altar, there was also a sudden change, and the blood-stained nine-story ancient altar suddenly emitted a terrifying blood-red light, and this light, along with the dark and terrifying and mysterious scriptures, penetrated into Ye Luo's left eye.

Long!

I don't know how long it took.

The blood color on the ancient altar faded, and the mysterious runes on it also quietly disappeared, slowly turning into an ordinary, lonely white stone platform.

On the ancient altar, the originally dark scriptures have also disappeared, and only a lonely one remains, a young man standing on the top of the altar, the young man's back is vicissitudes, and in his left eye, there is a mysterious aura flashing.

The youth is naturally Ye Luo!

Finally, Ye Luo came back to his senses.

Ye Luo was a little stunned.

The beads are back around the neck, and the rope tied to the beads is back to normal.

"W-What is this?"

In the ancient hall, it was still dark and turbulent, Ye Luo stood alone on the altar, his tone was a little confused, and he vaguely felt that after the terrifying dark scriptures penetrated into his left eye, something seemed to have changed in his left eye.

Ye Luo touched his left eye, and his left eye was intact, but with his hands, he didn't find anything abnormal, and even, his eyes returned to their original vision, and there were no other strange sensations.

"No, I always feel like there's something wrong." On the dark ancient altar, Ye Luo muttered to himself.

"Snorr—"

At this moment, in the dark and turbulent bronze ancient hall, there was a sudden sound similar to someone sleeping and snoring, the sound was not loud, but in this deathly dark silence, it was extremely harsh.

Ye Luo's body tensed suddenly, and his eyes looked in the direction where the voice came from, and the sound came from the beam of the bronze ancient hall.

In the bronze ancient hall, what else is there?

"Snorr—"

Ye Luo was vigilant, and the voice came out again.

"Who?" Ye Luo raised his head, looked at the beam of the bronze ancient hall, and suddenly spoke.

"Ahh Father...... There you are? As soon as Ye Luo's words fell, the snoring voice stopped abruptly, and then, a somewhat stunned and dull voice seemed to suddenly wake up from his sleep and asked in a daze.

The bronze ancient hall is weird, and the darkness is becoming more and more turbulent.

Ye Luo's body couldn't help but stiffen, in the ancient hall, there was still someone talking? Could it be that there are still living people in the secret treasure of the Ghost Valley that has been sealed for an unknown number of thousands of years?

"Huh? You don't look like my dad, are you my dad? I don't feel like it. The voice rang out again, immature, stunned, sluggish, like a child of two or three years old.

The sound came from the beams of the ancient bronze hall, and the darkness was raging on the beams, but no one appeared.

"Who the hell are you?" Ye Luo became more and more vigilant, and did not relax in the slightest.

"My little bridge, are you my father? I vaguely remember, my dad looks like a bridge, why don't you look like a bridge? The immature, stunned, indistinct voice sounded again, and there were some doubts.

What is it talking about?

Small bridges?

Does it look like a bridge?

Do people look like bridges?

"Where are you and who are you?" Ye Luo had already quietly taken out the relict moon wheel talisman from the beads again, and his eyes scanned the beams of the entire bronze ancient hall, wanting to find something to speak on the beams.

(End of chapter)