After all, the boy turned the pot of wine into a puddle of liquid, and slowly put it into the wooden box in his hand, and at the moment when he closed the box, a very slight squeak sounded, and the wooden door in front of him, which looked extremely strong, was finally in front of him, slowly opening sideways.

The door split a crack from the center that seemed to be extremely solid, and then slowly opened to both sides, and the light of the entire space was completely dissipated at this moment, and the staircase above his head was also closed at this moment.

It was as if he had left this space and entered another dimension that did not exist in this world, and he did not feel some other special normative transformation, as if all perception had been blocked, and there was no other sound.

Zhang Lingdao could only feel a strange power swirling around his body, and he could also feel that except for such a power, almost all the power in his own body was banned because of this, and he became an ordinary person who basically lost all his strength.

But he deeply remembered the things that were said in the classics, and did not despair or wander because of this, but was very simple, very simple and respectful, waiting for something here slowly.

The purpose of coming here is neither to seek the help of some great person, nor to open up some of the sect's real hidden secrets.

In fact, for him himself, this is a very incredible thing in itself, we have said before that his power, in fact, in this world has belonged to the real top or absolute peak power, according to reason, his power will not be viewed by anyone at all, nor should it be affected or disturbed by any power.

Zhang Lingdao was very puzzled, the ancestor who once established such a huge sect in the legend, the ancestor who once left such a huge inheritance, that is, the patriarch who only said so many words in the master's statement, what kind of historical time period did he exist?

He slowly opened his eyes, which had been closed for a long time, and it should have been dark, because there was no light to reveal the space, but this was not the case at this time.

There were some strange lights in this space, which came from nowhere, and this kind of light was not dazzling, nor did it make people feel tired, but it made people feel refreshed, and it also made the young man feel that this space was not as simple as he imagined.

There weren't a lot of things left in the space, except for a huge cabinet that seemed to have crossed into the sky, and it wasn't really much.

And on the side in front of him, there is a sculpture of the Xuantian Zhenwu Emperor, this sculpture is not the Zhenwu Emperor of the five elders in the legend of the Five Directions, one of the Quartet Emperors, but the eighty-third transformation of the Taishang, the so-called endless Tao, the infinite of people, the desire of words, the ruthlessness of the establishment, is for the Zhenwu Chengtian Emperor, this is the existence of the true Taoist ancestor, and it is also recognized by all Taoist sects, a real existence above this Taoism.

Zhang Lingdao looked at such a figure that seemed to be a clay sculpture and wooden tire, and at this time, he actually felt a trace of shock, and also felt some power from the underworld.

"Disciple Zhang Lingdao is one of the disciples of the Dao Sect who sat down in Zhenwu, and I hope that the emperor will have mercy and let the rivers and lakes of this realm and the disciples of Zhenwu survive this catastrophe smoothly!" Zhang Lingdao, as usual, bowed very respectfully at the door of the Zhenwu Emperor, and only then did he slowly say his wish.

Although he actually doesn't believe in ghosts and gods on weekdays, but after coming to this world, because of the influence of some strange powers, and also by some people in the sect, he gradually became excited about this emperor who is very powerful in the legend and also takes care of all believers.

At least in the missionary work of this world, Zhenwu did not lose the face of this existence who really stood on the Great Dao and ran rampant between countless worlds, and Zhang Lingdao finally accepted such an example after learning about the behemoth existence of immortals, gods, Buddhas and demons in the back.

It's just that in his imagination, this true god who came from the real heavenly realm and also came from the so-called Taoist ancestral court, I am afraid that he will not hear his call, so it is just to ask for a word.

He turned his gaze away from such a sculpture and returned to the Dan furnace in front of him, such an object and the small cabinet full of medicines beside him, in fact, he was the real goal of her coming to this place, which was not built by their sect, but by his master's master, that is, the ancestor of all their sects, the true descendant of the Zhenwu lineage, Fuyaozi.

Zhang Mengbai once told them that if the sect really couldn't hold on, he would let them come over and open such an ancestral land, and take out some items from it that were enough for the sect to really survive the threat.

In fact, these disciples don't really care too much, after all, whether those old antique items can be used in the future, not to mention that their sect is extremely strong, and it has not reached the point where it can't be supported, and it even needs to rely on opening the foundation to see how to maintain it, I can't imagine that it hasn't been long since the time has come to such a time period, and it is really time and fate, and fortune!

Zhang Lingdao slowly put down his wooden box, he didn't even dare to open his backpack in it, after all, in such a space, anything can happen, and it is precisely because of this that she will put everything in such a wooden box, because the requirements required to open this space are too many, he does not dare to stay in it for a long time, after borrowing some such props, he will slowly leave this area.

In fact, it was mainly because of the strange atmosphere and aura he felt here, which made him feel a little breathless, and he really couldn't imagine what kind of character it was to give him...... Now he brings such a repressive force.

He put the medicine in his hand on the ground and opened the door of a small cabinet, which was different from the large cabinet full of miscellaneous items and history next to it, this was the real essence, and it was also all the elixirs that had been preserved for more than a hundred years since the establishment of their sect.

(End of chapter)