Instead of following the route planned on the map, Mutian led the group into a canyon less than a hundred meters away from his resting place.

The mountains around the canyon are not very high, but the valley floor is covered with dry vines hanging from the mountains, and the environment is a little quieter.

Outside the canyon, a piece of withered grass and trees in a radius of more than ten feet caught everyone's attention, and they saw a mountain, which was divided in half by a sharp crack.

They dare not imagine what could be the cause of such a widespread extinction.

"Where did you just go?" Zhai Feng leaned over to Mu Tian's side and asked in a low voice.

Mu Tian knew that his ability had been greatly improved, but he was not willing to show or talk about it excessively, for fear of causing unnecessary trouble.

He didn't answer directly, but asked, "Why did you suddenly help him today, aren't you incompatible rivals?"

"I can't help him, it's all about saving my own life! But then again, although we always don't like each other on weekdays, this person's heart is flesh and blood, how can there be any reason to see death and not save him, it is natural to help him. Besides, occasionally helping a sworn enemy also seems to be magnificent!"

But in fact, he was the one who was helped.

Zhai Feng smiled, and his face suddenly became serious: "You haven't answered my question yet, where did you just go alone?"

Mu Tian hesitated a little, but he definitely couldn't tell the truth, so he said with a ashamed face: "I ran away first, but I didn't mean to run away, didn't I turn back later!"

"But I feel like you're a different person!"

"Yes?"

"Honestly, did you find something?

"Well, something has been found, but if you look up, you'll be able to spot it!" said Mu Tian, pointing to a cluster of ruined buildings hidden in the valley.

"What's that?" Zhai Feng asked, "some rubble?"

"What is buried in the mountain is actually a small attic, which may contain ancient cultivation scriptures and cultivation techniques!" Mu Tian said with an indifferent expression.

In fact, all the broken scriptures were given by him, because they were destroyed by his own hands, but they were not so mutilated that they could not be read.

"These scriptures are incomplete, and it's useless to bring them back!" said someone with a sigh of regret.

The small attic was half-buried in the earth, with only a half-moss-stained sulfur-tiled roof, and a number of unknown grass vines dotted with a few strange purple-black flowers.

Below it was an open field, littered with rubble and rubble of the temple.

"The end point marked on the map is just ahead!" Mu Tian said, looking directly at the end of the valley in front of him.

The others paid no attention to him, and even if there was nothing in the pavilion, the attraction was much greater than that of a stranger like him.

Since no one cared about him, he found a clean place by himself, sat cross-legged, and quietly peeked into his spiritual sea.

His spiritual sea has been opened up to the extreme, but the fly in the ointment is that his spiritual sea is empty, like a withered tree, and what he has to do is to make this withered sea moisturized.

Zhai Feng walked over dejectedly, sat on the side of Mu Tian, and said: "You said that these people are really, not just some broken scriptures, they can't even understand the words on it and rob them, what is there to rob!"

Although the scriptures are broken, being able to comprehend the fur can also bring unexpected gains, which is after all the practice of the ancient gods.

"Aren't you curious?"

"What's so curious about this, cultivation depends on one's comprehension ability, if we rely solely on the exercises left by our predecessors, we will inevitably follow the path of our predecessors, but some roads may not be suitable for us to walk!"

"You're right, there are roads that shouldn't have been there in the first place!"

Mu Tian knew that if these primitive exercises continued to circulate and were not improved, they would make the same big mistake as they did back then, and who would come out to quell the disaster at that time.

Ten thousand years ago, he woke up in the self-indulgence of the gods, but he was treated as an alien, suffered the rejection of the entire divine realm, and finally had to fall to calm the chaos, and the source of all this was caused by these so-called primitive cultivation exercises.

They created demons, not gods.

"It's a pity, these scriptures are all missing, otherwise if you take them back and study them carefully, you will definitely be able to comprehend the mystery and break the barriers of today's cultivation!" Zhang Fenglin muttered.

"Just think, how can this primordial true understanding be so easy to comprehend, and you won't be able to reach that state without twenty or thirty years!" someone retorted.

"What did you say?" Zhang Fenglin said as he stared at the man viciously.

The man was also cowardly, and instantly cowardly, and directly handed him the scroll in his hand, while he timidly hid to the side.

"It's just that there are too few books in Dusk City, and cultivation exercises are scarce, otherwise who cares about these obscure ancient scriptures!"

In the attic, they opened a door, and found some elixirs and hedrons inside.

The crowd was overjoyed, and plundered it in an instant, and even the mottled wax torch was packed into their backpacks as treasures.

Mu Tian actually stumbled by mistake, and wanted to make a detour, but he didn't want to lead them to a god ruins, and they harvested a large number of treasures in the canyon alone.

......

"We're here!" Mu Tian said, holding the map and comparing it to a dense ancient forest in front of him.

The ground seemed to be a little raised, the ancient trees were too prominent in relation to the surrounding area, and some of the corners of the temple were faintly visible in between.

The mountains and forests were foggy and hazy.

The hearts of the people were worried, and they were afraid of all the unusual movements in the forest.

"You said that on this sunny day, how could there be such a big fog in this forest?" Zhai Feng asked puzzled.

"I don't know, just be careful. Mu Tian looked around vigilantly and said.

Huo Yuntian walked in the front, he was silent a lot along the way, and rarely talked to Mu Tian, and even avoided him sometimes.

Mu Tian waved the dagger in his hand and slashed at the vines that stood in the way, these vines were different from before, and the seemingly dry branches and vines slashed down, but blood-red juice splashed out.

It's like the blood of this mountain forest, everywhere.

"What's that?" exclaimed.

Only then did they realize that there were suddenly many large vats half-buried in the earth around them, and they happened to be surrounded by those vats in the center.

"If I'm not mistaken, these should be a mountain mound! It seems that it should be the burial custom of a certain tribe, and the totems engraved on the vat are clearly veined, and these containers should be considered coffins in some sense!" Mu Tian guessed.

The reason for this judgment is that the vats are filled with some kind of liquid, and there is a blackened corpse soaked in them.

"How do you know this is a tomb, you've been here?" Huo Yuntian turned around, without the slightest change in tone, and questioned.

"I've seen those totems, that's all!"

Mu Tian knew in his heart that Huo Yuntian was doubting himself.

He looked at the vat and saw that the bones inside all had a feature, their skulls were all facing in one direction, as if they were looking at something.