The python went deeper and deeper along the stone wall, and the surroundings became darker and darker, and gradually the light could not reach this depth, and under the darkness where the fingers could not be seen, the darkness hidden in people's hearts seemed to have reached the moment to step out of that door.

For the first time, he felt the feeling of falling into the dark, and he had heard of deep-sea phobia before, but he didn't have the opportunity to try the tormented feeling of slowly swallowing his heart, so desperate and helpless.

Especially in the darkness, the giant python's two huge eyes glowing with low light brought a sense of weirdness to this environment.

He told himself that this was a dream, not a reality, to maintain his state of mind.

But darkness still pervaded Zhiyan's side, tormenting his mind and making him very tired.

Finally, under the torture of this mind, the familiar ancient bell rang again, and as this bell rang, Zhiyan saw that the darkness around him was dying at a speed visible to the naked eye, and everything became brighter, and Zhiyan's tired heart was rejuvenated.

At this time, Zhiyan found that he had reached the bottom, and in front of him was a vast palace, the main entrance of the palace was taller than the head of the giant python beside him, and there were hundreds of realistic colossi made of unknown materials outside the main entrance, as if they were alive, all facing the palace, kneeling outside the gate, and slamming their heads on the ground.

The giant python spit Wang Yuanlai out of his mouth, and then retreated back along the original road, and floated to Wang Yuanlai's side, and found that Wang Yuanlai's injuries were actually half healed, and from the peaceful expression on his face, it seemed that he was asleep.

Zhiyan knew that Wang Yuanlai's life was not in danger, so he walked around alone, such a mysterious palace, he was very curious.

First looked at the front of the colossus, and found that it was actually a sculpture of various races, among which, Zhiyan also found a sculpture that should be a human race, but Zhiyan found that the facial expression of the human sculpture was not as solemn as the sculpture of other races, as if he was enduring something.

Looking around, he found that there were many kneeling sculpture races that had completely disappeared from this world, and those racial sculptures that were mostly extremely solemn and still existed had their own micro-expressions, but they were not as obvious as the human race.

Thinking about it, whether this is a coincidence, or has some other meaning, there is a problem and I can't figure it out, Zhiyan looks at the palace and decides to go in to explore.

Drifting to the gate of the palace, he swallowed his saliva, but the closer he got to the palace, the more he felt a sense of pilgrimage in his heart, just like a believer saw faith, he shook his head, put away this thought, he was an atheist, a serious science lover, and he was telling the truth.

Mentally prepared, Zhiyan slowly stretched out his hand to the palace gate, and as his hand sank into the palace gate, Zhiyan exhaled, and in this way, the whole person passed through the palace gate and entered inside.

Not long after Zhiyan passed through the palace, an old man with a long beard, dressed in a coarse linen coat and holding a cane of a rattan tree, walked towards the palace from outside the palace.

The old man walked outside the palace gate, saw Wang Yuanlai lying on the side of the road, sighed, looked up at the palace, with a look of inquiry in his eyes, as if he was asking for something, after a while, the old man sighed, and said in a deep tone: "Since you have made a decision, then I have to follow your instructions, but in the future, the old slave can no longer accompany you." ”

As soon as the words fell, the old man waved the rattan cane in his hand, Wang Yuanlai floated in the air, and then the old man's hand was on the palace door, and a ring of light appeared from the palace door, and the old man took Wang Yuanlai through the door, and then, the light door was tightly closed, and the next moment, the darkness dispersed outside the palace spread back again, submerging the colossus and the palace again.

Zhiyan entered the palace, and what greeted his eyes was not the high-rise building he imagined, solemn and brilliant, but a dilapidation, the jade paved on the road under his feet was covered with cracks and charred ashes, the pavilion that should have stood upright in the distance was broken from the middle, the flowers and plants around him had perished, and the pool in the square was also dried up.

Is this a visual deception, Zhiyan thought about how atmospheric and high-end this palace was before coming in outside the door, just like the feeling he felt when he went to Beijing to visit the Forbidden City when he was a child, but as soon as he got inside, Zhiyan felt like entering the Old Summer Palace.

Shuttling around the palace, he insisted that he found that there was nothing left in the huge palace, was it really the same as the original Old Summer Palace, was it robbed?

Insisting on not believing in evil, he continued to shuttle, and after a long time, he finally passed through the first two areas of the palace and arrived at the real core of the palace.

The destruction of the core area is even more serious, the highest hall in the center of the entire area, the roof has long since collapsed, the walls are rusty, the two Ying Long sculptures located next to the door of the main hall, the dragon head has also turned into fragments and scattered on the ground, and the steps leading to the main hall are covered with all kinds of broken weapons, insisting that when he sees this, he can't help but let out a sigh, he can imagine how majestic this palace used to be, but now it has ended up like this.

Is this the change of prosperity and decline, insisting that I have never seen such ancient ruins on the earth, because this kind of ancient ruins has long been listed as national cultural relics, and some are repaired and maintained by special personnel, so when I go to visit, I can only experience the glory of the prosperity at most, and I can't see the depression after the decay, even if it is the Old Summer Palace, I can't give that feeling, because it is not a symbol of a dynasty after all.

Zhiyan slowly floated up the steps, he looked at the dilapidated hall that was getting closer and closer in front of him, and felt the blood in his veins surging wildly, and the sense of pilgrimage in his heart became stronger and stronger, it seemed that this was the end point I was looking for.

Standing in front of the hidden gate of the main hall, he turned around and looked down at the scene behind him, and the entire palace seemed to be covered by him.

Exhaled, he walked into the hall, still in a mess, except for a white jade seat at the top.

Zhiyan looked around the white jade seat, and he suddenly fixed his gaze, because he saw that under the white jade seat, a circular light gate appeared, and a white-bearded old man entered the main hall with Wang Yuanlai, who was sleeping, through this light gate.

The white-bearded old man seemed to feel the gaze of Zhiyan, and looked at the location where Zhiyan was, and the gaze of Zhiyan suddenly met the white-bearded old man, like the handover of two time and space.

Zhiyan's heart is in his throat, he shouldn't be able to see me, after all, this is Wang Yuanlai's dream, and I definitely haven't been here in reality.

Sure enough, the white-bearded old man withdrew his gaze, but he insisted that he didn't see it, and a smile appeared on the white-bearded old man's mouth.

Next, the white-bearded old man placed the sleeping Wang Yuanlai on the white jade seat, muttering the words that he couldn't understand, and when the last character was finished, the white jade seat suddenly glowed, turning into a round ball to wrap Wang Yuanlai and the seat in it.

"Lord, it's all here after all."

The white-bearded old man looked in the direction of the white jade seat with blazing eyes, and said in a sincere tone.