"Is this the soul?" The gray figure, or rather, Wang Yi shook his hand, looked at his illusory arm, and muttered.

"Then do things like the underworld also exist?"

And then......

"Where is this?"

Wang Yi in the state of the soul body looked around, although it was very dark here, but it did not hinder the "vision" of the soul, they saw the outside world in their own special way.

It's a relic. The ruins buried deep in the earth will never see the light of day.

Wang Yi floated over curiously, examining the ruins with a scrutinizing gaze.

He floated above the ruins, and found that the ruins were in a huge cavern, and the ruins of the ruins were painted with special patterns, as if they had once exuded special powers, but under the power of time, everything was invalid.

The mysterious pattern is now only used for decoration.

"This?"

Looking at the ruins, Wang Yi could imagine in his mind how splendid and atmospheric the original building complex was, covering a vast area.

"Huh?"

Wang Yi chuckled lightly: "The location of this building seems to imply some kind of law...... Is it Liangyi? Three talents? Four elephants? Wu Xing? Six? Seven stars? Gossip? Nine Palaces? It seems to have both? ”

Wang Yi curiously shuttled through the ruins, looking for more clues about this ruin.

"This, it should be a Taoist palace group?"

Look at these buildings that I am particularly familiar with in reality: Mountain Gate, Lingguan Palace, Sanqing Palace, Four Imperial Palaces, Sanguan Palace, Zhaobi, Jade Emperor Palace, Queen Mother Palace, Cihang Palace, God of Wealth Palace, Hades Palace, Plague God Temple, Yaowang Temple, Zhenwu Palace, Relief Palace, Dongyue Temple, Eight Immortal Palace, Dragon King Temple, Land Temple, Ancestor Palace, Five Ancestors and Seven True Persons Palace......

"This!? How can there be any such stuff here?! Isn't this something that only exists in reality? In this fantasy world, there is obviously only Taoism in the realm, and there is no Taoism at all! ”

Looking at the ruins, as well as the buried and broken statues in the ruins, Wang Yi's tone was a little incoherent.

"This is obviously an imaginary world created by me, but unfortunately there are so many existences that are not in my conception. I...... Could it be that there were some secrets in this world?

How many of those things that have been covered by time?! There are very few records of the past in the classics in the Ghost Valley, but there seems to be some big secret revealed in the few words.

In the past, there really were gods in this world. I did set it up like this at the beginning, but how could there be various buildings such as the Eight Immortals Palace, the Ancestral Palace, and the Five Ancestors and Seven True Persons Palace, which only exist in the Taoist palace in reality? ”

Wang Yi felt that his brain circuits were about to be crowded.

"These eight immortals are the eight immortals in the reality of the myth of the eight immortals crossing the sea, the ancestral hall is the place where the tablets of the ancestors of the past dynasties are placed, and the five ancestors and seven true people are the five ancestors and seven sons of the Quanzhen Sect in reality......

Why is that? There will be no true five ancestors and seven sons in my setting. ”

Wang Yi was spinning rapidly in his mind, his thoughts radiating out to the surroundings, looking for clues.

"That's right! Go to the Hall of the Ancestors! There are portraits of the ancestors of the past dynasties and tablets, and there should be some clues. ”

Wang Yi's soul flew quickly in the direction of the Ancestral Hall, looking for the possible remains of the Ancestral Tablet in the ruins.

But after rummaging, Wang Yi still didn't find anything useful.

"What the hell is going on? Why? Are there none? ”

Wang Yi scratched his head in distress and wandered in place.

Suddenly, he spotted something in one of the ruins. He hurriedly floated over.

He flipped through the ground and picked up a small piece of wood from the ground with the word "Pure Yang" written on it.

There are traces of fracture on this small piece of wood, it seems to be a part of something, considering that this is the ancestral hall, then Wang Yi thinks that this small piece of wood should be a part of the tablet.

"Pure Yang...... It should be Lu Zu Lu Chunyang, of course, he also has a well-known name - Lu Dongbin! ”

Holding the small piece of wood in his hand, Wang Yi fell into distress by himself.

"What should I do? How could this happen? ”

Wang Yi is now stunned, because of his confusion and ignorance of the outside world, he has worries about his future.

He noticed that there was something unusual about his coming to this place, but unfortunately he didn't understand why this was so.

"From the beginning, my life in this fantasy world was a bit confusing, and now the fantasy world involves things in the real world."

Wang Yi pinched his chin, bit his mouth, and frowned.

"I remember the system saying that as soon as I came into this world, all of this became real. So is there any connection between that? ”

Wang Yi thought of the inexplicable things the system said to him when he entered the fantasy world, and he may have understood a little by now.

But these things were so far away from his realm that he couldn't fully comprehend them. So he was a little scared, he felt like he was being manipulated by something?

"What is there in me that is so special? Why are you manipulating me? Why did you choose me? ”

…………

It's a pity that Wang Yi is powerless to resist now, so he can only accept it silently. But what kind of fruit will it bear when the seed has already been planted and is just waiting to take root and grow strongly?

Wang Yi suppressed his chaotic thoughts, and he continued to search the ruins.

Broken artifacts, broken runes, special building layouts, something special that shouldn't exist in fantasy.

"This is the Sanqing Palace!"

Wang Yi suddenly found himself on the ruins of the palace at the heart of the Taoist temple.

"There must be something special here, right?"

Wang Yi landed and searched the ruins, and after turning over the ruins, he finally found something that was slightly complete.

This is a gossip exorcism mirror, the mirror is black, after erasing the gray stains on it, you can see that there is a faint brass color below, and the back of the copper mirror is a congenital gossip map.

Wang Yi peeled off the thick layer of dust on the mirror, revealing a clean brass mirror. Wang Yi pointed the mirror at himself and looked at the mirror carefully.

Then, he became obsessed with it.

The original illusory soul body was directly sucked into this bronze mirror.

…………

In the endless sinking of losing the concept of time and space, Wang Yi felt like he was in the drum of a washing machine, and he couldn't feel anything.

I don't know how long it took, but the dizziness finally disappeared.

Wang Yi shook his head, trying to sober himself up. Then he found himself in a large, cloud-shrouded palace-like building, with three huge sculptures opposite.

Looking at the familiar sculpture, Wang Yi blurted out directly in surprise: "Sanqing Daozun!" ”