Song Ziyang came to the edge of the abandoned temple.

In front of him were vast expanses of ruins, broken walls and ruins, mixed with indescribable lifelessness in the endless desolation.

It is somewhat similar to the second floor of the Tower of Babel, but it is different.

The second floor of the Tower of Babel, although it is also in ruins, and a large number of palaces have collapsed, but everything is still in order, the altar surrounds the largest palace, and the lighthouse is still bright.

The most important thing is that on the second floor of the Tower of Babel, there is still life.

However, here, it is desolate, and you can't feel any breath of life, and even the Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi that fills every space in the Qimen World seems to be extinct here, extremely thin, just like the legendary "Land of God's Forsaken" and "Land of Heaven's Damnation".

Song Ziyang walked into it, and his feet were full of broken shrines and statues, the color was gray and white, the image was blurred, and he couldn't see the original appearance.

He didn't know if the gods worshiped by these tribes really existed, and if they did, why would they watch their followers be exterminated?

At this moment, he almost subconsciously thought of the mural on the dome of the main hall on the second floor of the Tower of Babel, where countless gods and immortals were wearing shackles and shackles, kneeling under the figure whose cheeks could not be seen clearly, wailing and moaning in pain, as if they were suffering endlessly.

Where did the frescoes come from? Who built the palace? Who was the man in the shadows who was bowing down? Is it the Lord of the Netherlands or the God of Death, or the Lord of the Extraterrestrial Demons, or some other terrifying being?

A great deal of questions welled up in his heart.

But no one can answer these questions.

He silently hid the question in his heart, and as soon as his heart moved, a narrow gap opened in the center of his eyebrows, and the yin-yang mirror quietly flew out and fell into his hands.

The reflection of the mirror reflected the surrounding situation, but instead of the crumbling walls and collapsed shrines and statues seen by the naked eye, the endless gray sky was full of gray-brown particles, which were like ashes left over from the burning of corpses, which were blown into the air by the wind.

The "dead air" emanated outward from this particle, permeating every space around him, and with his breathing, it entered his body.

He held the Yin-Yang Mirror in his hand, operated the power of Yin and Yang, and entered it, and suddenly the golden light on the mirror shone brightly, and the picture flickered and changed into irregular lines.

These lines crisscross each other, with a pole that stretches infinitely into the distance.

This is his own destiny line, and every intersection represents a possibility, and the countless intersections mean infinite possibilities in the future.

But there are also many points that are broken, which means that at this point, life may die because of a certain choice.

And now, with the invasion of these "dead air", the fate line starting from the pole has begun to be eroded, and gradually spread into the distance, symbolizing that the trend of the future line has changed in an instant, and there are many called breakpoints.

"No wonder even those outlaws who are wanted by the great dynasties are reluctant to come here, these dead qi can really affect the fate of the monks!"

Song Ziyang thought to himself in his heart.

At the same time, the words "yin" and "yang" in the yin and yang holy pass behind the yin-yang mirror suddenly flew out, one after the other, sticking to the back of his forehead and head, blooming with two rays of light, one black and one white, easily penetrating his body and reaching the soul.

These two purest rays of light fused together to cleanse his soul.

Suddenly, the "dead air" was cleared, and the fate line displayed on the mirror of the Yin-Yang Mirror returned to normal.

He could clearly feel that these "dead air" were stripped from his body.

It's an amazing feeling.

His perception, unconsciously, has increased a lot.

What surprised him the most was that after all the "dead qi" was cleared, the strength of his divine soul actually increased by a little!

Don't underestimate this thread, let him nourish his soul by himself, it will take at least a few months of penance to be able to grow so much.

But less than half an hour has passed......

"This 'death qi' can actually refine the soul and nourish the soul?"

He was instantly excited.

After thinking about it, he decided to try again.

He found a corner where the temple had collapsed, first put away the yin-yang mirror, then sat down cross-legged, took out a spirit pill containing a large amount of heavenly power, and began to cultivate on his own after taking it, so that the "death qi" could enter his body more.

After refining and absorbing the medicinal effect of this elixir, he summoned the Yin-Yang Mirror again, and immediately saw that his entire divine soul had been contaminated with a rich "death qi".

Then he induces the Yin-Yang Mirror, and the power of "Yin" and "Yang" cleanses the soul and clears the "dead air".

After clearing all the dead qi from his body, he found that his spirit had indeed grown a little stronger.

"In this dead air, there is something that can be absorbed and strengthened by the divine soul!"

"But the reason why no one knew about it before is because this dead qi seriously affects the monk's future, and if he absorbs too much, I am afraid that he will soon die in the near future. ”

"But I have a yin-yang mirror, which can cleanse the soul, cut off the cause and effect, and remove the harm, so I discovered this!"

"If I cultivate here for a day, the growth of my divine soul is almost equivalent to a few months or even half a year, so if I cultivate for a year or two, wouldn't my divine soul be unimaginably strong!"

He was stunned for a long time before these thoughts came to his mind, and then he fell into endless ecstasy.

He hugged the yin-yang mirror tightly, and he was excited.