Time is in a hurry, and the years are quiet.

Since he learned from Lian Chengyu that he would soon leave the thatched hut where he had lived for more than ten years, Chenfeng suddenly deliberately slowed down the pace of life, and in the next few days, he freed up a lot of time to walk around.

But the good times didn't last long, the morning breeze hadn't stopped for a few days, Lian Chengyu proposed to go to the fourth floor of Yunshan at dinner that day, and the morning breeze wanted to persuade Lian Chengyu to go a few days later, but when he saw Lian Chengyu's tired expression, he didn't say anything more.

Chenfeng and Lian Chengyu came to Yunshan in the early morning as usual.

Standing in the three-layer snow-capped world, I don't know if it is affected by the environment here, and both of them look a little lonely.

On the side of the library, there is a low grave bag, where Morrowind buried the white skeleton a year ago, and the tombstone reads "The Tomb of the Loyal and Anonymous".

Lian Chengyu stood in front of the tomb, looking even more lonely.

"The fourth floor shouldn't be dangerous, but be careful after that. ”

Lian Chengyu stood in front of the tomb without looking back, and whispered to the morning breeze behind him.

"Uncle Lian, aren't you going?" asked Chenfeng subconsciously.

"Well, it's not that I can't go this time, but there are other important things to do at the same time, and I can't get away. Go and wait for me in the teleportation hall. Lian Chengyu still didn't look back.

Morrowind nodded, and the acquaintance didn't get to the bottom of it, and walked quickly towards the teleportation hall.

"Yu Chijun, don't come unharmed after a farewell of 10,000 years? Loyal and righteous people? How did the dog become that ghost, and don't forget to leave me a few jars of wine?......"

After the morning breeze was gone, Lian Chengyu muttered.

Lian Chengyu and this skeleton are actually old acquaintances! Fortunately, Chenfeng had already walked away, and he didn't hear Lian Chengyu's words, otherwise he would have to drop his jaw in shock.

Chenfeng waited in the teleportation hall for nearly an hour, and Lian Chengyu was late.

"You must have guessed that every layer of this Cloud Mountain has an unknown fate for you. Come back here as soon as you find that opportunity on the fourth floor, remember. Lian Chengyu said bluntly after seeing the morning breeze.

Morrowind nodded, and stood silently on the teleportation array.

The white light lit up, and then the familiar brief dizziness was felt, and after recovering from the transmitted image, Morrowind looked at the scene in front of him full of doubts.

Although Chenfeng had different imaginations about the fourth layer of Yunshan before, he would never have imagined that the fourth floor would be such a scene. Even the teleportation hall, which was identical on the first three floors, did not exist on the fourth floor.

Chenfeng was standing on the top of a low mountain at the moment, waiting for the six-pointed star pattern under his feet to gradually lose its luster, and Chenfeng knew in his heart that this six-pointed star should be the teleportation array of the fourth layer of Yunshan.

Looking at the collapsed walls around him, Morrowind was even more sure that the teleportation hall here should have been destroyed, leaving only the array heart to use.

Looking at the ruins on all sides, Morrowind had a bad premonition in his heart.

When I first entered the first three floors, no matter how bad the condition of each floor was, the teleportation hall was at least intact, at most it was a little dilapidated, but only the heart of the formation was preserved here.

Morrowind walked out of the destroyed teleportation hall with a suspicious look, and with just one glance, the whole person stayed in place, unable to move his steps again.

From the low hill here, you can see most of the scenes on the fourth floor.

The foot of the hill is dotted with houses of varying heights, at least tens of thousands, in a circular pattern, circle after circle, like a labyrinth around a tall black tower in the middle.

Circles of houses look gray and dilapidated, lifeless from a distance. The low sky above it is overcast, giving people a strong sense of oppression.

For some reason, since arriving here, Chenfeng has felt extremely uncomfortable in his heart, and his whole mood is inexplicably unusually low, and his mind is full of many negative emotions.

The loneliness and depression of a person, the boring and hard work of cultivation, and the disappointment and hesitation after Chen Qingqing said goodbye all came to my heart.

"It's weird, how can this be?"

The morning breeze shook his head, forced himself to cheer himself up, and then walked down the mountain.

All the way down, the surface of the low hill is covered with a layer of withered yellow turf, and there are trees of different thicknesses that stand silently, the thick ones can only be hugged by two or three people, and the thin ones are only like the arms of the morning wind.

Without exception, all the trees were dead, with no branches or leaves, only a stump of different heights and thicknesses, and I don't know how many years it had been silent.

Morrowind quickened his pace and walked down the mountain, but when he finally came to the house from the mountain, he saw a scene that he would never forget for the rest of his life.

On the ruined walls of those dilapidated houses, there were corpses and white bones lying horizontally and vertically, countless of them, and the death was miserable, so a tragic human tragedy.

"What the hell is this place, what's going on?"

This is Morrowind's first reaction.

Looking at the scene in front of him, Chenfeng's face turned pale and he almost wanted to vomit, and the feeling of depression that he first felt when he first came here was even stronger.

After nearly a year of jungle training, Morrowind has long been accustomed to killing and blood, and in the face of such a scene, he still can't accept it.

"Who killed them, how long have they been dead, and why have some of them turned into dry bones, while others have remained incorruptible?"

After a long time, the morning breeze came back to his senses slightly, and he couldn't help but say to himself when he looked at the mountain of corpses and the sea of bones in front of him.

The morning breeze shuttled between the dilapidated houses, his eyes wandering between the corpses, bones, and houses, and suddenly a stone tablet came into view.

"The inner door. ”

The two words on the stele are still clearly visible.

The stele must have been broken at the waist, so that only two-thirds of the upper part of the door was there.

"Inner door?"

Morrowind rubbed the broken stele with his hand, and his heart was surging.

Could it be that this place is where the inner disciples of the Yunshan Sect live? Why were the inner disciples slaughtered? The doubts in Chenfeng's heart became even stronger.

Further on, Morowind found several other similar stone tablets, all of which were badly damaged, and some of them were illegible, but it was confirmed that this was indeed the inner door, because Morrowind was about to walk out of the house and saw a stone carving that resembled a last word.

"There is reincarnation in the way of heaven, and the way of heaven is impermanent. ...... Taking advantage of the weakness, the number of clouds and mountains that killed me, 18,000 disciples of the Inner Sect fought fearlessly, but the mayflies shook the ears of the trees, and there were few survivors. The hatred of destroying the sect and killing the father and the son of this deceased sect may have no hope of revenge in this life. When I think about this, all thoughts are lost. Emperor Shuo should return to his day, detain the soul of the thief and sacrifice the soul of the hero, and thousands of heroes will be reincarnated......"

This passage is engraved on the bluestone slab ground, and it is divided into three points, revealing the hatred that destroys the world and destroys the earth. The words on the key part have been erased, and I don't know if it was the thief who committed the murder or the latecomer.

"It's another tragedy that happened when Emperor Shuo was away!"

Looking at the hateful handwriting on the ground, Chenfeng sighed, and then looked up at the accumulated corpses around him, and Chenfeng became more and more misty about this grievance that spanned 10,000 years.

Morrowind pondered in place for a long time, but still had no clue.

Remembering what Lian Chengyu said before, there should be a great opportunity on every layer of this Cloud Mountain, so he didn't waste any more time and walked directly towards the tall tower in the middle.

This is a tall tower with a pitch-black body, which looks very abrupt in this desolate and strange place with a sea of corpses and bones. Although a long time has passed, there is no trace of time on the surface.

"The Temple of the Mission"

Three quaint big characters, dragon flying phoenix dance, engraved on the top of the gate of the black tower, making people look at it dauntingly. In contrast, the pair engraved on both sides of the gate is tactful and casual, and even the font is more subtle.

"Teachers, preachers, teachers and puzzles; Students, happy to ask diligently, knock on people's faces. The morning breeze recited softly. It turned out to be the preaching and puzzle solving place of the Yunshan Sect, so it is no wonder that it was built in the center of this thousands of schools.

Pushing the door in, the inside is the same as its appearance, it is pitch black with no fingers visible.

Morrowind stood in place, and after adjusting to the darkness in the tower, through the faint light from the doorway, Morrowind saw a spiral staircase standing in the center, spiraling upward. The walls of the tower are hung or carved with things, but due to the lack of light, it is not realistic.

Without the slightest hesitation, Morrowind climbed up the spiral staircase.

From the outside, the black tower is only three or four stories high, but after walking on the stairs for nearly half a column of incense, the morning breeze was shocked to find that the height of the black tower does not seem to be as seen by the naked eye, it seems that the black tower is really not simple.

Finally, there were no stairs in front of him, and Morrowind climbed to the top of the tower.

At the top of the tower between the abbots is an open space, with only a nondescript futon quietly displayed on the ground, and nothing else.

Standing at the top of the tower, the houses under the tower were as small as ants, densely packed with a large area, and the morning breeze was even more sure that the black tower was not as tall as it could be seen by the naked eye outside.

Standing at the top of the tower and looking outside for a while, Chenfeng came to the futon and carefully looked at the only physical object in the tower.

The withered yellow futon didn't look anything unusual on the surface, but Morrowind knew it wasn't.

With the mentality of giving it a try, Morrowind sat down gently.

"Buzz ......"

As soon as he sat down on the futon, a rapid, low sound sounded in the mind of the morning wind. Chenfeng was shocked, mistakenly thinking that it had touched some powerful organ prohibition, and was about to get up, but the voice came and went quickly, and suddenly disappeared.

An unprecedented moment of tranquility and tranquility filled my mind, all the past experiences were vividly visible, all the cultivation techniques I had seen were presented in my mind one by one, and the contents of all the books I had read were also replayed in my mind as if I had read them again.

Morrowind doesn't know the passage of time, and is intoxicated by the magical review.

This is not only a re-examination of the cultivation method, but also like a dead person who has been relived with his memories, and the taste of it is really not enough for outsiders.

Morrowind didn't know that just when he fell into a deep review, the futon under his ass was crystal clear, and there was still the slightest bit of yellowing and dilapidation.

Even the black tower, which was originally as black as ink, is also brilliant on the tower body at this moment, constantly flashing with different lusters such as blue, white and red, which looks good from a distance.

At the same time, at the entrance of Yunshan, in front of the smooth mirror-like stone wall, Lian Chengyu stood quietly aside.

Suddenly, at the moment when the morning breeze fell into a deep understanding, the stone wall in front of him magically rippled gently, just like a pebble thrown into the calm and waveless lake.

"How can you be so slow?

Lian Chengyu muttered, but his hands were not idle, almost at the same time as the stone wall fluctuated, two white lights erupted from his hands and rushed straight towards the stone wall.

Without the slightest sound, even at this moment, Lian Chengyu was recklessly frantically outputting with his own powerful cultivation, and the stone wall returned to normal after that slight ripple.

But Lian Chengyu seemed to know that this was the case, and he still didn't care about it, without the slightest intention of stopping.