One of the reasons why Lan Jiechen spent so much effort to seal his cultivation at the peak of a high-level martial artist and did not choose to break through directly was that his foundation was unstable and he should not be blindly upgraded, he had not yet reached the period of Great Perfection.

Every time at this moment, the cultivator is faced with two choices, one is to suppress the cultivation, so that it will not be promoted to the next level, and the foundation will be consolidated, and when the realm is consummated, the door of the heavenly level will be opened again.

The second is to be tempted by the pleasure of the promotion, deeply infatuated by the feeling of fluttering immortals, and directly choose the promotion, which is a threshold and a test.

This is the watershed of mediocrity and genius.

Although everyone knows that it is necessary to lay a solid foundation and accumulate thick and thin, how many people in the world can withstand this kind of temptation?

At present, Lan Jiechen has only seen a few.

At the time of his previous advancement, his heart throbbed for a moment, and a trace of uneasiness welled up, this feeling could not be more familiar, it was a precursor to the impending catastrophe.

He had a hunch that the Heavenly Tribulation caused by the Great Advance of the Earth Rank and the Heavenly Rank this time would be even more terrifying, even if he had the Weeping Blood Spear and the Dao Seed them, Lan Jiechen didn't dare to think 100% that he could withstand it, he wasn't ready yet.

The ordinary catastrophe before almost blasted him to pieces, and now, he still has some lingering palpitations.

The strange Dao power of the Dao seed was constantly circulating along the mysterious path in the body, and there was no need to deliberately cultivate it at all, Lan Jiechen opened his heavenly eyes, and his divine light was clear, flashing a trace of green from time to time.

At this time, he had already vaguely peeked into some secrets of his body, and he remembered that he had been in a hurry to cultivate in the Yanlan Empire. made himself overturn in the gutter and almost lost his soul.

That time triggered a series of changes in him after that. not only took his life against the sky, but also caused his body to reorganize. The subsequent signs are all showing that it is the green dragon body that Ying Long Ancestor said!

This made him a little excited when he thought about it.

......

"Huh?!" seemed to see a bright light. Lan Jiechen slowly opened his eyes, first the gray and distorted scene, and then the surrounding scenery became clear, he found that he had never left, he was still standing in place, everything was the same, and his palm was still imprinted in the palm print.

"This ......"

Lan Juechen couldn't believe such a fact, why everything he had experienced before was so real, yet. The facts in front of me tell me that everything I have experienced before is false.

"Was it just my hallucination before?" Lan Juechen muttered to himself.

Inadvertently, he didn't notice a mysterious symbol that was slowly disappearing on the back of his right palm.

"It's incredible. Lan Juechen looked at everything in his body, the Dao Seed that was full of business, and connected his roots with the Eight Meridians, the Twelve Righteous Meridians, and even the entire veins in his body.

Although the final destination after the circulation of Dao power in the veins is still the dantian, it is actually the body of the Dao species, and the dantian has now deservedly become a fertile field. Nurturing and nourishing this growing Dao seed.

The gate of Ren Du's second vein has been shattered and disappeared, and all the energy flow is very smooth, just like in the past, Lan Jiechen's body is like a lake. So now that he has been recast, he is like an endless ocean.

"Break and then stand, break the cocoon into a butterfly. Lan Jiechen suddenly remembered this intriguing sentence that the elf king had given him.

Everything at this time verified everything that the elven king said. Lan Jiechen self-destructed and cultivated. As a result, all the chaotic energies that had been cultivated in the past were expelled, and now there was only that vast Dao power. Mysterious, pure. Bully.

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Lan Jiechen did not leave this prehistoric site in a hurry.

Instead, he continued to search for doubts in this prehistoric ruin, which was too mysterious, and he wanted to unravel its mystery and learn about some of the lesser-known prehistoric deeds.

After a few days of observation, Lan Jiechen found that this piece of prehistoric ruins was a main city, with a very huge area, and he felt that this was only a part of the main city, belonging to the inner city, and the outer city, which was even larger, was nowhere to be found.

Although this prehistoric site is huge, there are very few places that can really leave some evidence of that era. Many, many words, murals, and even books have turned into ash, which makes Lan Juechen's heart ache.

There were ruins everywhere here, none of which were complete, and Lan Jiechen could only combine the words on the wall with all the disorganized parts of the mural and come up with his own bold guess.

The place where Lan Jiechen experienced before must be the inheritance of a prehistoric family, and the nine characters in it must be the supreme secret of the clan.

The reason why Lan Juechen suddenly passed the trial before, Lan Juechen believed that this was mainly the reason for the incomplete patterns on the broken wall, which caused problems in the process of the trial, which was incomplete and mutated.

Fortunately, Lan Jiechen was also rewarded, this seems to be the inheritance and condensation of the nine characters of the mystery, which is much more difficult and profound than what Lan Jiechen knows, and every word represents the supreme mystery.

This made Lan Jiechen sigh, if he kept trying, I don't know if he would be able to persevere, these trials are really too perverted, the first trial alone is so terrifying, not to mention how difficult the next trial will be.

Lan Juechen carefully observed among the ruins, time passed in a hurry, and Lan Juechen now only had the center of the ruins gone.

The structure of this main city is quite peculiar, the ring structure, a total of nine rings, the architectural styles in the different rings are different, the folk customs are also different, the more the center, the higher the terrain, which seems to indicate something.

This fact really surprised Lan Jiechen again, on the way to observe this prehistoric ancient city, he saw a lot of things related to nine, which implied that ninety-nine return to one, ninety-nine return to the truth.

Ninety-nine return to the truth is difficult, and the ancient times are wonderful, and there is no difference. Throughout the ages, "nine" is the largest and ultimate, and ancient and modern humanistic buildings have taken it as the "most".

Ninety-nine return to one, that is, from where you come from, where you go, and back to the original state.

In fact, this kind of reply is not a simple return, but a kind of sublimation, a kind of reconstruction, a kind of rebirth, and a new starting point.

This coincides with the Tao of another cosmic space.

For some reason, in this prehistoric main city, Lan Jiechen had a feeling of returning home, which made him feel very warm and made him feel endless sadness.

Whenever he touches the broken wall in front of him, the scenes recorded by the broken wall will appear in his mind, the couples are sweetly biting their ears, the children are playing childhood games in hip-hop, the old people are sitting in front of the door looking at the pedestrians coming and going, and the women are intimately talking about the things in the boudoir.

It further sets off the sadness of the dilapidated main city.

Lan Jiechen touched and felt almost every ruined wall. These are all records of the past, but there is no trace of the impression of the destruction of this prehistoric main city.

There is only endless darkness on one side, no edge in sight, no fingers in reach, no light, no hope, only endless cries, cries for help, begs for mercy, prayers, incessant voices, and grief.

An incomparably rich sadness enveloped this lost main city, it seemed to want to tell itself something, it seemed to be crying, looming, if there was nothing, ethereal, whenever it wanted to grasp, no matter how hard it tried, it couldn't grasp.

At this time, Lan Juechen stood on top of a watchtower, looking down on this lost prehistoric main city, and the shattered, desolate scenery seemed to him to see the previous prosperity and prosperity.

Merchants, warriors, and mercenaries come and go, and children happily run up and down the road, jumping up and down, and powerful warriors are dueling.

Suddenly, he trembled, there was darkness in front of him, and then there was the endless crying, moving the heavens and the earth, and the sorrow was extreme, "Come, you come quickly~", "Woo woo~", "Child, welcome home......" "This is your ......" seemed to be nothing, muttering, Lan Jiechen wanted to catch it, suddenly, his eyes lit up, and he returned to reality.

Ruins are still ruins, ruins and ruins are still ruins, the only thing that remains unchanged is the breath of eternity, the precipitation of the years, and the lingering sadness.

His heart was filled with infinite melancholy, his face was full of sorrow, and he muttered to himself, "What do you want to tell me? Why are you crying? Why is my heart full of endless sorrow, suffocating." ”

Thinking about it, Lan Juechen, who was full of sorrow, waved his right hand, and there was an extra blood-colored jade flute in his hand, which was slowly put in his mouth, followed his heart, and played the sad and sad dream requiem, for a while, the sky, the earth, Xiao whimpered, like crying;

The sunset is shining, the wind and sand are filled, the vast wilderness, and the sound of the flute is whimpering.

Low, deep, distant, desolate, weeping in a silent place, extremely sad! The night is cold, and the sound of the flute whimpering, telling the joys and sorrows of the world.

It was a helpless sigh, piercing through time and space, pounding heavily on the heart, and desolation penetrated from every pore to the bone marrow. The pipa, ding ding dong dong, Zheng Zheng cong, playing the silence of the sky.

The sound of the flute is still whimpering, and the melancholy is slowly soaking into the heart, and the night is sleepless.

The dim sun, the afterglow, no longer releases temperature, only the cold remnant sun.

"I wish to accompany you to the world in my lifetime!" "The voice is like water like a song, clear and beautiful, and like a whispering soft language, like a dream, rigid and soft, such as an empty valley orchid, soft heart, sweet as soaked honey, making people feel more comfortable, relaxed and happy.

Lan Jiechen trembled, showed a wry smile, sat on the ground, leaned against the tower, and then was slightly stunned, as if he had thought of something, and then couldn't help but say.

"Your old man is finally reluctant?"

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