The sky is full of yellow dust, and with the wind blowing, the bad environment of this world is bad, and it is full of death.

The thatched house is dilapidated, but it is like a lighthouse in the wind and rain, no matter how strong the wind and rain, it still stands still in the wind. It's just such a small building, but it gives people a sense of immovability.

Xuantian watched from afar, and couldn't help but wonder in his heart, had anyone ever lived here in the first place?

Close, you can feel the strong smell of time above the grass house, as well as a hazy smell of loess, condensed on the grass house.

"The powerhouse of the Clay Man Realm once lived here?" Xuantian was shocked, who could this be!

Obviously, it is precisely because of the smell of clay figurines that this thatched hut can last forever through the years. Otherwise, I am afraid that it will be destroyed by the years long ago, and there will not be even ashes left.

Xuantian pushed the door and entered, and came to the thatched house. It has been covered with a thick layer of sand, and it looks like no one has stopped for a long time, and it is an abandoned place.

He looked at the hut and saw that there were several farm tools piled up in the corner, including hoes and iron blades, all of which were rusty. On one wall, there is a dilapidated map with some zigzag coordinates, including the location of the thatched house.

In addition, at the door of the hut, there was a stone chair with a book on it, and a white skeleton with an arm and slender fingers.

Xuantian put away the map, and then came to the stone chair, picked up the books and bones, but he sat on it leisurely, picked up the book and watched.

However, the first page made Xuantian a spirit.

There are some stories from the past. Seven hundred thousand years ago, the Buddha came here, only to leave a pair of legs behind and fled this world in a hurry.

"Even the Buddha is going to be injured?" Xuantian was shocked, with a look of disbelief on his face.

700,000 years ago, the Buddha was a powerful man who shook the sixth heaven and earth. However, with such strength, after arriving here, he still has to be injured. No one will fail to be shocked.

Xuantian regretted it, and remembered the two leg bones that he had once installed underneath, I am afraid that they were the stumps of the Buddha.

"Damn, I actually had contact with the Buddha. Xuantian grinned, a little incredulous. He stretched out his arm and continued to roll down.

Next, it's about God. Eight hundred thousand years ago, God also came here.

"It's this little woman who came into this world. Xuantian nodded nonchalantly. The book is strange, and it seems to record the picture at that time, a woman with golden hair descended from the sky, standing in the air of this world, her eyes are sharp, and she has the air of an emperor.

"That's good. It's a strong woman, I thought she was a big man a long time ago!" Xuantian was amazed, but his eyes suddenly widened, and the God of 800,000 years ago seemed to have no wings.

Yes, this woman has a slender body, a charming face, and her every move exudes the aura of a fairy, as if all living beings are going to surrender to her feet. The convex and backward figure is especially noticeable in the wind, and there are no wings behind it.

"Good guy, could it be that the change in this woman is because of this yellow heaven land?" Xuantian was surprised and flipped down. Sure enough, he guessed correctly. The book does not record the exact process, but it does describe the scene of God's departure, a slender figure, a pair of black wings dancing, flying into the sky.

"This woman is really a human race, and she was born in an ordinary peasant family, and with her strong perseverance, she has become a strong party. Xuantian muttered to himself, his eyes still with disbelief, judging from the books, God seemed to have also entered the depths of this world, and the result was changed.

He became more and more curious, what is in the depths of the world?

Looking further down in the book, it is no longer about the human race, but also about the arrival of some powerful people of different races. Ten alien races have been here, all of them are strong people in the mud man realm, and as a result, nine were killed and one was injured. Books record the scene of their death, and their eyes are full of unwillingness and horror.

"And the last page. Xuantian flipped and flipped the book to the end, and his body jumped up with a 'whoosh'.

On the last page, there are only a few big words - boy, go deeper.

These words, written in a few scribbled, are extremely amazing. Xuantian's cold hair stood up, and his whole body exuded coldness.

These words, apparently, were written for oneself.

"Who wrote it?" Xuantian frowned, and when the light flowed backwards, however, the scene inside the grass hut could not be seen clearly due to the interference of the smell of the clay figures. So, he saw the picture outside the grass hut, for a whole 100,000 years, no living beings have been here.

"So possibly, then who wrote these words?" Xuan Tian stared, incredulous. A line of words in the book gave him a sense of evil.

Was it a pure coincidence, or did someone already know that he was coming?

"If it's really a coincidence, it's not that simple!" Xuantian muttered to himself, exuding his powerful perception and looking around. With his current state, he didn't find anything wrong.

"No one is watching me. But what's going on!" Xuantian was stunned, puzzled, and put away the book.

Next, he opened the map.

The books tell him to go deeper. Naturally, he wanted to see what was on the map.

The map was worn, but the handwriting on it was new, as if someone had just written it, not much different from the handwriting on the book.

On this map, a route is drawn, marked several times along the way, and the final destination is a place, the Nether Temple.

At the end of the map, there is a large hall drawn, twisted and twisted, the painting skills are not very good, the good hall, the name is domineering, but it is painted like a dilapidated ruins.

"Netherworld, even the route has been drawn for me, everything is prepared for me!" Xuantian pondered, feeling that it was a pool of deep water.

If you want to solve these mysteries, it is obvious that you can only know everything if you reach the last place.

Xuantian took a good look at the map, especially the few marked places, which he remembered in his heart.

Putting away the map, Xuantian looked at the white bone arm, took it in his hand and gently weighed it, and found that it weighed 10,000 catties.

"Boom!"

Xuantian picked up the bone arm and waved it lightly, making a hole in the space on the spot, which was amazingly powerful.

"You can use it as a treasure. Xuantian muttered, wanting to put it into the Mud Pill Palace, but found that he couldn't absorb it, and in desperation, he had to tie it around his waist.

Walking out of the broken grass house, he came to the open space not far away, and used his time reversal magic power to watch the past. He wanted to find out who had built this place back then.

Time stops here, and then condenses into the long river of years and begins to flow backwards.

Ten thousand years have passed, and there has been no movement here. 500,000 years later, it is still a sandstorm. 800,000 years have passed, and someone here has come, a person who exudes golden light, and his face cannot be seen clearly.

Xuantian paused time, looked carefully, and thought that this was the Buddha.

The long river of years flows again, heading into the past. God also came here in those days. Aliens from other heavens and earths have also entered here, but none of them are the owners of this thatched hut.

Back five million years ago, the thatched hut finally had an anomaly. Out of it came a hazy figure, carrying an iron shackle, in the open wasteland near here, there was an elixir planted on the yellow sand, and the water source was the yellow spring thousands of miles below, which was watered.

"Good fellow, this is the owner of the hut. Xuantian's eyes widened, watching this figure. However, this guy completely covered his figure with the aura of a clay man, and he couldn't even see his figure.

He was near this thatched hut, planting and tending to elixirs, and he seemed to be a human race.

"Strange fellow, could it be that he left behind the maps and books here?" Xuantian muttered to himself, puzzled.

It's been five million years, this guy has left here, gone somewhere else, never came back, it's an empty house. During this period, there were constantly creatures coming, didn't they take the books on the stone chairs?

What surprised Xuantian even more was that the map seemed to be fresh, just drawn, not like an old map of the old moon.

"It seems that it is necessary to go to the depths. Xuantian sighed and prepared to leave. However, at this moment, he felt an inexplicable aura flowing below.

"Is there a creature down there?" he was shocked, and immediately shone out his eyes to look underneath.

I saw that in the sand, a great road breath was flowing, and a lot of sand and gravel made way for this, so that these breaths converged.

"It's the heart of the clay man, this guy is reuniting his roots and gathering evil energy. Xuantian was taken aback, not understanding why he had encountered such a thing.

"No, it's going back in time. My power of time, let this guy go back in time and find his own source power?"

Xuantian frowned and found the reason. Although this guy will wake up sooner or later, he has used his magic power to go back in time, which undoubtedly wakes this guy up early.

Under the earth, five hundred zhang deep, there is a figure, which is rapidly condensing. It was a strange creature, with the body of a human race, the wings of a dragon, and the appearance of a great man up close, with a bronze glow all over its body, and its hair was flying.

"Up!"

He shouted, and a ravine cracked in the ground. Then, the guy rose into the sky, turned into a ray of light, and came to the ground.

"What an ancient atmosphere, it's not a modern creature, right?" Xuantian frowned, looking at the ancient creature in front of him.

"I am an evil spirit from the ancient times, and I have gathered the three ancient realms, all of which represent the ultimate evil. Moreover, I can tell you that I hate the Terrans the most, and if I hadn't breathed a sigh of relief back then, I am afraid that I would never have woken up today. The primeval evil spirit said, his eyes emitting a scarlet light, comparable to that of a demon.

"It's unfortunate that I'm also a grandmaster of this kind of thing. Xuantian smiled, he would be the Ancient Six Evil Palms, and he would talk about evil arts, this is the ultimate.

"Don't talk big, Terran ants, I can kill you with my hands. The primeval evil spirit spoke, his eyes were full of naked killing intent, and there was also a trace of evil.

He was looking at Xuantian, ready to attack.

Suddenly, though, he laughed again, and his voice rumbled through the heavens and the earth.

"I thought it was a strong man, it turned out to be a clay man who was about to die. The clay man's heart is shattered, how can he resist my attack?" he laughed, seeing the flaws in Xuantian's body.

"The clay man's heart is broken. But so what? It's still not a problem to deal with you. Xuantian responded, standing with his hands in his hands, his face full of solemnity.