In a short time, Qingya was already asleep.

Suddenly, Qingya felt that she had actually sat up, pushed open the door, and walked out. At this moment, although he could clearly feel what he was doing, he could only watch himself walk out like a bystander, walk through Liuyun Square, cross many halls, and come to a mountain cliff.

There is a suspension bridge suspended in the sky. Blown by the mountain wind, it couldn't stop swaying back and forth. The suspension bridge connects the cliff at one end, and the other end stretches into the distance, and as far as the eye can see, only the outline of a mountain peak can be seen, and the black shadow hides in the darkness like a giant beast.

He walked slowly up the drawbridge, step by step, without the slightest jolt from the back and forth of the bridge, and he was like a ghost in the night, drowning in the thick of the night. At the end of the suspension bridge, there is a small road connecting the sheep's intestines, and the two sides are already overgrown with grass, but the road is extremely clean, and not even a small pebble can be found.

In a short time, the trail had come to an end, and in front of it was a dead end, where a towering cliff stood, and below the wall, a huge cave, leading into the depths of the mountain. At this moment, in front of the cave, there were several Heavenly Fall disciples guarding them, holding long swords in their hands, with serious expressions, standing there straight, carefully observing the surrounding grass and trees.

However, as if they couldn't see themselves, they let themselves walk past them, only to see a ripple in the void shaking, and the barrier guarding here did not stop the footsteps of the green cliff. Walking into the dark cave, I found that it seemed to be carved out by man, on the walls on both sides of the cave, every ten steps or so, there was a glowing spar, each the size of a fist, most of which emitted a pale yellow light, illuminating the cave and the road ahead.

Looking up, on the walls on both sides of the cave, there are murals one after another, bright and lifelike, these murals are connected in series, as if telling an ancient legend.

The land that was originally peaceful was suddenly swept away by an army in black armor, and they captured one town after another, and the continuous war spread from the west to the east. At this moment, a group of people dressed in red held back the advance of the black-armored army. The flames in the hands of this group of red-clothed men flew up, and they were inseparable from the black-armored army. Subsequently, more people joined the side of the red-clothed people, they were wearing different costumes, and the weapons in their hands were also varied, with the addition of this new force, the tide of the battle gradually turned around.

Just when the two sides were at a stalemate with each other, the next picture was another person standing next to the leader of the Black Armor Army, the green shirt hunting, and behind the two of them was the black pressed army, like a tide, menacing.

Just when the whole world seemed to be plunged into darkness, a man dressed in silver armor fell from the sky, and the sun shone behind him. A sword swing is like a scorching sun piercing the darkness, bringing the light of progress to the world.

I don't know how long it has been, but in the next picture, it is the two people in black and white armor who united together and stabbed the long sword in their hands into the body of the man in Tsing Yi. The battle seemed to end with the two swords being stabbed, and then the man in black armor sat on his knees, and the white-clad god would face him with his sword. In the final picture, the sun is shining away the clouds, the god is raising his sword, and behind him are the cheers of the people like a wave. After more than ten years of war, the Terrans finally won the final victory. These murals record the legend of the war thousands of years ago, when the god Tianlan led people to repel the two armies of the demon race and the underworld.

As the story ends, Qingya has also gone to the deepest part of the cave. The originally narrow passage became more open at this moment, and when I looked up, I saw three stone statues standing around me, all of them wearing battle armor and holding giant swords, like the gods looking down at the creatures on the ground. They held swords in one hand, and a chain of talismans in the other.

Although time has passed for an unknown amount of time, the cinnabar lines on each talisman are still vivid, and even the dust has not been stained at all. The three chains stretched down from their hands, and there was a man on the ground who was half kneeling, and the three chains bound his arms and neck, and there was a stone pillar on the ground that passed through the man's chest and connected to the mountain wall behind him.

I saw the man kneeling on one knee, his head slightly bowed, his eyes closed, and his breath at all, as if he had been dead for a long time. Looking at the appearance of the person in front of him, Qingya seemed to feel a little familiar, and after thinking about it carefully, Qingya couldn't help but take a few steps back. The same green shirt, the same face, as well as the hilt of the sword in the man's hand and the fragments of the broken sword scattered around, all indicate that the person in front of him is the master of the underworld who fell here in the great battle thousands of years ago depicted on the mural.

Qingya couldn't help but take a deep breath, he was now, so close to the legend of a thousand years ago, the big man who led 100,000 generals and dominated the mountains and rivers in the past was in front of him at this moment, although he was lifeless at the moment.

Qingya couldn't help but sigh a little, the supreme glory of the past, but he died in a foreign land, and he still couldn't enter the earth for a thousand years after his death, as the lord of the underworld, the ending was too sad. The fragments of the broken sword scattered on the ground had long since been corroded and shattered by time, and Qingya was curious to pick them up and take a closer look.

Just as Qingya had just picked up a piece of sword tip, the already decayed sword blade instantly slashed through his palm, and bright red blood suddenly spurted out, but instead of spilling it on the ground as usual, it gradually condensed into a stream of water in the air. As the blood continued to flow out of the wound, the stream grew longer and longer, and as if it were alive, it meandered towards the other broken sword fragments.

As soon as those fragments were stained with their own blood, they instantly seemed to come to life, and under the traction of blood, they slowly gathered in one place, and the last stream of blood flowed out, but it flew towards the hilt of the sword in the hand of the Hades. The hilt of the sword, as if sensing the call of its companion, fluttered out of the Immortal's hand and reunited with the rest of the fragments. On the jet-black sword, there are red lines, as if these pieces were reassembled with blood.

And he was dizzy for a while because of excessive blood loss, Qingya looked at his palm, and the scar that originally ran through the entire palm of his hand had stopped bleeding at this moment and was slowly healing.

The vision gradually blurred, it was a precursor to fainting due to excessive blood loss, Qingya raised his head with difficulty, and in a trance, he saw the originally dead Hades, opened his eyes, was looking at himself, and was about to step forward to see clearly, but the sword that was originally suspended in the air suddenly aimed at him, turned into a red light, penetrated his chest, and then Qingya lost consciousness and fell to the ground.