As far as the eye can see, it is mottled heaven and earth.

Those who are in the holy land, inherit the supreme lineage, hide the cave and the blessed land, the feng shui of the town, manage the four solar terms, gather the luck of the eight directions, and travel for eternity.

If the holy land is prosperous, then one side will have good luck, and if the luck is decaying, then one party's luck will be lost.

Heaven is impermanent, but earth is impermanent.

Since ancient times, many things can be speculated and traced according to the traces of the present world.

Such as this mottled heaven and earth.

The Xuanyi Holy Land has been destroyed for 100,000 years, and the luck that was lost in the past has not been restored to the heavens and earth in this world.

Su Musha slowly stepped over the collapsed mountain gate boulder, and there was a bleak scene in front of him.

In the past, the bluestone paved roads in the freesia mountains have been flooded with wild grass.

Vigorous and ancient wooden vines climbed all over the ruined fairy pavilion.

The faint glow of the lush green suggests that the rubble once had its heels.

In the past, the platform that had been used for a long time with spirit crystal chalcedony, and the spirit array under the cloth of spirit cloud jade dew, now only the appearance remains.

The spiritual charm in it has been completely lost, some of which were lost in the tragic battle of the Xuanyi Holy Land that was destroyed in the past, and some of which were lost in the washing of 100,000 years.

Xiao Suo of the Xuanyi Holy Land seemed to condense some kind of desolate Dao realm, affecting every monk who walked into this place.

Su Musha was also affected by the desolate Dao realm, his mood became more and more depressed, his eyes were gloomy, and he shuttled from the mountains.

In the Great Hall of Transmission of Meritorious Service, half of the monuments that should have stood here in the past were destroyed into rubble, and half of them were uprooted by the invaders in the past and disappeared.

In the Immortal Pavilion of Alchemy Immortal, the essence of a sect in the Xuanyi Holy Land in the past was also plundered clean, only a few jade bottles were lying horizontally in the corner, contaminated with dust, and the elixir of the past years contained in it had lost its spiritual charm in the washing of the years, and evolved into black erysipelas, exuding a pungent odor.

In the Refining Immortal Pavilion, the majestic hall of the past was empty, and there was no existence of gold and iron, and in the huge pit in the center, the earth fire that burned eternally in the past had also been extinguished, and even the supreme earth lung fire veins that should be suppressed under this mountain were also detained.

......

As Su Musha saw with his own eyes, the huge holy land in the past was full of rubble, and there was no trace of it in the present world.

Standing in the forbidden land of the back mountain, at the foot is a wide gray stone field, the Xuanyi Cave Heaven in the past should be here, but now Su Musha, can no longer feel the slightest breath of Sumeru.

That Cave Heaven World, maybe destroyed, or taken away, is no longer known.

On this trip to find the ruins of the Xuanyi Holy Land, Su Musha originally wanted to find clues about the person who injured the drunken spring, or about Qingjun's previous life and feet, but now it is unlikely.

For 100,000 years, even if there are many treasures in the Xuanyi Holy Land that remain under the ruins, they have already been scattered and cultivated by the descendants who have dug three feet into the ground.

When I arrived at Su Musha, there was only desolation everywhere.

Looking up at the mottled sky dome here, Su Musha shook his head and was about to turn around and leave.

Before the foot was raised, suddenly, Su Mu covered his body for a moment, and looked at the gray stone square under his feet suspiciously.

In the eyes, there is the Qi of time.

The gray thunder flashed beside itself, but Su Musha saw a completely different scene.

Every kind of ancestral Qi in the world represents the path of the immortals, which may be very difficult, but it is destined to lead to the Qingling Immortal Land above the heavenly dome.

Even if he reaches the realm of Su Musha, he still can't cultivate the Qi of the years to a profound realm.

Just as Su Musha looked at it at this moment, the collapsed immortal pavilion platform was shattered into rubble, and the breath of time was entwined on it.

Su Musha couldn't tell whether the breath of the years was so strong that it represented 100,000 years or 200,000 years.

But what Su Musha could tell was that the breath of time lingering on the graystone square under his feet was even richer than any other place in the Xuanyi Holy Land!

Looking at it, Su Musha even felt that his breathing became rapid.

The rich Qi of time invaded almost every part of the gray stone.

It is even possible that in the past, this square was made of some kind of fairy stone, and it was not the gray it is today.

It's just that under the erosion of the Qi of the years, the spiritual charm of the fairy stone dissipates, but perhaps it is because of the strength of the immortal stone's heritage that the process of dissipating the spiritual rhyme is very slow, extremely slow, and at the same time of dissipation, the immortal stone also contains the existence of the Qi of the years.

As a result, the fairy stone here finally turned into gray stone, and the brilliance of this place in the past has become gray everywhere today.

This is an unimaginable change, born from the creation of the years.

In this way, this place has existed in the world, perhaps for millions of years, or even eons of time.

Su Musha's brows couldn't help frowning.

He stretched out his hand, and the rich Qi of the years in his body wrapped the entire palm, and it was tightly attached to the gray stone square.

Slowly close your eyes.

Su Musha felt the breath of the Qi of the years, felt the sound of the gray stone, and felt everything that the years imprinted on the gray stone.

The sound of the footsteps of the group cultivators in the past, the roar of the fighting method when the old year was destroyed, and the poignant despair of the group cultivators when the Xuanyi Holy Land was destroyed in the past year.

Everything that the years have erased here has now been told to Su Musha in this way.

When he got up again, Su Musha stared at this place, and the aura of Taoism rose ethereal on Su Musha's body.

A finger lightly tapped to the open space in front of him.

"Capture the ——! of the Universe"

When the voice falls!

Gray stone is used as powder.

The Qi of the years that have survived here for thousands of years rolls upside down, along the fingers of Su Mu Sha, and merges into Su Mu Sha's body.

At the time of landing, in the realm of the Dao seed in the body, in the turbulence of the void, there was a majestic roar of the years, merging into the long river of years.

The creek of the years that was condensed in the past now has some faint signs of a long river roaring.

With the destruction of Greystone Square.

The secrets hidden in this place in the Xuanyi Holy Land in the past were finally revealed in front of Su Musha's eyes.

It was a dark and deep cave.

The stone cave is very deep, as if leading to the thick earth of the road, as if it goes straight to the netherworld.

Su Musha did not hesitate, his body turned into rainbow light, and fell into the stone cave.

......

In this line, I don't know how far I have fallen under the earth.

The stone walls of the square were imprinted with treacherous patterns, which disturbed Su Musha's perception.

After about a thousand breaths, the rainbow light fell to the ground, and Su Mu walked out of the dust that shook his body, looking at this place.

It was a bronze Dao Palace inlaid under the earth, and Su Musha stood in front of the door, looking at the big characters on the door of the ancient seal book - Xuanyi Underground Palace.

On the closed bronze portal, there was the aura of a forbidden formation.

It was a very mysterious forbidden array, and at the height of its year, it should have unfathomable power to block powerful attacks.

But under the erosion of the years, Su Musha just waved his mana slightly, and the ancient forbidden array on the bronze portal turned into powder and dissipated in front of Su Musha's eyes.

Push the door in.

The smell of decay came to the face.

Looking up, inside the wide and ancient Dao Palace, there is a bronze gate.

The gate is mottled and ancient.

It seems to be surrounded by the ruins of some ancient buildings.

Most of the plaque has collapsed, and some of the handwriting is no longer legible.

The two remaining sons are written in the ancient seal of the underworld - the underworld!

His gaze fell on the bronze portal.

It was a treacherous relief.

Imprinted with the rules between heaven and earth in the past.

There are ghosts with hideous faces, and they are different.

Su Musha almost fell into a state of distraction, paced to the door, subconsciously stretched out his hand to swayed the relief on the bronze door, and murmured softly almost dreamily.

"Hyakki...... Nocturnal ......"