Yang Yib walked slowly through the valley, carefully observing, and finally Yang Yib was sure that this was a Jedi, not the habitat of some Beastmaster.

As Yang Yib walked through the valley, wisps of mist seeped out from under the hard ground and drifted into the air.

"It's foggy," Yang Yib muttered.

The fog is getting bigger and thicker, covering the mountains and rivers, covering the grass and trees, and from a distance you can only see a thick fog rolling endlessly.

"Click" At the feet of Yang Yibu, there are dead branches breaking.

"Click~click" Yang Yibu found that the breaking sound this time was a little different, and he squatted down to take a closer look.

What appeared in Yang Yibu's eyes was a pile of white bones, "Is this a human bone or a beast bone, there was obviously nothing before the fog."

Yang Yibu felt that he hadn't gone far in the fog, and he had just scanned it with his mental power, and he didn't find these white bones.

Yang Yibu released his spiritual power again, "Well, it's weird" Yang Yibu found that in this dense fog, he could release tens of thousands of miles of spiritual power that couldn't leave his body, and he couldn't even leave his body an inch.

"What kind of place is this, even the spiritual power has been imprisoned, no, it's not that this place is weird, it should be that this fog is weird, and before the fog rises, your spiritual power can be released."

Yang Yibu carefully analyzed the memories and finally came to the conclusion that the fog was playing tricks.

"You can't move forward, wait for the fog to clear and look for a way out."

In this dense fog, Yang Yibu couldn't release his spiritual power, and the naked eye couldn't see too far, at most he could only see a meter away.

This is equivalent to a blind man walking in a place full of unknown dangers, which is a very dangerous thing, so Yang Yibu stopped, he planned to wait for the fog to clear, and then he was looking for a way out of the valley.

The "Huhu" mist suddenly swirled rapidly, and a tall figure suddenly appeared in front of Yang Yibu.

Out of an instinctive reaction to danger, Yang Yibu jerked back.

"Huh" stepped into the air, and Yang Yibu's body was falling rapidly.

"Rise" Yang Yibu wants to stabilize the falling body and want to fly, the Yuan Infant Monk flies as an instinct, just as walking is instinctive.

But no matter how much power Yang Yibu exhausted, he could never fly, his ability to fly was inexplicably suppressed, and he lost his ability to fly.

"Huhuhuhu" Yang Yibu was falling rapidly, and there was still wind in his ears.

Yang Yib tried to balance his body, but no matter what he tried, he couldn't.

One day, two days......

Yang Yibu didn't know how many days he had fallen, he didn't know how deep this abyss was, he only knew that he was constantly falling, falling......

"Peng ......" Until this day, Yang Yibu didn't react, and his body smashed firmly on the extremely hard ground.

Bursts of glow emanated from Yang Yibu's body, and the Dao Ancestor's robe, which sensed great danger, automatically launched a defense.

Although the Dao Ancestor's robe was defended in time and defused the huge impact force, Yang Yibu was still under the huge inertia, all the bones in his body were shattered, and blood spurted out of his mouth like a fountain.

Yang Yibu lay motionless in the big pit that he had smashed out.

Three days later, Yang Yibu's fingers moved, he tried hard to open his eyes, and with great effort, Yang Yibu took out a healing elixir from his spatial ring and put it in his mouth.

At the entrance of the healing elixir, Yang Yibu was still lying quietly in the pit, not moving, and another day had passed.

Yang Yib jumped up from the pit, and he became alive again, and all the bones of his body that had been shattered were intact.

"It's so dangerous, this time it was the robe of the Dao Ancestor who saved me, otherwise someone would have found out and spread the word, saying that I, Yang Yibu, was thrown to death, and the Yuan Infant Monk was killed by the Yuan, wouldn't it be laughed off by the people of the world."

Yang Yibu jumped up from the pit, he wanted to jump out of the pit that he had smashed out.

"Bang Dang" Yang Yibu used too much force, rushed too high, and his head touched the branches of a big tree, which immediately knocked Yang Yibu into a daze.

"Damn, what kind of place is this" Yang Yibu scolded, and now he actually found that he could fly again, just now he didn't jump but flew.

"Whew" Yang Yib fell to the ground, it was late at night, and Yang Yib suddenly found that the fog had disappeared.

Although it was night, my eyes could see far away, and my mental power had returned to normal and could be released, and everything became normal.

"Thief God, is it that you deliberately made Lao Tzu straight, you have to let Lao Tzu fall this way."

Yang Yibu raised his head, looked at the dark night sky and scolded in his heart.

Cultivators who have cultivated to the realm of Yang Yibu, they all know that God is real, and he is just the embodiment of cultivating to a very high realm.

This is like Yang Yib in his own small world, the rules in the small world are formulated by Yang Yib, how Yang Yib controls everything in the small world, including the fate of the monks in it, etc., so Yang Yib is the sky.

God is the creator and the actual controller of the rules.

"Click" Yang Yib's footsteps moved, and something on the ground was trampled on by himself.

Yang Yibu looked down and saw that it was white bones, and Yang Yibu found himself standing on a large piece of white bones, all of which had begun to wither, and it looked like they were at least a few thousand years old.

"No, could it be that these white bones fell from above like themselves, and the immortal beasts that fell to death were formed by people."

Yang Yibu muttered in his mouth, but his eyes carefully observed the accumulated white bones.

"It's not like it, it's not like it fell to death, and none of these white bones are immortal beasts, they are all human, and all of them are monks' bones."

Yang Yibu released his spiritual power, and where his spiritual power shrouded him, there were piles of white bones.

"What happened in this place, why are there so many white bones, preliminary estimates, so many white bones are probably formed after the death of billions of monks."

Yang Yibu thought silently in his heart, and suddenly, Yang Yibu shuddered, he remembered that when he was in the underworld, which giant tree had white bones, and which white bones were all the white bones of monks above the third level of the Yuan Infant Stage.

What kind of white bones here, could it be that they are also composed of Yuan Infant monks?

Yang Yibu calmed down and began to look carefully at the white bones one by one.

When the sun was bright and the sun was rising, Yang Yibu looked at it and saw that his eyes were full of endless white bones.

Yang Yibu couldn't help but shudder in his heart, because he found that all the white bones here were the same as the white bones on the Underworld Giant Tree, all of them were the white bones of monks above the Yuan Infant Stage.

"What happened 10,000 years ago, and why did so many infancy monks die?"

Yang Yibu silently stood in the pile of bones and thought, but he didn't have a clue at all.

"Celestial Realm, Underworld ......" Suddenly Yang Yibu thought of something.

"There is such a place of bones in the heavenly realm and the underworld, which human realm, is there such an unknown place on the earth where you live?"

"The heavenly realm, the human realm and the underworld, these three worlds were connected ten thousand years ago, and they were all connected by spatial passages, but now I heard from the two monks who were killed by themselves in the ruins of the heavenly court, the spatial passages between the underworld and the heavenly realm have been destroyed, and they can no longer communicate with each other."

"And 10,000 years ago was the time period that I crossed, and it was also the time period when my memory was blank, and 10,000 years ago was also the time period when the earth's heaven and earth changed greatly and the aura was depleted, what happened during this time that no one knows."

"Also, what about the disciples of my own sect in my previous life on earth? I have never found any of them in this life, no matter how big a sect is, and there are people from other sects, where have they all gone, it won't be ......."

Yang Yibu looked at the white bones in front of him, a chill rose from his heart, and he thought of some possibility.