What appeared in front of Emperor Fengchime's eyes was an incomparably narrow tunnel.

In the tunnels, each stone slab is polished smooth and clear, carved with intricate and delicate patterns, and reflects a faint blue luster.

Soon, a stream of light suddenly pierced from all around, and she was surprised to see that on the smooth stone wall, every ten paces, there was a spar embedded in the inner wall of the passage.

These hedrons shone with a dim yellow glow, somewhat like the brightness of a torch, but they don't flicker or dark.

When she looked around, she realized that there was no end in sight to this tunnel. After groping around and finding no clues, Emperor Fengchi reluctantly walked forward along the tunnel.

I don't know how long I walked, but Emperor Fengchi saw an extremely thick wooden door in front of him, the thickness of two palms, which looked unusually heavy.

She continued to walk forward until she walked on the edge of the wooden door, taking a closer look.

The wooden door was about two people tall and three people wide, and a large copper ring buckle was fastened to the edge of the door, and it would make a thumping sound when touched lightly.

Quietly harnessing the spirit element in his body, the thick wooden door was slowly pushed open, and it kept squeaking.

Although it seems like the tunnel hasn't been visited for a long time, the Emperor Wind Chimes don't smell dust in the air......

Apparently someone here has been cleaning up and cleaning up.

When the wooden door was fully opened, the sight of the emperor wind chime suddenly brightened.

The ground beneath the front turned into a flat stone floor, and it was possible to see that there was not a basement in front of you, but another tunnel.

The second tunnel did not have the previous patterns, and only the soft light emitted by the dim yellow hedron in the tunnel remained.

The arrangement of the hedron is the same as before, and it is evenly set on both sides of the wall.

And with the light of these crystals, the emperor wind chime soon saw the end of the tunnel in his sight.

Obviously, this tunnel is not very long, but there is another difference from the previous one in that there is a large portrait hanging above each hedron.

The portraits are similar in content, all of them are busts of people, dressed in ornate robes, energetic, and attentive eyes, as if gazing at every visitor who enters this tunnel.

And Emperor Fengchime saw the portrait of his father Di Yuan in it.

The emperor in the painting is almost like a real person, staring at himself and smiling.

This strange feeling made her shiver and goosebumps broke out on her back.

The paintings are like they are alive, like they have a soul. Emperor Fengchi thought so.

She continued to move forward and found that in front of the portrait of Emperor Yuan was another portrait of an old man.

She also knew this old man, who was the head of the imperial family before her father, and the portraits after that, she could also find them one by one in her vague memory.

Obviously, the portraits in this tunnel belong to every emperor and family.

But despite being aware of these things, the inexplicable weirdness still lingers in my heart. After all, the figures in the painting were so realistic that she couldn't imagine what kind of techniques and dyes the painter would have to use to depict such a bust. Coupled with the not-so-bright yellow light, the farther she went, the top half of the portraits would fade into darkness, leaving only half of the faces grinning at her.

Halfway through the tunnel, Emperor Fengchi noticed that the figure in the portrait had changed to a woman.

They were of different ages, and even Emperor Fengchi saw some extremely young looking women among them, just like children who were babbling just now, their faces were full of immaturity that could not be taken off.

Many extremely high-level existences like to transform their appearance into what they were when they were young, but returning to the power of childhood, Emperor Fengchi is the first time to see it.

What the power of this realm thinks, it's not something she can get access to. At least his father is normal.

She continued to walk forward, and it didn't take long for her to walk the entire aisle to the end.

There was a wall carved out of a single piece of crystal, and on it hung a full-length portrait that occupied the entire wall.

It hung behind a shrine desk, surrounded by dim yellow hedrons, so the picture was clearer.

Emperor Fengchi swallowed his saliva and looked at the person in the painting.

The moment her eyes fell on the painting, she felt her heart skip a beat.

What a wonderful woman she was, and she could hardly find any other words to describe her other than that.

She has both the grace of a woman and the fortitude of a man, and the two are natural, and there is no conflict between appearing at the same time.

The blue hair is like a frozen ice, and the flaming sword in his hand is a sharp weapon that burns everything.

She stood with her sword in her hands, her eyebrows slightly raised, her eyes looking ahead, her thin lips closed, not angry.

Under those sharp eyes, Emperor Fengchi seemed to feel an overwhelming pressure, making her almost want to kneel in front of this woman.

This is the resonance between the bloodlines, suppression. Compared with the upright and peaceful brought to her by Emperor Fangcai, this woman gave her more of a surging, unquestionable majesty.

"Son of Destiny?" A slightly deep voice came from the whole body portrait, and the tone was a questioning sentence, but when the woman said it, there was a taste of relief.

Under the terrifying gaze of Emperor Fengchi, the blue-haired woman slowly took a step out of the painting, and then her entire body was peeled away from the portrait, as if she had touched several seals, and the chains-like ropes were completely broken by her.

"The blood of the emperor's family, the emperor's wind chime, I have seen my predecessors. Emperor Feng Chime did not resist the coercion this time, but naturally kowtowed and bowed.

Those who can appear here are naturally from ancient times to the present, the heads of the emperor's family, and the portrait of this woman is placed in the deepest part, obviously with an extraordinary identity.

So no matter how much she resists, it doesn't make any practical sense, it's better to go with the flow.

It's just that after she said this, the blue-haired woman in front of her didn't make any moves.

Emperor Fengchi raised his head suspiciously, only to see that the blue-haired woman's posture still maintained the movements of Fang Cai, and even her expression did not change in the slightest, but the difference was that the blue-haired woman's figure began to be illusory and blurred.

Projection?

Emperor Fengchi stretched out her hand and tried to touch it, and her hand passed directly through the blue-haired woman, which was also completely proof of this.

She stood up slowly, not quite understanding the meaning of this projection, but found that the projection suddenly began to distort, just like the dantian part of the blue-haired woman, and suddenly condensed a black hole vortex the size of a thumb, absorbing all the air and afterimages around her.

In the end, under the inexplicable gaze of Emperor Fengchi, the entire projection was submerged into the black hole, and finally turned into a black pill and fell gently to the ground.