This road to heaven has finally been cultivated to the foot of the sacred mountain.

Yin He looked at the sacred mountain in a daze, looking at the seemingly ordinary mountain road, he only felt that his whole body seemed to be trembling constantly, but in fact, his body was as stiff as a stone, and he kept standing stiff and motionless.

There was still a little warmth in his chest, and the sound of his heartbeat was still coming slowly, and a warmth came from the palm of his right hand that was covered on his chest, quietly guarding his heart, and also preserving a little bit of his last consciousness.

Yin He turned around slowly and with great difficulty, wanting to shout loudly, wanting to tell everyone that the road was finally repaired!

It's just a stone's throw away from Mount Kinabalu, and it's good to walk over the little distance left, so you don't need to repair it, it's okay!

However, he only opened his mouth, but no sound came from his mouth, as if he had suddenly become dumb.

And around him, there was no sound either, although in his sight, there were a large number of people—desolate slaves, Terran soldiers, they were all moving around, but all the others, almost all of them were the same.

Their eyes were glazed, their eyes were blank, their movements were unusually slow, everyone was doing their own thing, no one was talking, no one was shouting, there was not the slightest anger, everything was just happening in silence like that, making people's scalps tingle and their hearts cold.

Looking around, Yin He suddenly had the illusion that he was in the midst of countless corpses.

Those people are obviously still alive, obviously still walking around, still working, but Yin He always feels as if they are dead.

Is it the strange and powerful power of Mount Kinabalu that has unknowingly destroyed everyone?

Yin He felt that he was about to go crazy, he clenched his chest, and in the palm of his right hand and arm, a gentle force faintly came out again, protecting his heart and making him feel slightly better, not so cold.

He took a step, only to find that his speed was pitifully slow, but he walked forward step by step, in the midst of this terrible crowd of silent people, and began to move away from the sacred mountain.

Behind him, the wind blew, coming down from the sacred mountain, and stirring the ends of his clothes and hair, a little cool, as if a cold hand was gently caressing his neck.

Yin He didn't look back, he kept walking forward with great difficulty and slowly, and there were other people walking by around him, but all of them seemed to be ignoring Yin He, their eyes were stiff and blank, empty, as if there was nothing left that still belonged to human nature.

Gradually, the wind seemed to have subsided and stopped, and the cold feeling left his body, and at the same time, Yin He clearly felt that something in his right arm seemed to be waking up, pulsating slowly.

He looked down with some difficulty, and found that his right hand was beginning to thicken and grow in size at some point, and to develop knots of fur and muscles, turning into an arm like a demonic beast.

It is also the power generated by this strange change that constantly helps him maintain the last bit of vitality and sobriety, supporting him to move forward slowly.

The road under his feet was personally led by him to repair, but at this moment it seems to be endlessly distant, Yin He walked, walked, walked, kept walking.

Before his eyes, it seemed that everything was blurred again, it was dark, it was bright again, the sun and the moon rotated, the sun rose and the moon set, and it kept walking, walking......

Those terrible people who had lost their life had been left behind by him at some point, and he didn't know where to go, he walked along this road, and in his memory he walked through the green jade places, and in the middle walked through the huge sand pit where the giant beast buried his bones, and walked a farther road, as if he had walked through a dark forest.

Along the way, he had never entered the Qingyu place to rest, day and night, he had always walked so hard and hard, and the only thought in his mind was to get out of there, to leave the sacred mountain.

Heaven and earth have always been silent, and it seems that he is the only one left in the world, walking alone on the vast land, walking all the time......

Until one day, he suddenly saw people again!

The end of the road was also seen.

There was a small group of people standing at the end of the road, seemingly helpless and anxious, whispering, pacing back and forth, as if they had been anxiously waiting for something. Suddenly, everyone froze, and they saw a figure emerge from the windswept sand of the Inner Ring.

Lonely, silent and laborious, walking slowly.

In an instant, the crowd was in an uproar, and everyone's faces showed excitement, and several people rushed over and helped Yin He, who was extremely weak but dazed.

Someone else shouted loudly beside him, and the voice seemed to be extremely distant, faintly echoing: "Quick, quick, go and tell the high priest and Elder Ji......

Yin He only felt that he was tired and wanted to die, as if he would faint anytime and anywhere, but at this time, for some reason, he was carried somewhere to lie down. Someone wiped his face, someone healed him, someone gave him medicine, but he didn't react at all, but his mind was still clear, as if he was struggling to maintain a little bit of light in the dark.

The strange aura that had been lingering had receded like a tide at this time, and he finally left the land of the Inner Ring, and in his already vague memory, he vaguely remembered that before he was about to walk out of the Inner Ring, because of the weakening of that terrible force, his beastly right hand finally slowly returned to normal.

At this moment, in the chaos around him, I don't know how long it took, suddenly there seemed to be a commotion outside, and then someone shouted loudly, and someone strode over, like thunder, and pushed away the person who was blocking in front of the Yin River Bed and grabbed it in front of him.

It seemed to be a familiar face, like the face of Elder Ji.

"Yin River!

A stack of excited voices came from beside him, and Yin He, whose shoulders and arms were tightly grasped by Ji Hou, turned his head with difficulty, and Mu Ran looked at him.

Somehow, after being looked at by his gloomy eyes, Ji Hou's heart cooled for no reason, but he immediately came to his senses and said loudly to Yin Hedao: "Yin He, what's going on in the inner ring, what's going on? It's been a whole month, and you haven't contacted us! How is the road repaired, what ...... have you encountered?"

His voice stopped abruptly, and the anxious look on his face did not fade, but there was a touch of incredible consternation. He looked at Yin He's body, and his eyes fell on Yin He's suddenly outstretched right hand.

The hand was pale and weak, and as soon as he grasped it, he said, "What's the matter, what the hell is going on?"

Yin He stared into his eyes, only to feel a wave of darkness coming from all directions, about to completely submerge him.

In that last moment of sobriety, he grabbed Ji Hou's hand tightly, and then whispered, laboriously, as if he had exhausted all his strength, and said a few words: "The road is repaired......"

Before he could finish speaking, he swung his head to the side, already unconscious, completely unconscious, and plunged into the deep and boundless darkness.