At the end of the earth-center tunnel, the place where the earth-center world and space boundaries near the strange ancient city gate intersect.

6 Yongsen still maintained a standing posture, facing the dark boundaries that ordinary people think are endless abyss alone, without moving.

At this time, the Big Dipper veins made of blood lines connected to black moles on his back were scattering a faint dark blue light. The light was very mysterious and deep, and it looked like it came from the endless universe.

This layer of dark blue light that ordinary people cannot see with their naked eyes spread across 6 Yongsen's body, like a protective film, wrapping his entire body inside.

I don’t know if it was with the blessing of this mysterious power, the scene in front of 6 Yongsen at this moment was completely different from what Lisa saw. It was a picture similar to the rippling lake surface, but the slowly rising ripples were all formed by energy.

And in the rippling field of vision, 6 Yongsen seemed to see a picture from a different space, and the feeling was as if his soul had traveled through time and space and came to a brand new world.

Moreover, this feeling is not unfamiliar with 6 Yongsen.

Because before this, he had dreams several times, and in those dreams, he had the real feeling he had now, as if he was watching a distant story from the perspective of God.

The world in the story is a barren desert. There is an ancient city in the desert. Outside the ancient city, there is a whole group of travelers in white robes, following a young monk riding a camel slowly.

The group of people slowly walked towards the old and ancient city facing the afterglow of the sunset.

Among them, the young Qingdao monk riding a camel was wearing a gorgeous robe. There were seven star-shaped emblems printed from top to bottom, and arranged in a spoon-shaped pattern with the white seven stars.

Behind him, he was carrying a long sword with seven stars printed on Cambridge. This man was floating in the breeze of the desert. With his unparalleled face, he looked extremely elegant, like an immortal who only existed in myths.

But for some reason, such a fairy-like figure, in the eyes of 6 Yongsen, felt that his heart was very lonely, as if people in the world did not understand his loneliness.

This feeling, 6 Yongsen once had it.

That is, before he joined the Six Moscows, as a weird person who could see things that mortals could not see, he felt lonely that he was not accepted and understood.

At this moment, 6 Yongsen felt that he and the young monk in front of him seemed to have resonance, and he could magically feel the feelings in the heart of the monk, so he couldn't help but feel the mutual appreciation.

This feeling even continued to amplify in 6 Yongsen's heart, causing his nose to suddenly feel sore, and a few tears fell silently from the corners of his eyes.

Under the gaze of 6 Yongsen, the young monk sat upright on the camel's back, folded his hand behind him, and clenched his hands with the other. Under the worship of many people, he led a large group of white-robed travelers behind him and slowly walked into the city gate.

Then, they walked along the most spacious avenue in the ancient city and went straight to a spacious open space in the ancient city.

On this open space, hundreds of thick wooden stakes were nailed to the ground and spread around in a mysterious arrangement rule, forming a pattern similar to the sun's rays.

This arrangement and combination similar to the Tomb of the Sun is divided into several places, both of which are large and small, and are distributed in this wide square.

Moreover, there are many magical instruments of all sizes around these Sun Tombs. Judging from the appearance of the magical instruments, it seems to be to shock or sacrifice to the sun tombs, or the things buried under the sun tombs.

At this time, the young monk came to the sun tombs near these sun tombs, and jumped down from the camel's back and slowly walked to the front of his destination.

He raised his head and looked at the sky that had become tumultuous at some point, frowned slightly, and didn't know if he felt the storm was coming.

Immediately afterwards, the dark clouds that kept swelling in the sky were suddenly pierced, and then an extremely huge eye drilled out of the clouds and shot out a blood-red panic, heading straight to the ground, as if to connect with the sun tombs on the ground with this red light.

At this moment, among the residents watching around the Tomb of the Sun, a slight noise suddenly came to mind, and then the crowd was separated into a narrow path, and an old man in gorgeous clothes walked out of the path.

And behind the old man was a girl who was dressed in the same gorgeous clothes and had a veil covered her face.

The old and young slowly walked out of the crowd surrounded by crowds and came to the young monk. He treated the polite manner very respectfully, and then spoke a few words to the monk in a very strange and awkward language.

As soon as the old man finished speaking, the veiled woman beside her retelled in a language that 6 Yongsen could understand, saying, "Thank you, Mr. Yuan, the national teacher of the Tang Dynasty, who traveled thousands of miles to our small Western Regions to save my people. May my ethnic group be able to be peaceful under the protection of the Tang Dynasty!"

The young woman seemed to be the old man's translation, translating the old man's words one by one, but 6 Yongsen showed a detail here.

That is, although the woman was acting as a translator, between her words, 6 Yongsen showed the woman's eyes after the veil, and they were always placed on the eyes of the young monk, as if she knew this young monk.

Moreover, the eyes she showed when she spoke had nothing to do with what she said, as if they had stories that others didn't know.

However, the young monk ignored this detail and stepped forward a few steps forward, gently lifted the elderly king up, and stood in a position where the young woman could not see the eyes, as if he was deliberately avoiding the woman.

Then, the monk said with a serious expression, "Old king, such a strange sign of celestial phenomena is not a demon cholera, but a form of invasion of alien races. This disaster is not aimed at your peacock clan, but a disaster and catastrophe that the whole world faces together."

"This... is there a way to avoid it?" The old man looked shocked when he heard this and asked hurriedly.

"This is a catastrophe of heaven and earth, and there is no way to avoid it. In the urgent form at present, I cannot calculate this hexagram yet. However, if I try my best, I may push it back for more than a thousand years. If my secret of heaven remains in the world in a thousand years, then someone will definitely have to bear this important task.

But if my secret place cannot be passed on, then my current hexagram is probably the last hexagram…”
Chapter completed!