Everything around was filled with a smell of desolation.

"Is this Zu Cliff?"

Under the leadership of the old mansion, Wang Teng came here with a little surprise. It was indeed too dilapidated. There was a thatched hut that was about to collapse, which was covered with spider webs and was even weathered. There were also several dead old trees, rooted there crookedly, with cracked bark and rotten inside. The ground was overgrown with weeds and thorns everywhere. There were even some hares, roe deer and other small beasts running around, looking very desolate.

"Yes, can you feel the kind of Taoist rhyme that exists in the dark?"

The old mansion owner looked around, and a look of admiration appeared in his eyes. In the minds of all the later generations of the Tianxing Martial Arts Mansion, the ancestor was a person of faith. When the ancestor was shining and hot, his reputation in the universe was so loud that even the Zhuque Gate was trembling.

Unfortunately, the environment in the God Realm is difficult to restore the grand occasion of the past. Later generations are becoming increasingly dying. It is very difficult for a powerful person in the God Realm to appear, and it is impossible to compare with the end of the Xutian Age.

Now there is only the great ancient world and the grand occasion of that era.

"Daoyun?"

Wang Teng frowned slightly, and the extremely powerful soul power in his eyebrows began to rush wildly, like an invisible net, covering this small ancient cliff with deep sensing.

Now Wang Teng's power of the soul is already very powerful, much more powerful than ordinary soul towers.

Unfortunately, after this sensing, about a quarter of an hour, Wang Teng couldn't help but open his eyes blankly and shook his head dejectedly. Except for feeling an old and crooked aura here, he did not notice any special Taoist rhyme.

Seeing this, the old mansion master's lips moved and couldn't help but smile bitterly. In fact, when he brought Wang Teng here, he was a little confused. It was indeed extremely difficult to realize the Taoist rhyme left by the ancestor here. Even many mansion masters of their lineage could not do it. Wang Teng, an outsider, was even a genius, but his cultivation skills were different, and it was indeed unrealistic to do it.

If Wang Teng cannot gain anything, his strength will be improved even if he relies on those spiritual medicines, and it will be very limited. If the revenge of the Zhuque Sect comes, then the fate of their Tianxing Martial Arts Mansion will still be worrying.

This made him feel a little worried.

"I'll try to understand it here first."

Wang Teng seemed to notice the old mansion owner's worries, smiled gently, and bowed.

Even if there are really some Taoist rhymes, it is obviously unrealistic to think about them easily.

Giving him time may not necessarily not be able to find clues.

"All right."

The old mansion master sighed lightly and nodded. Now Wang Teng is the only hope for their Tianxing Martial Arts Mansion, and he can only place it here. After saying that, he could only walk old steps and leave here. His back was under the setting sun, and there was a scent of hunchback and dusk air.

Looking at this back, Wang Teng couldn't help but shake his head. Now An Sheng is the new owner of the Tianxing Martial Arts Mansion. As An Sheng's father, he naturally could not watch the Tianxing Martial Arts Mansion suffer from disasters, so he clenched his fists. Even if the revenge of the Zhuque Sect was fierce and powerful, they would hold on for the Tianxing Martial Arts Mansion.

Sure! He let out a light breath, Wang Teng slowly suppressed these emotions, and then he no longer thought about it, began to sit down cross-leggedly, continued to use his soul power, and explore frantically.

There was no effect on the first day! It was still the same the next day.

Day 3.

Day 4.

As time passed, Wang Teng didn't realize a trace of it for ten days. Even if Wang Teng had already been extremely calm, he couldn't help but feel a little anxious and pondered in secret. This was not a joke between the ancestor of Tianxing Martial Arts Mansion and later generations. There was no Taoist rhyme here, and there was not even a big fuck. After this exploration, he had even explored the soil, stone cliffs, grass and trees, without any discovery.

This made him doubt the authenticity of the existence of Daoyun.

"It is normal that you can't explore like this. Generally, what the Tao rhyme left by real masters requires is to use the "heart" to understand, and the soul's perception has fallen behind."

This is the voice of the Great Underworld Heavenly Lord, which sounded like a muffled thunder in Wang Teng's ears.

Wang Teng was slightly stunned, stopped exploring for the time being, and said in surprise: "See with your heart?"

"Yes, go and feel the nature of this small world. Just imagine, if you were the ancestor of Tianxing Martial Arts Mansion at that time, and you would be in a state of mind if you would sit cross-legged here. Find a breakthrough from here, and you might be able to discover the secret."

The Great Ming Tianzun chuckled. He was also a strong man of this level. He naturally understood that if he used the soul to explore it, it would be difficult to find the problem even if he gave Wang Teng a thousand years. "Mindness" and soul are two different dimensions.

“It makes sense!”

A light flashed through Wang Teng's eyes. The words of the Great Ming Tianzun really made him enlightened and suddenly enlightened. Then he slowly opened his eyes, sat cross-legged on the top of the cliff, and looked at the mountain gate base of the Tianxing Martial Arts Mansion. The mountains are majestic and the Linghu is magnificent. The stars are shining like diamonds, like paintings.

He began to feel the wind, the clouds, the fog, the stars and the meteorites, and it turned into one of the pictures to deduce the deepest "reason" of the universe's movement in the dark. After this deduction, Wang Teng did discover that he had never felt some pictures in the past, as if he looked at the universe from another perspective.

Suddenly, everything in front of Wang Teng changed. The entire universe and time seemed to have become a special world outlined by "Tao Trace". The first day of the first lunar month looked ordinary and there was no rule. However, if you carefully understand it, you can realize that the great way is profound, the sound is silent, and the invisible supreme truth of the elephant. Wang Teng felt that his state of mind was much more evident.

Then the picture changed again, like a mirror and a water moon. The world in front of Wang Teng became slightly hazy. He saw a cliff, exactly like him sitting cross-legged. Under the setting sun, it seemed to be dyed with a layer of blood, filled with desolation.

An old figure, wearing a Taoist robe, wearing a wooden hairpin, and holding a whisk, sat cross-legged, watching the starry sky in the universe for many years, the stars shifted, the sun rose and the moon fell, the four seasons of spring, summer, autumn and winter, constantly alternating, and finally, after a while, the old man seemed to have become petrified, stretching out extremely withered, already covered with thick wind and frost fingers. He drew a word "一" in front of him. In an instant, the chaos overflowed, and the light of Hongmeng was vast, as if it was opening up an unknown mysterious world, with a terrible aura that made ghosts cry and gods howl and the universe changed color.

Incomparably thick thunder clouds appeared in the sky, covering the entire universe, with a magnificent and grand scene.
Chapter completed!