Ji Yuan's mind is in the void, the Emperor's Dao map is shaking like waves, and the Dao Yun is burning.

By following the iron seal of the True Monarch of the Wenbu Department, tracing a ray of energy seems to go back to the faint years before several calamities.

Three souls and seven souls, condensed into the mind!

In a trance, spanning eternity!

I don’t know how much time passed, but Ji Yuan seemed to wake up and suddenly raised his head.

With a startling glance, my eyes jumped, as if I had come to another world.

Endless swarms of inspiration are like a vast ocean, nourishing the soul all the time.

Just like thousands of golden lights rolling red neon, thousands of auspicious energy spraying purple mist!

It’s almost like the legendary fairyland!

But I saw that majestic and huge portal, dark green and made of colored glaze; bright and bright, made of spiritual jade.

Below it, there are dozens of marshals holding the sky on both sides, supporting the pillars and supporting the pillars;

There are more than a dozen golden-armored gods standing around, each holding a halberd, a whip, and a sword!

Several large pillars are wrapped with golden-scaled sun-dazzling red-bearded dragons;

Several long bridges are flying, with colorful feathers flying and red-crested phoenixes hovering in the sky.

If you look inside again, you can vaguely see a palace with gold-swallowing beasts on the ridge, and a palace with jade unicorns on the pillars.

On the birthday stage, there are famous flowers that have lasted for thousands of years;

Beside the medicine refining furnace, there are thousands of evergreen embroidered grasses.

In the blink of an eye, Ji Yuan's mind drifted and moved with the wind.

Then he arrived in front of the pilgrimage building, wearing crimson gauze and shining stars;

Hibiscus crown, golden jade.

Jade hairpin, beads and shoes, purple ribbon and gold medal.

The golden bell struck, and the three Cao gods entered Danqi;

When the heavenly drum beats, all the saints come to visit the Jade Emperor.

"Is the ancient heaven so majestic?"

Ji Yuan seemed to be in a dream, his mind was racing, and he could not distinguish between illusion and reality.

The heavenly soldiers and generals guarding the Nantian Gate and the fairies in crimson clothes who collect herbs and water the flowers look lifelike and radiant.

But he turned a blind eye and let him walk around.

"In the clouds in the far distance, there seems to be a huge golden tower that covers the sky and the earth..."

Ji Yuan raised his head and saw the vast spiritual energy blending into the void, encompassing all the heavens in the ten directions.

Looking from a distance, on the copper-colored plaque, there are four big characters "Lingxiao Palace" shining brightly.

Like thunder and lightning, full of spirituality!

"Compared to the seven words I used to break stones into monuments and imprint my thoughts,

Lingxiao Palace is called Bifengzangshen, and it seems that it can truly give birth to a god!"

Ji Yuan couldn't help but want to try hard to copy that majestic divine will.

But it's like using a small spoon to scoop out a big river, it's unsustainable.

He knew that this was because he was not good at practicing.

Even a ninth-grade ghost immortal who breaks the barrier of life and death may not be able to refine the spirit within it.

"It is said that Xuankong Temple has two great magical powers, the Mud Fei Sutra and the Heart Seal Sutra.

No words are recorded, but the void is imprinted. Every word is a Buddha, allowing people to suddenly understand the essence and put an end to worries!"

Ji Yuan knows very well that the most profound foundation of a holy land of martial arts like the Six True Traditions is the all-encompassing general outline of all methods.

This general outline is neither a book nor a brief introduction, nor a word nor a painting, but a charm that encompasses everything and elucidates the essence.

Even if you have mediocre qualifications, if you watch it day and night, ponder and understand it, you can still get one or two points.

"Just the four words 'Lingxiao Palace', the invisible charm that breeds gods, should not be inferior to the general outline of the six true traditions!"

While Ji Yuan was thinking, suddenly it was as if the sun and the moon were rotating, the stars were moving, and the sky began to change rapidly.

It's like the blink of an eye, the famous flowers that have lasted for thousands of years and the embroidered grass that has lasted for thousands of years, withered and turned into dust in an instant.

Immediately afterwards, it was like the burnt ashes of burned paper money, floating and falling suddenly.

Like a strange black snow.

Everything is decaying.

It’s as if it’s been rolled into a large millstone that covers the sky, and is being ground into powder!

In the far distance, the golden tower sitting in the clouds made a loud roar.

Its sound waves vibrate, crushing the void and resounding throughout the world!

Ten types of creatures were frightened by this, and they all felt terrified and uneasy.

"Leibu! Where is True Lord Ying Yuan?"

"Doube! Where is Lord Doumu?"

"Fire Department! Where is Lord Fire Dexing?"

"Ministry of Water, where is True Lord Shui De?"

"..."

One after another, panicked shouts echoed throughout the heavens.

But no one answered!

"Emperor of Heaven..."

"All gods are dead!"

"Raining blood across the sky!"

Ji Yuan witnessed this unprecedented great destruction that buried ancient history.

Really earth-shattering!

The universe is like a huge house with its beams and columns removed, collapsing indiscriminately in the violent turmoil!

The golden tower that stood high in the sky was the first to collapse, smashing a terrifying hole in the deep void.

Then it was torn to pieces by the violent inspiration, quickly disintegrated, and fell to the ruins of eternal silence before the ancient tribulation.

The terrifying aftermath swept through Xuanzhou, directly smashing the ancestral land into pieces!

Billions of living beings were extinguished in an instant.

"Before the calamity, there is no chance of survival! Comrades, why not give it a try!"

"The throne of the emperor is vacant. If we don't turn the tide, how can we have the dignity to call ourselves immortals again?!"

"Just kill it!"

"..."

The figures emitting infinite spiritual light swayed, exuding divine brilliance.

Like an immortal, like a Buddha, like a god or a devil!

Among them was a beautiful young man with three heads, nine eyes and eight arms, six feet tall, holding a purple flame pointed spear, and riding on two wheels of wind and fire, charging into the void...

There are also white-robed monks with their feet on the lotus platform. With their hands clasped together, thousands of golden lights melt away the ashes of endless calamities, like a lamp burning out, shining brightly for a moment...

There is also a Taoist wearing a lotus crown and carrying four ancient swords...

Either before or after them, they all finally chose to step into the void.

Every time an immortal, god, Buddha or demon walks in, it is like a big mountain falling on a flat lake, causing endless ripples.

"Before the ancient tribulation, was the heaven in such a state of decline?"

Ji Yuan's eyes were filled with shock, and he could hardly calm down.

Those immortals and Buddhas who exist in the myths of all realms and legends across the world are facing a calamity sweeping across the three realms.

Just like ordinary people who suffer from natural disasters, they are helpless.

Either fall like rain, or return to the void.

In the end, everything gets mixed up and everything is destroyed.

Turned into charred black ashes, like snow filling the universe.

Ji Yuan stood in the void, with no sky above his head and no ground beneath his feet, as if he was in a forest of tombs.
To be continued...