As time went by, Song Yun could only browse the scene of Mo Lake. He wanted to take a deeper look, but was blocked by an invisible barrier.

"It seems that with my current level, I still cannot reach the point of 'understanding the past'."

However, because he personally experienced the battle of several northwest countries besieging Anxi, many scenes became clearer.

Song Yun began to review the story, studying the details of the beginning and end of the war to see if there was anything he had missed.

The escaped demon seemed to have escaped to Bai Xiang in the end.

Fifty years later, eleven sages surrounded and killed Song Yun, and Bai Xiang was among them.

Similarly, the Nine Fire Flame Dragon came to support and blocked the retreat. Bai Xiang and other Venerables were all killed. The history is surprisingly similar.

And the demon disappeared again.

But it doesn't matter, this demon has been completely locked. Whenever it appears in the future, Song Yun will be able to find it immediately, even outside Anxi City.

Even when Song Yun becomes stronger, he can actively search for and hunt him down.

His eyes shifted and fell on the Nine Fire Flame Dragon again.

"As a clone of the Nine Fire Flame Dragon, it can still maintain its full power for fifty years, which means that King Tang Jing may not be completely dead. He should have listened to my suggestion and prepared a means of resurrection."

"But where is this method?"

Song Yun thought for a moment and turned over his [Void Storage Box].

There is also a large box inside, which Nine Fire Flame Dragon took out from the royal tomb and gave it directly to him.

There are some artifacts symbolizing royal status inside, but there is nothing unusual about them.

The only thing that can hide information is the training notebook.

Song Yun looked through the handwritten notes of King Tang Jing again.

After careful consideration and research for a long time, I finally discovered the mystery hidden in it.

Some of them seemed to be nonsense. Song Yun originally thought that these were casually written practice notes. It was normal that they were not concise enough.

Now I can see the way.

These "nonsense" are clearly a metaphor for the siege of Anxi by many northwest countries.

After some more reasoning, I slowly deciphered the real message left by King Tang Jing:

It turned out that before King Tang Jing retreated to the royal mausoleum, he modified the "Soul Dividing Technique", permanently separated a remnant soul, sealed it secretly, and hid a large amount of treasures and inheritance.

Fearing that the Nine Fire Flame Dragon would be controlled by the devil in the future, King Tang Jing directly erased its memory.

Therefore, Jiuhuo Yanlong only knew that he should give the notes to "Song Qing", but he did not know that the key to resurrection was hidden in them.

The place where this remnant soul is sealed is not in the royal tomb, but in a small town north of Chang'an.

Fifty years later, Jing's army conquered Chang'an, which was already under Jing's control, but the secret was not exposed.

"Resurrecting King Tang Jing will help you fight against the demons and ghosts, which is good."

There will be one more card in the future, but Song Yun doesn't plan to use it now.

The timing is not right.

Five years ago, when he was still in the early stage of martial arts, without provoking anyone, eleven sages came to Anxi to kill him, and a rare "blood sacrifice calamity" occurred, forming a sure-kill situation.

This means that the control of demons and ghosts over the human world has almost reached its peak.

The "disobedient" human race strong men will never rise again, and will be killed in advance. There will never be anyone like King Tang Jing who almost unified the world.

Chaos and death will become an unchangeable state and will continue until the world's vitality is exhausted.

According to the predictions of the spirits of heaven and earth, in less than seventy years, this world will completely collapse and eventually be annihilated.

The past, present, and future are all gone, with no chance of recovery.

Therefore, Song Yun must be strong enough to return to the present and face all the demons and ghosts head-on.

Before that, he had to stay in Anxi in the past, accumulate strength, and prepare one trump card after another.

Song Yun took a deep breath and slowly stroked the bronze sword in his hand, "Come again!"

He stepped into the river of time again and felt the water flowing over his body.

The light and shadow are confusing, the water is noisy, everything becomes blurry, and then gradually becomes clear...

One hundred and thirty years ago, a century of troubled times had just begun.

This is the twentieth year after the fall of the Great Xia Dynasty. The emperor has long since died, and the Yangshen and martial arts immortals have become elusive and unattainable realms of gods.

However, the number of martial saints and ghost immortals is still very large, and they have established their own countries one after another and become the country's sages who enjoy the country's destiny.

Melee wars between the various countries were extremely frequent. Troops were being recruited and wars were going on everywhere.

The huge population that the Great Xia Dynasty had acquired after tens of thousands of years of operation had now begun to decline sharply.

In front of Song Yun's eyes, the chaotic scene gradually came to a standstill.

In the city of Anxi, the sky is filled with smoke and dust.

But it was not a war, but many civilians were busy building houses, paving roads and building streets.

Song Yun looked at the shape and arrangement of the houses from a distance and found them very familiar.

"Were the old houses where the veterans of Beiting lived a hundred years later built at this time?"

Looking around, I didn't see the familiar Mingguang Armor, nor did the Tang Dynasty's red triangular beast flag appear on the top of the city.

"I don't know if there is a Tang State yet or if there is a Beiting Army."

A lonely man appeared in the city and quickly attracted the attention of others.

Three peasants came over with shovels and asked, "Who are you? Where do you come from?"

With Song Yun's strength, it would be impossible for these ordinary people to see him if he wanted to.

He wanted to integrate into the environment as quickly as possible, so he deliberately stopped where he was. At this moment, he took out a few pieces of broken silver, shined them, and said with a smile:

"I got lost in the desert and ended up here. I plan to stay here for a few days. Is it possible to make it easier?"

The villagers observed this strange young man and saw that he was dressed in a simple white Gebu robe, spoke calmly and unhurriedly, and had no weapons on him. He did not look like a gangster, so they nodded and said:

"It's no problem to stay for a few days, but the conditions here in Anxi are difficult and not as good as those in the big cities in the Central Plains..."

"It doesn't matter, as long as you have a place to live." Song Yun waved his hand and motioned for a few people to take the money.

The three peasants grinned, but they didn't accept any money. "It's just a vacant space, so there's no need to collect money? What's this brother's name and where is he from?"

Song Yun: "Song Bai lived in no fixed place and did business everywhere."

The three of them were stunned for a moment and did not raise any suspicion. The world is now in chaos. Affected by the war, many people have no fixed place to live.

"Good businessman, our employer, the Gao family, is a wealthy businessman. They are already rich. The whole city has been taken over by them..."

These three civilians were honest and enthusiastic. They announced their names and took the initiative to chat with Song Yun.

One of them is called Liu Qi, and the other two are called Li Feng and Li Wu. They are two brothers, both young and strong.

The three of them still had to work at this time, and Song Yun was wandering aside, chatting from time to time to inquire about the current situation.

After chatting for a while, I realized that there was no Tang State in the world at this time, and the Beiting Army naturally did not appear.

Anxi, together with this desert, belongs to Xu State, a medium-sized country in the north.

But the imperial court of Xu State did not care about this deserted city. The real controller of Anxi, that is, the employers of these civilians, was the big family of the Gao family.

"Gao family?" Song Yun became interested. A family actually spent a lot of manpower and financial resources to build a city in a desolate place like Anxi. What did it want to do?

He was about to ask in detail when he heard some sounds in the distance and raised his eyebrows slightly.

"Trouble is coming."

It turned out that some other civilians saw the money in Song Yun's hand, thought that Liu Qi and the others had benefited, so they became jealous and complained.

"It's just a good time to test the details of the Gao family. Anyway, there is no venerable person in the city, so we are not afraid of being exposed for a while." Song Yun glanced at the [Real-time Map of Anxi] and pondered.

Not long after, a woman in brocade clothes came over with a cold face, holding a soft whip, and shouted softly:

"I asked you to work hard. I heard that you even started an inn business? Are you feeling itchy?"

As he spoke, he scanned the crowd and found Liu Qi and the others, glaring at them angrily.

Li Wu was the youngest, less than twenty years old, and the most violent. He said dissatisfiedly: "Who is in the inn business? When someone wants to stay, it's just a convenience, and you have to take care of it?"

"You dare to talk back? We pay you to do the work. If you don't want to do it, get out!"
Chapter completed!