A few minutes later, Yang Di stood under the gate of the ancient city and felt more and more how majestic the ancient city was. The city gate alone was more than ten meters high.
However, everywhere around was a dead silence, desolation and loneliness, like an isolated place that had experienced vicissitudes of life in the wind and sand.
Whoosh!
Yang Di pushed open the city gate that was not showing signs of aging. As soon as the door opened, several objects tied with ropes hung from the city wall, which shocked Yang Di.
Then he took a closer look, and then he gasped. Those things that were tied to ropes and hung up turned out to be...skeletons!
This was so scary. It instantly gave this desolate and mysterious ancient city a sense of mystery. It made Yang Di's spine shiver and the hairs on his hair stood up.
He looked at the few skeletons in horror, feeling more and more horrified. They looked too much like the prisoners in the story who were killed and then hung on the city gate for public display.
This is undoubtedly a cruel method. It not only kills people, but also humiliates the dead people.
More importantly, it is a strong psychological intimidation to strangers passing by. As a monk, Yang Di was scared just now.
However, those dozens of skeletons had long since decayed, leaving only piles of white bones swaying in the wind and sand, making sharp creaking sounds.
Yang Di calmed down his emotions. Although it was very strange here, such a scene would not make him retreat in fear.
Things in the world of cultivation are originally full of mystery and weirdness. For monks, gods and ghosts are not respectable or fearful. The strong are respected, and everything else is false.
Yang Di didn't know who killed these dozen people and hung them on the city gate, but when he came here, he just wanted to find good fortune.
Quietly detecting his spiritual will, Yang Di sensed it and couldn't help frowning: "There are two leaders who died here in such a miserable way..."
There are more than a dozen sets of skeletons, and there is a faint fairy charm between two of them. According to Yang Di's previous experience, these two people should also be the leaders in the past.
This further proves that those leaders who entered the secret realm in the past and did not return did not necessarily stay in the secret realm voluntarily.
Some people are already in trouble, such as the two people in front of them. During the exploration of the secret realm, they not only failed to become stronger, but instead remained here forever, which is sad.
Suddenly, Yang Di felt a little heavy, and he wanted to make himself stronger even more. He didn't want to die, but he couldn't die either.
Although some of the former leaders met with bad luck, Yang Di believed that he could walk on it step by step.
Although there were more than a dozen skeletons hanging there, which made people panic, but out of respect for the deceased, Yang Di did not take action to sweep them down. Instead, he bit the bullet and walked through.
But not far after entering the city, there seemed to be a tall obstacle in the middle of the main street ahead.
Yang Di stepped forward cautiously, and then he saw that it was a tall stone monument standing in the wind and sand.
There were also many ancient texts engraved on it. Yang Di read it carefully, and the more he read, the more frightened he became!
The stone tablet introduces that this ancient city in the wind and sand is actually called the City of Life and Death. This name makes people feel scared.
Moreover, the stone tablet clearly stated that anyone who enters this city will have one chance to turn back. Yang Di turned around and left now without any threat.
But if he insists on moving forward, as long as he passes through this monument of life and death, then his next fate will need to be fought for by himself.
There is no luck or draw, you can only get out alive, or die here and be mercilessly killed by the city's defenders. Like the dozens of skeletons before, they hang on the city wall, accompanying them with the wind and sand and the years of bitter silence.
Until the day this ancient city is destroyed, they will be buried together.
"I'll stop you, do you want to be so serious?" Yang Di's scalp was numb, and he felt that the words on the stone tablet were too scary.
For a modern man like him, life and death are constantly at stake, which is indeed cruel and heavy.
But the stone tablet also says that there is no third option, either give up and leave, or perish here.
And if you insist on moving forward, a patch of fairy flowers will wither. Of course, if you die in the city in the end, there will be nothing left.
Other than that, there aren't many hints on the stone tablet, which is quite a scam.
Yang Di hesitated for a moment. If he said he was not afraid at this moment, it must be false. Although Yang Di was very confident, he was not blind. This was a relic of the ancient times and must have been born according to the standards of that glorious era.
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Nowadays, he is definitely the number one figure among his peers, but if placed in the long history of cultivation, he may be insignificant.
"Based on the previous situation, this kind of test also has different levels of difficulty. I'll go in first and check the situation. At worst, it should be no problem to pass the simplest level..." Yang Di thought for a while and finally decided.
Still have to check it out.
Having already come here, being scared off is a bit of a shock.
With the decision made, Yang Di gritted his teeth and strode forward. The moment he passed the stone monument, a patch of fairy flowers withered.
This kind of thing is really precious. With his understanding of the secret world, Yang Di already knows that apart from leaders like them, the natives in the secret realm do have ways to enter these mysterious areas.
However, according to Xuelin's cool tone, the so-called ancient extraordinary things are very rare and extremely difficult to obtain.
This shows how precious the opportunity to come here is. Perhaps, in the eyes of ancient monks, life and death are also an important part of experience. If you want to reach the top, you must have fearless courage...
After passing the stone monument and walking on the ancient streets for a long time, Yang Di became increasingly cold. The atmosphere in this lonely and desolate dead city was really depressing.
If it weren't for the monks, even if they moved the archaeologists here, they would probably be scared to death. There were faint cries echoing in the surrounding wind and sand, which was really scary.
Gradually, the main street came to an end. Then, what made Yang Di dizzy was that fifteen forks appeared in front of him at the same time.
Every fork in the road led to a deep and dark street. Although Yang Di couldn't guess what was there, he vaguely realized that this should be the test level.
After careful observation, Yang Di's eyes narrowed and he discovered that there were a bunch of eye-catching signs beside the fifteen intersections.
From left to right, there is one skull placed in front of the first street intersection, two in front of the second street, three in front of the third street...and so on, quite regularly.
Even a fool knows what this means. Yang Di said with a dark face: "Do you want to be so straightforward?"
Skulls, at any time, seem to symbolize death. The number of skulls in different grades in front of the fifteen streets obviously indicates the degree of death threat leading to them.
In front of the last street on the right, fifteen skulls were piled up in the shape of a hill. The sunken pupils of those skulls were filled with black gas, like signs leading to hell.
Yang Di suddenly felt a little scared, and more importantly, he was in trouble. Now there was another choice. There were fifteen entrances, and he needed to find at least one to go forward.
The degree of death threat is already clear, but Yang Di is not sure about the specific difficulty. The opportunity here must be closely related to the difficulty of passing the level. To be on the safe side, taking the first path on the left is indeed the most appropriate, but Yang Di is reluctant to waste it easily.
A piece of fairy flower.
"Don't be greedy, you brat. This place is very murderous and it's not easy. Everything must be done with the premise of ensuring your life. For safety reasons, you would rather lower your expectations than be exposed to terrible dangers!" The ancestor of Yiqilu seemed to be the same way.
Sensing the strangeness here, he warned seriously: "With your ability, you are not yet able to overtake the ancients. You yourself also experienced the last time. The last golden arena, with your current ability, is simply not possible."
Chance!"
"Yeah." Yang Di gasped and nodded. The last time he passed the last level, he didn't pass it head-on. It was only because he accidentally awakened the vague consciousness of the golden figure that he managed to survive to the end by luck.
Yang Di doesn't think he can encounter the same luck easily. The key point is that last time he couldn't hold on in the ring, so he could step down and give up. But this ancient city is so weird and terrifying. If he is greedy, he might even quit midway.
The chances are gone.
Immediately, Yang Di did not make a hasty decision. He held his breath and concentrated, trying his best to use his spiritual mind to perceive, and roughly analyze the situation through the murderous aura in each deep street.
This move indeed has some effect. The depth of murderous aura in each street is quite different. The ones on the left are better, but when it comes to the last few on the right, Yang Di can clearly feel the cold murderous aura.
It's like gods and demons dancing wildly, making people shudder.
After thinking carefully, Yang Di simply made a compromise and chose to walk towards the seventh entrance. This choice may be a bit difficult, but it is relatively safe.
The last time in the seventh golden arena, Yang Di encountered a lot of trouble after going up, but he could barely kill all the lights and shadows. After that, he couldn't do it anymore, and he could only try to hold on until the end of time...
After crossing the seven skulls and entering the seventh street, Yang Di shuttled between the deserted buildings, stepping on the mottled bluestone slabs, and every step felt a little heavy.
After coming in, he sensed that no fairy flowers had fallen. After careful consideration, Yang Di realized that this link should have been executed when crossing the stone monument.
This further confirms what is said on the stone tablet. Once you walk in, there is no turning back.
After advancing several hundred meters, on the bluestone floor ahead, a conspicuous long line of red paint stretched across the street.
There was a flag on one side with three ancient Chinese characters on it. After Yang Di felt it, he felt a little awe-inspiring.
Line of life and death!
Very straightforward meaning.
However, Yang Di also realized a problem now. He was a little fussed just now. That line is the choice. Although these streets are eerie and weird, at least you can come in and take a look at the situation.
It was estimated that when he turned around now, he could choose another street. To confirm this, Yang Di sharpened his knife and quickly ran back to the starting point of the fork in the road.