There was a hint of surprise in Zhuo Yifan's eyes, and he nodded repeatedly. It seemed that Anyan had really discovered something remarkable.
His treasure map was really priceless, but it was a pity that he was not blessed to enjoy it.
In fact, even if he were to find this place, he would probably die.
Without the devil's heart and the power of the soul, it would be impossible to move on this land.
This also explains why Qianji Ancestor can come and go freely in the eight secret realms.
Because the ancestors of Qianji also have a devil's heart.
Although it is unknown whether his devil's heart is an innate source treasure, it is undeniable that it is absolutely extremely powerful.
It is powerful enough to allow him to travel through the secret realm without hindrance.
If you put it this way, wouldn't this old bastard have almost discovered the treasure in this secret realm?
Zhuo Yifan suddenly felt like his treasure had been stolen.
He directly ignored that he was actually an outsider.
"You can hone your physical bodies here. This is a rare opportunity." Zhuo Yifan told his disciples, and at the same time, he did not hesitate to use his spiritual power to carve out a magic circle for them.
Although this magic circle is still a method used in the cultivation world, Zhuo Yifan was unique and added his own understanding of the rules of the Origin Clan's world into it.
Although his perception was very low and he could only simulate a few simple regular threads, adding the magic circle directly changed its quality.
Strictly speaking, a magic circle with a trace of original rules is no longer a magic circle. It can echo the rules of this world and extract the blessing of mysterious power.
Zhuo Yifan was stunned for a moment, then overjoyed.
He did not expect that after the magic circle started to operate, the source power in the void could be directly integrated into it.
This greatly reduces Zhuo Yifan's consumption. When the magic circle is fully operational, it is like a machine starting up, forming a perfect self-circulation. There is no need for Zhuo Yifan to continue to output precious and incomparable spiritual power.
Zhuo Yifan seemed to have some enlightenment and became more interested in the rules of the Yuan clan.
At the same time, he discovered that the rules of heaven and earth he realized on the Three Immortals Star were probably extremely mature original rules.
Because relatively speaking, the rules here are not at the same level at all, they are much simpler.
This huge stone door cannot be pushed open by strength alone, because there are several marks carved on it. Although they are simple, they contain the truth and are just magical threads of rules.
This kind of thread of rules is extremely complicated in the eyes of ordinary people. Even if they can sense it, if they dare to try to understand it, they will definitely suffer strong backlash.
Only the ancient races with demonic hearts can communicate through this. Even like Zhuo Yifan, they can directly use the power of the mind to materialize and see the thread rules as if they are substantial.
The hugeness of this castle is really shocking. Even if Tuoba Yeye and others come in, they are as small as children.
After being instructed by Zhuo Yifan, even Liu Meng and Shen Jiayi began to practice.
Who needs such a huge shelter?
Are the ancient Yuan tribe really a race of gods?
Zhuo Yifan's heart was full of doubts. The power of his mind simulated the regular threads on the giant door, and the devil's heart kept adjusting his breath. Soon, he was like an extension of the door, and the two breaths were one and the same, like a whole.
Zhuo Yifan smiled slightly, and in the midst of everyone's surprised eyes, he actually walked through the stone door directly.
After Zhuo Yifan's body blended into the door, he soon felt like a child returning to his mother's arms, feeling very comfortable and natural.
A voice seemed to be calling him, asking him to stay forever and become one.
But Zhuo Yifan smiled coldly, ripples swirled in his eyes, and powerful spiritual power was projected out.
The void in front of him suddenly burst open, like a film being forcibly torn apart, and Zhuo Yifan stepped out of the gap in one step.
"Hmph, you are just a low-level mind control person who wants to deal with me. You are so naive." Zhuo Yifan looked at the huge stone door with disdain.
On the stone gate, the simple patterns twisted for a while, like little tadpoles swimming, as if the whole pond came to life, and soon they gathered together to form a blurry human head.
The head squirmed, and a spiritual thought came over: "Who...are you? Why are you so powerful? My spiritual temptation cannot confuse you, this is absolutely impossible? Are you not a human race?"
Zhuo Yifan looked at the rock-like abstract face leisurely, and said with a smile: "You can try again."
"Ah you...you lied to me."
The man's face twisted and he roared angrily: "Who are you, and why can you swallow up the power of my faith? Are you... are you a devil?"
Zhuo Yifan was stunned for a moment, a little dumbfounded: "I really don't know which of the ancient Yuan clansmen who created you was a fool or a child, and he turned out to be so mentally retarded."
The man's face changed, and he seemed a little panicked. In his eyes, Zhuo Yifan was no longer food, but him, as if he had become Zhuo Yifan's food.
So looking at Zhuo Yifan, he was a little panicked.
This was the first time he had heard of a human being who could swallow the power of the soul.
"You use this low-level spiritual power to lure adventurers to come for adventure, but you absorb their souls and consciousness to grow. Over the years, many adventurers must have died at your hands!"
Zhuo Yifan looked at him coldly and said.
As early as when he landed, he felt the existence of this spirit body, like a poisonous snake waiting for an opportunity, hiding in the dark, ready to strike at any time.
Zhuo Yifan is not afraid of his attack, but there is something weird about this castle. This spirit can instantly enter some dangerous areas. In those areas, Zhuo Yifan's devil heart keeps warning, which is obviously very scary.
So Zhuo Yifan first pretended not to notice, and arranged for everyone to practice on the spot, and then used his own body as bait, which finally made the spirit body unable to bear it.
And Zhuo Yifan quietly cut off his retreat.
Zhuo Yifan's spiritual cultivation is much higher than that of this spirit body, and the Source Clan's trap formation he has arranged cannot be broken by the opponent at all.
This spirit body also realized its situation, so it was so panicked.
"Tell me about your origins. Don't try to get away with it. You should know that the power of our hearts is now connected. If you have any mood swings or tell lies, I will know it."
Zhuo Yifan looked at the big face on the stone door with great interest.
"As long as I tell you, will you let me go?"
"Hey, do you still know how to bargain? It depends on whether what you are talking about has any value." The initiative was in his own hands, and Zhuo Yifan naturally smiled very happily.
"What do you want to know?" The rock face stood out, like a stone statue, and he said stiffly: "I don't know much, and the secrets about the true God cannot be told."
Zhuo Yifan said disapprovingly: "Tell me about your origin first. Who is your master? Where did you come from? Why did you end up like this?"
"I have been here since I can remember. How do I know my origin?" The stone statue said aggrievedly: "At the beginning, I was just a hazy consciousness, and I don't know how many years it took before I gradually became independent. So your question does not concern me at all.
No answer."
Zhuo Yifan frowned and said, "Then what do you know?"
"I only know that there are many powerful beings in this space, and I must stay away from them." The stone statue actually showed a horrified look.