Zhuo Yifan firmly believes that the existence of these six altars must have its own significance.
This meaning is because sooner or later you will use the power contained in it!
No matter how absurd it is, he always believes that the altar was built by himself, and the power inside is also his own.
Then, all this must have its inevitable meaning.
For example, at a certain moment, I must use that vast power.
When do you need to use such vast power?
Zhuo Yifan didn't know, but he knew that that time would definitely come.
Although this also involves speculation, Zhuo Yifan's timeline has never been a straight line.
In other words, this is his reincarnation.
Those things that seem to have happened in reality are actually a distant and unknown future for Zhuo Yifan.
"Master God Envoy, all of us have tried, but we really can't make the stone tablet recognize its owner."
"If that's the case, then I'll try again!"
…
Enter the temple again.
At this moment, outside the temple, the temple warriors were standing ready, refusing to allow anyone except the clan leader and the envoy of the gods to enter.
"Master God Envoy, everything is up to you. These pills can help you restore your spiritual power."
The overlord showed a rare expression of solemnity, took out a bottle of elixir and handed it to Zhuo Yifan, looking at him expectantly, but had no intention of going in together.
Zhuo Yifan nodded: "Patriarch, I will try my best. During the recent period, please pay more attention to the patriarch and be careful of accidents."
The Overlord looked startled, but nodded, with a murderous intention flashing in his eyes.
Zhuo Yifan walked in.
There was no one in the Holy Land at this moment, and it was filled with a sense of desolation, just like when Zhuo Yifan entered the underground passage of Sanxian Star for the first time.
It's just that there are a lot of bones missing here.
But the coldness and depth are exactly the same, which makes people feel lonely, as if they have walked into the dust of history and are about to become a part of it.
Zhuo Yifan came to the altar.
The altar at this moment naturally no longer looks like an altar.
Gravel was scattered all over the ground, making it very messy.
The idol has turned into dust.
There is only one stone monument rising from the ground, as if it has been standing for hundreds of millions of years, full of a sense of history.
The traces of runes engraved on the stone tablet are like the work of an unqualified mason apprentice, so clumsy and so simple.
It's so clumsy that the lines are bent, and it's as simple as a child's graffiti.
But Zhuo Yifan knew that in fact all this was not simple.
Because, this is the text of rules.
One stroke at a time, these are the rules.
The rules of heaven and earth must be followed.
He stood in front of the stone tablet and remained silent. He did not use his spiritual power or divine sense to detect. He just watched and observed quietly with a pair of ordinary eyes.
Finally, he showed a smile, shook his head slightly, and uttered a few words: "The writing is really ugly."
Yes, in the text of the rules, this word is indeed a bit ugly.
But it does not affect its power.
Because this is the Heaven-Sealing Stone Monument!
It can suppress the entire Qingtian City and the Three Immortals!
But Zhuo Yifan has never understood the connection between Qingtian City, Three Immortals Star, and Netherworld Tower.
A stone tablet can actually control so many places.
And what’s going on with the space-time formation inside?
Zhuo Yifan really wanted to know, but he knew that there would be no answer here.
Sighing, he unfolded his spiritual power and slowly covered the stone tablet.
In fact, every elder has used this method, but their spiritual power disappeared without a trace after coming into contact with the stone tablet.
Zhuo Yifan is no exception.
The powerful spiritual power sank into the stone tablet, like a mud cow sinking into the sea, without causing any waves.
Zhuo Yifan didn't care and continued to channel his spiritual power.
Soon, Zhuo Yifan felt that his spiritual power was almost exhausted. He took his time, sat cross-legged, and took out the elixir given by the patriarch.
A smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Haha, it turns out that this is the magical elixir that restores the spiritual power of the soul, and it contains the power of faith. I should have thought of it a long time ago, there is nothing in this world that can be more pure and pure than the power of faith.
Fits the soul?”
Zhuo Yifan did not swallow it in a hurry, but studied it carefully.
For him, as long as he figured out the ingredients of the elixir, everything would be no problem.
With his alchemy skills, it is very easy to copy the same blood elixir.
That's right, these elixirs are condensed using the method of condensing blood elixirs.
But what Zhuo Yifan couldn't figure out was how they condensed the ethereal power of [Power of Faith] into elixirs in this era.
This must be the biggest secret of the spiritual master.
Zhuo Yifan hasn't asked yet, he is not sure whether the clan leader will tell him.
But he asked Ba Cheng and Ba Shan.
The answers the two told Zhuo Yifan did not satisfy Zhuo Yifan.
They say that this is a gift from God that can only appear at a specific time and the output is very, very small.
It is also the biggest secret held by the clan leader.
In other words, in the entire Hegemon clan, only each clan leader knows where this elixir comes from and how it is formed.
This is the biggest secret of being a clan leader. Even if Zhuo Yifan is a divine messenger, he cannot force the clan leader to reveal it.
But Zhuo Yifan now understands the secret of this true elixir.
Zhuo Yifan was exposed to the power of faith early on.
He even has many followers.
There are fifty million people in Qingtian City.
Fifty thousand Yuan clan warriors.
As well as many disciples of [Tianyao Sect].
They generate the power of faith all the time.
However, it is unknown how to transform this power of faith into a physical elixir and use it to replenish spiritual power.
After Zhuo Yifan studied for a while, he calmly put away the elixir and did not take it. Instead, he picked up the [Soul-Eating Staff].
The soul-eating staff contains powerful spiritual power, which Zhuo Yifan usually stores inside for emergencies.
And now, it seems that the time has come to use it.
A large amount of spiritual power was injected into the stone tablet again through Zhuo Yifan.
The stone tablet is like a bottomless pit, absorbing everything but not changing at all.
Anyone who encounters this situation will probably give up.
Even the slightest fluctuation or change in the stone tablet can make people continue.
However, the stone tablet remained unchanged.
After absorbing all the spiritual power of the eight elders and Ba Di, the stone tablet has not changed at all. Now it is equivalent to absorbing the spiritual power of three Zhuo Yifan, and there is still no change.
Zhuo Yifan was not in a hurry at all. After the spiritual power was consumed, he meditated again to absorb the divine power stored in the staff, and the cycle started again.
Time passes slowly.
Ten days have passed since Zhuo Yifan entered the temple.
The patriarch, Ba Zun, had been waiting outside. He was full of confidence at the beginning, but after three days, his brows began to frown.
Five days later, he sighed at least eighteen times a day.
Seven days later, he turned around and left sadly, never to come back again.