The shadow is black and long, and is as thin as a paper wing when viewed from the side.
"child."
They were chanting incessantly, but Yuan Xin shook them off.
The group of phantoms all dispersed, only spinning around him in circles tirelessly.
This is an empty but dilapidated underground palace. Yuan Xinsui came here in response to the call. After arriving, before he had time to lament the dilapidation of the place, he was surrounded by these phantoms.
But his extremely strong mental power allowed him to see at a glance that these were not real living people.
But it is just a piece of spiritual consciousness left by the predecessors.
Even though he didn't know what was going on at first, he figured it out after looking at the imprints of divine consciousness left behind.
He is a member of the Xian clan.
Yuan Xinsui wiped away the thick dust on the wall, revealing a bit of strange color underneath, which was the unique writing of their clan.
The words "Yunding Hall" are written on it.
I guess this is the name of the outer hall of this underground palace.
"Child, come here, come here." Those shadows surrounded him.
He kept extending his thin shadow hand to greet him.
Yuan Xin's broken nose was filled with the smell of decay, dampness and mold, mixed with the damp dust in the air. He followed the guidance of these shadows to an inner room in the devastated underground palace.
The inner room was messy but clearly showed signs of being looted.
Every trace in the underground palace is like a silent groan of pain after seeing the light of day again.
Almost all the belongings of the Xian clan have been robbed.
Thinking that this place was the former base camp of the Xian clan, Yuan Xinsui was not surprised. After all, the Tiandao tree, as a child tree, was once separated from the mother tree, but it was just a part that was separated. It is quite normal to have something to do with this place.
Yes, the mother tree territory is the birthplace of everything.
I just didn't expect to lose like this.
There are so few people in the Xian clan now that you can really count them with one hand. When we were in Wanyu, there were still some old people left, but those people were already old at that time, and they were supported by him.
Later, Wanyu was massacred, and the Zerg tribe caused chaos again, and more and more people died.
There aren't many left that he can take with him.
"Come on, I'm just waiting for you, kid."
"Open it, open it."
They kept repeating and repeating. Their stubbornness and long-term persistence did not know how long they had waited.
Yuan Xinsui let out a slight breath, and suddenly felt great sadness in his heart.
He pressed his temples, feeling the constant stinging pain from the spiritual palace. It was the sorrow and joy of these people that also affected him.
The phantoms pushed out a huge box. The box was shabby and empty. It was obviously a box that had been robbed. I don't know why these phantoms pushed an empty box over.
"Blood dripping up, dripping up!"
The shadows became visibly agitated.
Yuan Xinsui did not hesitate. Hearing this, he immediately cut his palm with a knife, and drops of hot blood splashed on the box.
Thousands of rays of light suddenly bloomed in front of my eyes.
One formation after another emerged from the ground.
Finally, they gathered into countless threads and landed on the empty wooden box.
The wooden box suddenly trembled, opening and closing like a mouth, spitting out ancient books one after another.
There is also a letter in it.
The letters were not sealed and it could be seen that they were left in a hurry. There were even a few bloody fingerprints printed on the corners.
"This is……"
Yuan Xin's eyes moved slightly, and he opened the letter neatly. After reading it carefully, he knew what these things were.
The Xian clan is born to be easily coveted by some crooked people. After all, they are full of treasures.
God's preference for the Xian clan seemed to have stopped at a certain moment.
This clan is gradually declining. When it was strong, people who came to ask for a drop of blood from the clan were polite. After it declined, it was like a fat sheep without a fence to protect it. Whether it is the Zerg or the human race,
Regardless of whether they are demons or not, there are people with evil intentions.
Slowly the Xian clan was eaten away.
At that time, the head of the Xian clan felt that this was not going to work, so he sent the last clan member to an inconspicuous Zishu territory, thinking that he could still preserve some of his bloodline.
"It seems we are the ones in District Four." Yuan Xinzui murmured.
Then look down.
But his ancestors didn't mention anything about the territory of the Mother Tree.
Perhaps it was because they had been surviving in the fourth district for generations, and it was difficult to survive even in the fourth district, not to mention the mother tree territory. Those old people no longer mentioned it, and some records have also disappeared in the long river of time.
For example, many people nowadays, let alone the eighteenth generation, even those living in the great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-grandfather's area, do not even know who his great-grandfather was. It is even less clear whether their ancestors were ever developed.
But these are not the most important.
The tribesmen at that time took away some of the documents, but the offensive was so fierce that they did not have time to take away the most important things.
At that time, the ancestors of the Xian clan who stayed in the territory to attract firepower used their best spiritual power to hide many spiritual secrets.
Perhaps some were looted.
But looking at the situation today, it seems that the most important ones were not taken away.
Yuan Xinsui picked up the books of secrets on the ground.
It seems that most of them are used to cultivate spiritual power.
He had long been surprised that in the mother tree territory, the territories of all clans were clearly defined, but there was no one who was good at cultivating spiritual power.
Now it is understood that the Xian clan, which was the best at spiritual power in the past, has long since withered away, and their clan has the best method of cultivating spiritual power.
He just flipped through it and saw a few words written on it.
"The demon element is born special, and only demons can cultivate it."
"And the spiritual power is trapped by the Spirit Gathering Platform, so it is destined to become more and more difficult to practice in the future."
"Only with spiritual power, the heavenly palace is boundless and is an invisible realm. If you study this way seriously, you will be stronger tomorrow. The strong will become stronger, and the future is unlimited."
Why did Yin Nian want to break the Spirit Gathering Platform?
It’s because I feel that it becomes more and more difficult in the later stages of cultivation.
The Juling Terrace is both protection and confinement.
Why do these people in the Mother Tree Territory need Sheng Sheng Mo? Sheng Sheng Mo can raise their talent limit again and again and shorten the disadvantages caused by the Soul Gathering Platform. This is the most important thing.
Unexpectedly, some of the ideas of the ancestors of the Xian clan would coincide with what Yin Nian had thought before over thousands of years.
Below are some methods for Xian people to cultivate their spiritual power.
These methods...
Yuan Xinsui narrowed his eyes and looked over carefully.
"Don't be afraid of hardship, don't be afraid of hardship!" Those phantoms chanted again.
They had been waiting for a long time, hoping that the Xian clan would regain its vitality in the Zishu territory and come back to strengthen the race.
Unexpectedly, the Xian clan went to the Fourth District and Ten Thousand Realms, and their flesh and bones were destined to attract people's jealousy. It was not a crime for ordinary people to harbor a jade.
Yuan Xin's biological parents died early.
People of this clan seem to have a particularly difficult life.
He can live to this day without becoming someone's medicine for alchemy. Perhaps it is because of his talent that the East District raised him and hoped that he would work for the East District.
Right and wrong, now it is hard to tell what is right or wrong, and it is difficult to find out the reasons.
but!
Yuan Xinsui pinched these books hard.
Without strength, even if you disappear quietly in this world, no one will care.