Forty Millenniums of Cultivation

“Fuck”!

The emergence of the Red Dragon Swallow Japanese War emblem accelerated the rhythm of the black sphere, and suddenly tens of thousands of nervous black filaments appeared on the surface, entering the armor of the "Golden Sun”.

The "Golden Sun" obviously employs crystal clear, seamless refining technology, even areas requiring flexible rotation of joints, can not see too obvious gaps, but once the black filament touches its surface, it is still like a stream pouring into the sea, disappearing without a trace, completely infiltrating and fusing.

From the depths of the "Golden Sun" spiritual palace, a slight echo was heard, “Yi”, a circle of black caves appeared around the chest armor, a large number of light gold flames gushed out of it, the chest armor slightly recessed inward, then lifted upwards.

Li Yao's heart beat accelerated to its limit, so he had to squeeze blood from his chest all the way to his brain and radiate it along his eyes.

The "Golden Sun” spiritual palace is empty, and there is no rider present, but carefully scanned, and there is a small body sitting in a small space.

Instead of having a slight sense of terror, this corpse, as if it had been stored in the Spiritual Palace for at least thousands of years, with a metallic texture of dried flesh and meat, revealed a faint golden glow, gives man an unparalleled sense of glory and superiority, like a golden casting demon.

It's smaller in shape than the average person sits down, either naturally or after death, the body evaporates and contracts.

It did not see any traces of armor or magic treasure. The only thing it could do was wear a Kun ring between its fingers. The ring was also engraved with the Red Dragon Swallow Japanese War emblem. However, on top of its head, it was nailed into nineteen steel nails thicker than its fingers. Each nail penetrated the skull and brain, and the nail tips clustered together deep in the brain.

“Soul nails? ”

Li Yao was surprised, as can be seen from the inscriptions on the nail cap, this is a very rare method used in ancient repair times, mainly to seal the soul, so that the spiritually powerful practitioner does not become a ghost after death to sneak around. Even, it can seal the soul in the rotten remains, and suffer the pain of life rather than death.

However, there are no signs of struggle within the Spiritual Palace of the "Golden Sun", nor does Li Yao believe in any existence, which can penetrate the spiritual nails into the minds of the "Golden Sun” 's masters.

Observing the posture of the corpse, the expression, though extremely painful, sat on the knee, five hearts to the heavens, but like the “sitting” of the righteous monk.

Are these nineteen soul nails all in his own head to seal his own soul and wait for the first line of life to come?

Li Yao deeply fought a cold war and raised a vigilance of 120,000 points.

Of course, if the other party really tries to find a "front-line chance” from him, he will not be afraid at all. Spirituality, usurpation and counter-assertion are his best areas!

Moreover, his instincts told Li Yao that this golden corpse in front of him had long cut off all viability, that even a cell, a string of minds no longer existed, could not pose a slight threat to him.

It's weird.

If the other party suffers inhuman suffering in order to preserve their own souls, how can they be extinguished within “just a few thousand years”?

You know, even an ordinary starship captain from the time of the Star Sea Empire, Captain Gao Xingzhi, whom Li Yao saw yesterday deep in the secret sea of silver beneath the Skeleton Dragon Star, could strip away his consciousness and memory layers and preserve the last wreck for nearly 10,000 years.

The masters of the “Golden Sun” or the “Holocaust of the End" could never be weaker than the captain of the Spark, could they?

Li Yao casts a puzzling gaze at the black sphere.

He needs Blackie to tell him the answer.

The black filament that the black sphere came out of, all swam over the head of the pale gold carcass, wrapped around the soul nail in a circle, and collected all the information from the outside world, including Li Yao's rise from the tomb of Fabao, and burst all the way into the whole process of becoming the first master of the Pangu universe, all flowing into the already dry and evaporated brain.

The golden corpse is still intact, Li Yao still can't sense the life breath of a star and a half, but the glow on the surface of the black sphere shines brighter and more intense. At times, another bunch of black crystal wire extends out, but extends to Li Yao.

This seems to be an invitation in good faith.

At least the other side did not forcibly invade his brain in an attempt to devour his spirit and will.

Li Yao shrinks for a moment, of course, he sees the risks involved, but he is in no way willing to question Xiao Black's goodwill, and the violent tide of beasts outside has turned upside down, and the mysterious "Tong Tian Tower” may also have a perishing crisis. Li Yao urgently needs answers from the owners of “Golden Sun” or “End of Life Havoc”, at least the path to finding answers.

Li Yao crossed his heart and ignored Lu Qingdu's cry, shooting the strongest of thoughts from deep into the soul root of the eyebrow, wrapped around the black crystal wire.

“Boom!”

Deep in Li Yao's head, a thunder exploded.

With the black sphere as the medium, he and the pale gold remains were built on a bridge of spirit.

Trance, fantasy and truth, the world around us is blurred and distorted, countless people flash, turning into overlapping flash trajectories, like what has happened in this "museum of prehistoric civilization” over the past 10,000 years, repeating itself in one second.

Forgive me for taking Li Yao's divine number as the cultivation and strange spirits from the earth, all of them can't help but breathe out such a huge flow of information.

Then he “saw" the pale golden remains across the street, slowly opening his eyes!

It's an extremely weird feeling.

The pale golden corpse obviously does not have half a breath of life, but its dry orbit deep shines a light that can be called “human emotion”, the seven colors of light flash through, Li Yao can clearly perceive the boundless superiority, the fierce fierce flame, the deep wisdom of the sea... twenty distinct and distinct human beings, even in the face of the vast ocean, such as the slightly dusty confusion.

With an influx of information, Li Yaoqian understood.

Indeed, the owner of the pale gold remains is dead, perhaps thousands of years.

Prior to his death, he refined his body into "vessels," storing countless spiritual brands as his inheritance - the equivalent of a database of flesh and blood.

However, his spiritual brand was so strong that it actually gave people a "lifelike” feeling. It was as if he took a photograph and the people in the photograph would disengage from the three-dimensional stereoscopic screen and congeal themselves out of the entity.

Even his liquid crystalline brain, which holds a large number of spiritual brands, has contaminated his breath for a long time, can slap a tyrannosaur, pale golden corpse is unmatched, can see a spot!

Looking at each other's brilliant eyes, Li Yao was thrilled to throw that seemingly stupid question first, but everyone would ask in this situation: “Are you… the ‘Emperor’? ”

The pale gold remains remained silent for a long time.

Of course, the remains of the living machine will not speak, but the spiritual imprint stored deep in the dry cells is quickly analyzed the identity of the questioner, the current situation, the external situation, after calculating it at super high speeds, to give the most appropriate response.

“The erosion of time is enough to destroy everything, the once glorious empire has long been ruined, even the land rebuilt on the ruins has been smoked out, the so-called ‘legendary emperor’, is nothing more than an absurd tale, a myth of comfort in a disintegrating chaotic universe, among those who tremble with Cerser between blood and darkness, as the group warms up. ”

Such ripples, along the black filament, directly into Li Yao's mind, as if the pale gold remains were talking.

“Moreover, in this mysterious and unpredictable ancient monument, dominated by hundreds of millions of years of dominion over the great powers of the ancient universe and the ruler of the peak civilization, the Nine Days and Tens of Thousands of Demons, reign here turned into a dead bone, a pile of weeds, a bush, even a mist, even though it is the 'emperor’ of human civilization, but only one of the moths of fire to follow. ”

The pale golden remains continued, "Time has passed too long and countless pieces of information have been lost. Your emperor, like the gods, has long gone ash and smoke. I am only his remains, his message, his branding, this ancient relic, or the keeper of the tomb of ‘civilization'. ”

“The Gravekeeper, the Gravekeeper...”

Li Yao ignored each other's identities, clamped his fists, and said eagerly, “Tell me what exactly is going on, what is the truth about the ruins of too ancient, why so many elites of ancient civilizations have fallen here, even countless ancient civilizations have been ruthlessly wiped out, and what is the situation outside the vicious tide of beasts, why are the flood civilizations killing each other, and why have they become such horrible beasts, what are they fighting for?

“And you, or your master, the true ‘emperor', where exactly did he come from, who did he come to look for in the ruins of Tai Ancient? His giant warrior, the Golden Sun, and the giant warrior of the Blood God, the End of the World, have all appeared here!

“Our civilization, your civilization, is in danger, I need answers, answers to all this! ”

“No answer. ”

The tomb keeper remained silent for a long time, sending such a response to Li Yao's mind through the black filament, “Or, you are the answer, the reason why 'Emperor' left this laboratory before dying, and the inheritance of a great deal of information, is to hope that the latter can continue along his path, find the final answer, solve the mystery that he could not solve until death... Me, us, who? ”