Traveling through the heavens as a myth

Ning Yang passed out in a coma without knowing when, but the power of the world's origin still carried him to flee in the void at great speed.

...

In the void, I don't know the years.

A little light suddenly appeared in front of him, and then the light got bigger and bigger, gradually filling the field of vision.

The power of the world's origin carried Ning Yang, rushed into the light, and disappeared into the void.

...

Demon Realm, Ape Race Territory, Huaguo Mountain.

There are indeed flowers, fruits, and mountains, but the flowers are not bright, the fruits are not sweet, and the mountains are not high.

Sun Batian, the current elder of the ape clan, did not understand why the ancestor of the ape clan gave his territory such a name.

Is there anything special about it?

While muttering, Sun Batian paced to the outside of a "valley".

Looking at this "valley", Sun Batian raised his brows, how he looked at this "valley", how obstructive.

This is no wonder, because here is not a valley, but a mountain foot.

A certain generation of the patriarch of the ape clan didn't know what was going crazy, so he moved two hills from other places and created a "valley".

"Patriarch!"

"Patriarch!"

At the entrance of the valley, the two ape guards saw Sun Batian and hurriedly saluted him.

The valley is where the ancestral temple is one of the most important places for the ape tribe, so it needs to be guarded to prevent the Xiao Xiaoxiao from causing trouble and destruction.

"Don't be polite."

Sun Batian stopped muttering, waved his hand, and stepped into the valley.

The valley is not big, only a radius of one hundred zhangxu, no flowing springs and waterfalls, and no deep pools.

In the center of the valley, a temple stands alone.

The temple is built by huge stones, without any decoration, and extremely simple.

The boulders are pitted, full of traces of time and wind, giving people a feeling of vicissitudes and ancient times.

Sun Batian looked at the ancestral temple, and his heart gradually calmed down. The long years represented by the ancestral temple possessed the peculiar power to calm the mind.

Step on the stone steps of the ancestral temple and come to the interior of the ancestral temple.

There is no decoration here, no murals that tell stories, no pillars carved with dragons and phoenixes, and no ever-bright lights.

But people who come to the ancestral temple will not pay attention to these, because their attention will be taken away by things deep in the ancestral temple.

There is a stone platform there, the stone platform is only four or five feet high, which is worthy of Sun Batian's waist.

On the stone platform, there is a golden stick.

The stick is two feet long, with a golden hoop at each end, and the center is black.

However, if you look closely, it is not a stick, but a phantom of a stick!

"Sure enough, there is still no change?"

Sun Batian stared at the stick phantom on the stone platform for a long while, before finally sighing and turning around to leave.

This is what Sun Batian does every day.

The ancestors of the ape clan handed down an ancestral instruction. Every patriarch of the ape clan must check the status of the stick every day and wait for the day when the shadow of the stick changes.

It is said that the ape race was once extremely brilliant and prosperous, and was one of the most powerful races in the demon world.

And as long as the phantom of the stick in the ancestral temple changes, the ape race will rise again!

At least, that's what the last ape clan chief told Sun Batian.

However, as the long years passed, the patriarch of the ape clan changed from one term to another, but this stick phantom remained unchanged.

Today is just a repetition of countless days in the past.

Gradually, more and more ape people no longer believe in that ancestral motto.

At this moment, the shadow of the stick on the stone platform suddenly shined with golden light, and everything in the ancestral temple was painted golden!

The golden light even faintly penetrated the ancestral temple and dyed the valley with a layer of gold.

"Om"

With a hum, a spatial vortex suddenly appeared in the ancestral temple.

"Boom!"

A person fell from the space vortex and stirred up some dust.

"Ok?"

Sun Batian, who heard the sound, turned around abruptly, staring dumbly at the phantom of the golden stick and the man on the ground.

Chapter 239

Taking a few steps forward, carefully turning the man on the ground over, Sun Batian was stunned.

Although he had doubts when he saw that Ning Yang's body was obviously a human-style robe, when he saw Ning Yang's appearance, the doubt became affirmation.

The person in front of you is Human!

But how could a human race suddenly emerge from the ancestral temple?

Also, why does a human race resonate with the phantom of the stick in the ancestral temple?

According to legend, the owner of that stick was the greatest existence of the ape tribe before it moved to this demon world!

That great being has vast magical powers, boundless mana, and will never give in!

Although most of the deeds of that existence are untestable, it is said that the surname of the ape tribe originated from that existence.

However, since the stick phantom resonated with this human race, it must have recognized him, which means that the existence also recognized him.