Chapter 13071 The Most Powerful Person in the World
Chapter 13071 The Most Powerful Person in the World
Ling Xiao could clearly feel that his connection with the surrounding environment had become closer, as if the whole world was under his perception. This change gave him more confidence and composure when facing those potential terrorist threats.
With this newfound power, Ling Xiao carefully traveled through the depths of the mysterious area. With his keen intuition and superb skills, he successfully avoided those terrifying creatures. Along the way, he witnessed countless incredible scenes, but none of them could compare to the scene he was about to see.
When he finally reached the deepest part of the mysterious area, the scene before him made him gasp. He saw corpses everywhere, bones everywhere, as if this was an ancient battlefield, or the remains of a powerful force that had been destroyed. The air was filled with an indescribable sadness and despair, which made people feel cold.
What was even more shocking was that each of the magical weapons scattered on the ground exuded the aura of their former glory. They were swords, knives, or guns, and each of them had once been a sharp weapon in the hands of a strong man, witnessing countless life-and-death battles.
However, time is merciless, and even divine weapons above the Heavenly Venerable level cannot withstand the erosion of time. Today, they are either broken or decayed, losing their former luster and sharpness, and can only lie quietly in this ruin, telling the story of their past glory and today's loneliness.
Ling Xiao looked at this scene, and a complex emotion surged in his heart. He felt sorry for the fate of these magic weapons, but was also shocked to be able to witness such a historical relic with his own eyes.
He knows that although these magic weapons have lost their former power, the history and stories they carry are priceless treasures. And he will continue to move forward, explore more secrets of this mysterious area, and uncover more history that has been sealed by time.
"Ok?"
Ling Xiao's footsteps seemed particularly heavy and cautious after he stepped onto the desolate road paved with countless corpses. Every step seemed to be a dialogue with time, passing by the souls of the dead. This road was long and full of depression, and the air was filled with the breath of death, which made people involuntarily feel awe.
However, in this environment, a unique corpse attracted all his attention. This corpse seemed to have traveled from another time and space, standing there quietly, becoming a different color in this dead place.
Its hands were pressed tightly against the ancient and heavy door in front of it, its nails almost embedded in the crack of the door, revealing a kind of unwillingness and determination. The body did not decay like the other companions, but instead maintained a strange sense of freshness. Although the skin had lost its blood color, it was still tight and elastic, as if it had just fallen into an eternal sleep.
The most shocking thing is the pair of eyes. They are wide open. Although the pupils have lost focus, they seem to still be looking at some distant place, full of unfinished ambitions and endless regrets.
Such a scene made Ling Xiao stop in his tracks, with an indescribable emotion welling up in his heart - was it the feeling of fragility of life, or the curiosity about the identity of the unknown deceased?
He walked slowly around the body, his eyes lingering on every detail, trying to find a clue or answer. At this moment, his eyes were attracted by a piece of text on the nearby wall.
Those words, carved deep or shallow on the stone wall, are still clearly visible after years of baptism. They are written in an ancient and mysterious font, revealing the breath of an ancient civilization, as if whispering a forgotten history.
Ling Xiao approached the wall, his eyes focused and solemn. He read the words word by word, with complex emotions surging in his heart.
These words may be the key to solving the mystery of this strange corpse, and may also allow him to have a deeper understanding of the depths of this mysterious area. At this moment, he seemed to have some subtle connection with the past history and felt a resonance across time and space.
"This place is dark, and is locked with shocking demons. Do not open this door lightly, or disaster will come. We are all condemned by God, because of the deceit of the Holy Temple. The lies weave have trapped us into eternal damnation. The rest of us, once the top of the Great Zhen Dynasty, the most powerful warriors in the world, have now died here. Our ambitions have not been fulfilled, and we are filled with regret.
My relics are all the result of my life's hard work. I wish to give them to the chosen one, who will carry on my will, hold my sword, and rise at the dawn. I vow to expose the hypocrisy of the temple in broad daylight, and pay the blood debt with blood to comfort my soul in heaven.
I hope that those who come after me will remember this hatred and not let our sorrow repeat the same mistakes. The purpose of destroying the Holy Church is not for personal honor or disgrace, but for the people of the world. I want to restore order and restore order to the world. Although I am dead, my soul will not be extinguished, and my will will remain. I am willing to use your hands to eliminate all injustice in the world, and show my heroic qualities! "
After reading this text, Ling Xiao's heart seemed to be hit by a huge wave, and the shock he felt was beyond words.
He stared at the corpse in disbelief, with one thought echoing in his mind over and over again: the most powerful man of the former Dazhen Dynasty, the one who was revered as a myth in countless legends, would actually fall in the depths of this dark and mysterious area, ending his legendary career in such a tragic way.
Ling Xiao's thoughts were like fallen leaves in the wind, drifting unsteadily, yet they were tightly pulled by the tightly closed door.
His heart was filled with endless doubts and curiosity. What earth-shattering secret was hidden behind this door that required this powerful person to seal it at the cost of his life? Was it some kind of terrifying existence beyond imagination, or a stunning treasure that could change the world?
Thinking of this, Ling Xiao's eyes flashed with a burning light, which was a desire to explore the unknown and a desire for the relics of the strong. He knew very well that as the strongest man in the Dazhen Dynasty, his relics must be extraordinary and might contain secrets that could help him further improve his strength.
He looked around, and his eyes finally settled on the ancient box at the feet of the strong man. The box looked ordinary, but the faint traces of the holy pattern on it revealed its extraordinaryness.
Those holy patterns seemed to be marks from ancient times, recording a period of history that had been covered in dust by time. However, due to the long time, these holy patterns had become blurred and had lost their former glory and power.
But Ling Xiao did not give up. He knew the value behind these holy patterns. He approached the box carefully, and gently touched the worn holy patterns with his fingers, feeling the weak power they transmitted. His heart was filled with awe and expectation, as if he was about to uncover a dusty secret.
After careful observation and experimentation, Ling Xiao finally found a way to remove the holy patterns. With his extraordinary wisdom and keen insight, he removed those complex holy patterns one by one in just a few moments.












