Chapter 169 The Secret of Ancient Tribulation
The Xumi Cauldron sank into the blood of Blackpool.
It has reached 20,000 feet underground in the mysterious Black Pool.
"Where are the bones of the fifth-level divine turtle, do you remember?" the woman in red asked.
"Senior, our Thousand Machine House was also drifting along the bloody water at that time. I really don't know where it is specifically." Henry Zhang said truthfully.
Feng Yuanshan sighed and said: "The Bloody Black Lake is very vast. It is not easy to find the bones of the fifth-level divine turtle."
Tie Sancheng looked at Kurosawa's bloody water outside and said, "This place is full of weirdness. It reminds me of a place."
Jin Buhuan on the side said: "Are you talking about the Bone Desert battlefield?"
Tie Sancheng nodded and said: "Yes, the same thing is that it erodes the spiritual power in the body. No matter how powerful the magical power is, it cannot be used."
Henry Zhang thought for a while and said: "Last time we sank into the blood of Blackpool, we also saw a few ancient sunken whales."
"Ancient Sunken Whale?!" Everyone was shocked.
"Did you read it wrong? Are you sure there is an ancient sunken whale in the blood water of Blackpool?" Feng Yuanshan asked in surprise.
"I'm sure that the whale's head is hundreds of feet high. It must be an ancient sunken whale."
"I didn't expect that the ancient sunken whale actually escaped the ancient catastrophe and lived until now." Feng Yuanshan sighed.
The woman in red said thoughtfully: "Is it possible that the Mysterious Blackpool was transformed into a huge ancient sunken whale, forming a world of its own to protect the younger generations and survive the ancient tribulations."
"Impossible," Feng Yuanshan shook his head and said, "The ancient calamities are so terrifying. The more powerful the race, the faster it will be exterminated."
After all, Henry Zhang was born in a remote place like Fairy Cat Valley, and his experience was not as good as the foundation building of these large sects. He asked doubtfully: "In the ancient tribulations, why did the stronger the people, the faster they became extinct?"
Feng Yuanshan glanced at Henry Zhang. There was nothing to do in this Sumeru Cauldron, so he didn't mind saying a few words to Henry Zhang.
"When the ancient calamity comes, the avenues collapse, the spiritual energy is exhausted, and the spiritual veins wither. The stronger the person is, the more avenues he needs to understand and the spiritual energy he absorbs. The stronger the backlash he receives, and the faster he is exterminated, isn't it?"
Henry Zhang felt a chill go down his spine.
I didn't expect that the ancient calamity would be so terrible.
No wonder the eight wild beasts have disappeared.
Even the thirty-sixth generation of Human Emperors, with such a profound accumulation of heritage, has not allowed the powerful human beings to escape the calamities of ancient times.
The ancient sinking whale is also one of the most powerful monsters in the ancient era, but it is not as high-profile as the eight great beasts and seems to be less famous.
Such a powerful clan has survived countless tribulations in ancient times.
It's incredible.
Henry Zhang seemed to have thought of something again and said: "I heard that many wild beast bloodlines have been passed down. Even our human monks have endured several calamities, and are they still continuing their incense?"
Feng Yuanshan chuckled, waved his hands and said: "It's different. The direct descendants of monsters with powerful wild beast bloodlines have not survived the ancient calamity. Those human monks with high-grade spiritual roots and spiritual bodies have also survived the ancient calamity. Oblivion."
"So, the desolate beast bloodlines circulating now are all extremely tiny hybrid bloodlines, and the only human monks who can survive are some evil spirit roots, miscellaneous spirit roots, and even hidden spirit root monks."
"Until a new avenue is generated, the spiritual veins are revived again, the spiritual energy appears, and a new prosperous age begins."
"Why do calamities happen every few million years?" Henry Zhang was puzzled.
Feng Yuanshan frowned and said: "There are many theories. Some say that the great road breeds all things, and monsters, humans, ghosts, sea races, etc. will continue to become stronger. In the end, there will be a situation where the strongest will compete. The most powerful will take action, and the great road will lead to mountains and rivers. It shatters, and the chaotic energy of heaven and earth regenerates, destroying everything.”
"Some also say that the avenues have a certain number. The strong will always be strong, and the power of the avenue will be consumed more and more, until the avenue can no longer bear the load, and then collapse, and calamity will come."
"As soon as the most powerful person emerges, calamity will come. This has almost become an eternal law."
These words of Feng Yuanshan were something that Henry Zhang had never come across in classics before.
He was mesmerized and refreshed, and his heart was inexplicably shocked.
As expected, Shangzong has a rich foundation.
"Isn't there an upper realm? Why don't the strongest people go to the upper realm?" Henry Zhang asked curiously.
"I... don't know." Feng Yuanshan looked at the deep blood of Kurosawa and fell into deep thought.
There are so many unsolved mysteries in this great world that even he, as a senior deacon of the Qingyun Sect, does not fully understand.
Just now, everyone was still lamenting that the Fairy Cat Valley where Henry is located is just in a corner, and people are like frogs at the bottom of a well.
But at this moment, everyone fell into silence.
Compared to a behemoth like Beichen Dongtian, why is the Qingyun Sect just a grain of sand in the river?
The Xumi Cauldron continued to drift along the bloody water of Kurosawa.
A month has passed.
Kurosawa's blood is still endless.
"After wandering in this bloody water for so long, we still found nothing. There is no spiritual energy support here. We'd better make plans early and return the same way." Tie Sancheng said in a hoarse voice.
"Yes, we foundation-building monks consume a lot of spiritual energy. Even if we seal the sea of qi, we can't stay under this confusing black swamp for too long, and there are a few qi-refining disciples who can't hold on anymore. Yes." Jin Buhuan also agreed.
Feng Yuanshan looked at the endless blood and said: "In order to search for the secret treasure this time, we even abandoned the cross-region treasure boat. If we return empty-handed, we will definitely be punished by the sect."
The woman in red had a stern look on her face, looking ahead without saying a word.
She didn't say anything, and the three foundation-building monks didn't dare to make a decision easily.
We can only drift along the Xumi Ding.
"There is something ahead." The woman in red's eyes flashed.
Everyone's spirits were lifted.
"Isn't it still blood? I didn't see anything." Tie Sancheng said.
"I didn't see it either." Jin Buhuan said.
Feng Yuanshan said in a deep voice: "What do you two know? Senior sister has eyes of the void, which can detect illusions. If senior sister says there is something, there must be something."
The spiritual power surged in the body of the woman in red, and the spiritual power drove the Xumi Cauldron to run forward quickly.
After a while, Henry Zhang also saw pieces of floating gravel appearing in front of him.
"There is a stone here?!" Everyone was surprised and happy.
Finally, it was no longer pure blood. If you saw a little gravel, you might be able to see something else.
The Xumi Cauldron passed through the gravel and kept moving forward.
There are more and more stones floating in front of us, and they are getting bigger and bigger.
Until everyone saw a huge golden mountain appearing.
Everyone was so shocked that they couldn't close their mouths from ear to ear.
"This...is this spiritual material?"
"No way, if this is a spiritual material, our Qingyun Sect won't be able to digest it in thousands of years!"
“This giant golden mountain is so big that it’s bottomless, bottomless, and far away.”
Xumi Ding continued to run forward for more than a hundred miles before reaching the foot of the golden giant mountain.
