This is a strange land of creation, which contains the life energy of countless ancient stars, and all of them gather here. It is not an exaggeration to say that it is the number one holy place in the universe.

"This is the immortal pool? I wonder where many strong people are crazy about it?"

The Sword Saint walked over.

He also wanted to see what the difference is here.

"Ten thousand peaks stand together, surrounding a valley, and there are thousands of dragon veins gathering below. Each Dragon Head Peak has opened its dragon mouth, and a fairy waterfall is hanging down, and the fairy light is surging, gathering in the pool! The miracle of creation cannot be summarized!" The Sword Saint exclaimed repeatedly, "If you practice here, you will be able to mile a day!"

"Longshan has become a powerful force, and the energy of life gathers. After millions of years of precipitation, every inch of land here becomes a supreme medicinal field!" The Buddha of Light said, "I, I suggest that these are turned into jade medicinal soil, collect some of them, and cultivate spiritual medicines in the nest."

Chu Yang nodded, he had this idea too.

Even a piece of soil here is a treasure, even if it is placed outside.

Press the thought, walk forward, and look around.

Near Chengxian Pool, there is a tomb that blocks the way.

"It is really against the will of heaven to be able to build a tomb here!"

The Sword Saint stopped and showed a shock.

This is the strongest place covered by formations. If the quasi-emperor enters, he will die. Who can do it?

"The ruthless emperor!"

Chu Yang thought about it.

He activated his divine eyes and looked into the tomb through the numerous barriers. Inside, there were dozens of pieces, forming a ghost mask and placed in front of a bloody garment.

The mask of grimace is covered with cracks, which seems to cry but not cry, and seems to laugh but not laugh, and there is sadness in the smile, and there is smile in the wound!

"I just can't rest assured my sister..."

In the grave, there is a faint wave of divine thoughts hidden on the mask, which spans through the ages and eternally echoes, but with regret, unwillingness, and begging.

"I'm not to become an immortal, I just want to wait for you to come back in this world."

The ethereal voice, with hoarse sadness, made a promise before the grave, even if the years passed, even if the world changed, it still echoed and never vanished, just to respond.

"well……!"
Chapter completed!