Longevity: Start by practicing the ruthless way

Gu Chi showed a look of surprise and said, "Is it necessary to be so cautious? What kind of place is that?"

Murong Zhixiu was not quite sure either, because Tuoba Cang only mentioned in his voice transmission that it was an extraordinary ancient land with amazing creations beyond imagination.

In this way, they ended their plan to settle the cause and effect with their enemies, and continuously crossed the void, crossing one small world after another, heading to where Tuoba Cang and others were at the moment.

The world of gods falls, the sky breaks the mountain.

This small world is very mysterious, and ordinary cultivators cannot enter at all. In the past, only a very few people knew about this place. Those who can find it are either monstrous geniuses or supreme heroes hidden in ancient times. Basically, none of them are easy to deal with.

"Why are there so many people here?" Murong Zhixiu was surprised. Tuoba Cang spoke mysteriously in the voice transmission, and he thought that no one had discovered this ancient land.

"Are those the indigenous people?" Gu Chi showed a look of surprise when he saw some people wearing old clothes and with fierce eyes.

"Stay away from them and don't get into conflict with them." Murong Zhixiu warned in a low voice.

They stayed away from those people in old clothes and looked for Tuoba Cang and others.

"Um?!"

Gu Chi was suddenly startled and sensed a familiar breath. The Qingming Sutra actually started to operate on its own.

"What's going on?" Gu Chi's heart was shaken. Just in the moment, she sensed many kinds of inexplicable auras, one of which seemed to belong to Xuan Zhu!

"Do you have a strange feeling?" Murong Zhixiu looked over.

"How do you know?" Gu Chi was surprised.

Waves of emotion surged in her heart. What on earth was this place? In ancient times, had Xuan Zhu, the Saintess of the Biluo Immortal Palace, also been here? Otherwise, why did she have such an inexplicable feeling just now?

Murong Zhixiu seemed to have read her suspicions and replied, "You're right to have a strange feeling, because Tuoba Cang and the others discovered that the Saintess of the Biluo Immortal Palace seemed to have been here before."

"Om..."

A soft halo appeared around Gu Chi, and a holy and ethereal moon appeared behind her.

"This place has a story. I actually feel a mixture of sadness and joy." Gu Chi whispered, looking ahead.

The Divine Falling Realm, this ancient land is dozens of times more vast than most of the small worlds in Kunlun Ruins.

At first glance, the mountains are majestic, the grass and trees are lush, and there is a hint of blood-red veins in the green, giving off an enchanting glow.

There are many legends about this ancient land.

What is most well known is that this was once a battlefield in ancient times. At that time, the fighting was so fierce that the sky collapsed and the earth cracked, ghosts cried and gods howled, and many powerful people died here in a blizzard.

Therefore, many areas of this ancient land are barren and filled with unparalleled murderous intent. Even a Half-Step Lord who has been promoted to the Nascent Soul stage cannot stay there for too long, otherwise he will be forcibly wiped out by the unparalleled murderous intent there.

Of course, there are also some areas that present a vibrant scene, where various plants and trees are blood-red inlaid in the green.

Some people say that it was because some of the most powerful people in ancient times died in battle, but because they had compassion in their hearts, not only did they not harbor extreme murderous intent, but the life essence in their flesh and blood nourished all things.

"Let's go and take a look around. Tuoba Cang said there are a lot of good things here. If we can get one or two, it will be worth the trip." Murong Zhixiu said.

This was a battlefield in ancient times, and there must be many unimaginable weapons and magic treasures buried there.

That inexplicable feeling had disappeared, and Gu Chi didn't think too much about it. He followed Murong Zhixiu around, while sending out his spiritual sense to explore the surroundings.

In a mountain range, there lived a tribe, which was the base of a group of indigenous people from Kunlun Ruins. They would occasionally glance over here with fierce eyes, but they would not make any move.

Gu Chi and the others stayed away from them because they heard that among these indigenous people there were some powerful Lord-level warriors who were not people they could afford to provoke.

"Did they always look like that, or did something unusual happen?" Gu Chi secretly communicated to Murong Zhixiu, because she found that although the natives had the same body shape as humans, there were obvious differences. Those people were very tall, and when standing upright, they could be two or three meters tall, and they had protruding horns on their foreheads, which clearly showed that they were not humans.

"They must have always looked like that. I heard that they are extremely strong and are all archers. They can shoot down a mountain with a giant bow. There is even a legend that one of them shot down the sun." Murong Zhixiu muttered.

"Shooting down the sun, Houyi?" Gu Chi was stunned. He didn't expect that the legend of Houyi shooting down the sun in his previous world would have a similar version here.

"I've never heard of Houyi and Qianyi. I only know that their tribe has a legend about shooting down the sun. As for whether it's true or not, no one can tell." Murong Zhixiu shook his head.

This is one of the oldest tribes in Kunlun Ruins, but it suffered a major change in ancient times, and only a small number of tribesmen were able to survive in Kunlun Ruins.

"Generally speaking, most of the races in Kunlun Ruins became extinct in ancient times, and only a small number of bloodlines survive today."

At this point, Murong Zhixiu was moved and said, "One day, our era will also go from its splendid glory to decline, sinking into the long river of history. When that day comes, where will we go?"

As the descendant of a great thief, he also knew some secrets. He knew that war was about to break out, and even those old men were desperate and were willing to take the risk to go deep into Jade Emperor Mountain, hoping to fight for a way out for them, the younger generation.

In the future, once the evil claws of the people from the upper realm are extended, it is bound to be a doomsday scene with devastating losses for all living beings. Even the most powerful lords who have reached the pinnacle will be reduced to flesh and blood. How can these people protect themselves?

"If the road to heaven in Jade Emperor Mountain cannot be successfully activated, and that day comes when all dynasties and transcendental traditions are buried in the years of history, and after a long time, the world comes to life again, how will people in the future evaluate our era? Will they remember me, Murong Zhixiu?"

Such words, with a kind of lonely sigh, make people seem to see the end-of-the-world scene of endless war on earth, peerless masters roaring across mountains and rivers, and continuous battles.

Faintly, one can even smell the smell of blood. When that time really comes, the descriptions of flowing blood and piles of corpses are just the tip of the iceberg of the apocalypse.

"When that day comes, Lao Hei and I will build you a fine coffin, choose a Feng Shui treasured place to bury you, and carve your names and deeds on the tombstone. No matter how much time passes, people in the future will know who is buried here as long as they see the words on the tombstone." Gu Chi turned his head to look at the big black dog and said with a smile, "Isn't that right, Lao Hei?"

"Ao~" the big black dog nodded seriously.

Seeing the serious expressions on the faces of the man and the dog, Murong Zhixiu was speechless. He said, "We all died in battle. How could you two still be alive to dig a grave for us?"

"Maybe the two of us will be lucky enough to survive to the end." Gu Chi said with a chuckle.

Murong Zhixiu glanced at them deeply, his expression somewhat complicated. After a long pause, he finally uttered, "When writing your epitaph, remember to choose something good. If you dare to write something bad about me and ruin my reputation, I'll crawl out of my grave and strangle you both to death!"