Turning around, He Chong saw it was Du Ming.

This popular singer, host, storyteller who has a spacious courtyard, a beautiful wife and a sensible son, also understood He Chong's actions.

"My home is in Jiangcheng. If something goes wrong here, my wife and children won't be able to escape. Instead of that, I might as well stay here and give it a try."

Shi Buwen also stood up.

"In this situation, if I let the young people sacrifice themselves in exchange for my own survival, how can I be such a coward? I have no desires and nothing to ask for. These legs can only run for two years. Why not lend them to you now?"

"Hey, you guys, why are you doing this?"

Qi Ye felt a little anxious, but he saw Tang Que also raised his hand.

"Women are as good as men. What men can do, women can do too."

Tang Que seemed to be about to join in.

"My father once said that you should not not do some things just because you don't see hope, because sometimes, you may be the hope itself."

Blind Zhang nodded slightly when he heard this.

"Everyone, it seems that we have reached a consensus."

"Wait, I didn't say I was going to die with you guys, don't force me..."

Seventh Master shouted and looked at the cliff.

"Since you don't want to leave, I'll leave first. If you are unfortunate, I will burn two more incense sticks for you on Qingming Festival as a sign of filial piety."

No one else stopped Qi Ye.

Because at this time, it is normal to go or stay.

Seventh Master cursed and started walking down the mountain from the path, and soon disappeared into the bushes.

"In this world, wars never cease. We, the Nine Class, don't have any great abilities and can't rule the country. If we encounter people with guns, we have to avoid them."

Blind Zhang said.

“But there are some things that only we can do.”

Several people got in the car, went up the road, and soon returned to the location of the dilapidated temple.

Fang Geng's family had disappeared, leaving only a mountain path winding upwards.

It was getting hotter in the mountains and everyone was sweating.

Shi Buwen carried Blind Zhang on his back and ran towards the mountain at great speed.

Several others also climbed up the stairs.

On the way, He Chong kept using his Yin-Yang eyes to look at the disordered formation to avoid illusions and dangers.

Occasionally, the rolling stones were smashed by Tang Que's punch, and stones flew everywhere.

Du Ming chanted something to calm the grass and trees and make the road smooth.

Finally, they arrived at the cave entrance.

The ban still exists and no one can enter.

"Did you find it?"

Du Ming asked He Chong.

"There are three flaws here. As long as you use a certain amount of force, you may be able to break them."

He Chong looked at it for a moment and pointed to three locations.

Tang Que's arms swelled up and she took the highest position.

Shi Buwen picked up his pistol and aimed it at the middle position.

At this time, the paper man flew out, holding swords, spears, and halberds in his hands, and approached the lowest position.

The three of them looked at each other and exerted their strength at the same time.

Snap——

There seemed to be a sound of something breaking, and three people entered the cave at the same time.

Miasma and pollution instantly flowed into their lungs, causing the three to struggle in pain.

Du Ming suddenly opened his mouth and recited an old poem, asking for the will of heaven. The voice reached the ears of several people and calmed them down.

"There's a strong miasma here, we have to be careful."

Du Ming also had a nosebleed.

They went deeper into the cave and soon saw the skeleton sitting in the center.

"This is what Lu Ban said..."

He Chong found it unbelievable. This was obviously the original Xuanjun.

"He just sat here and suppressed those evil gods?"

Tang Que also felt it was very marvelous that the ancestor of his lineage was sitting here. This was something that no medicine could explain.

"Here are some books..."

Shi Buwen picked up the books.

They flipped through the books quickly as the cave was shaking, not caring about the nausea and dizziness caused by reading. They all had nosebleeds and blood oozing from the corners of their mouths.

Finally, with the help of He Chong, they found a way to become Xuanjun and strengthen the seal.

This method is also called praying to the gods.

It is to invite the spirit of Xuanjun who is entrenched here to descend upon one's body.

After inviting the gods, one's body will be connected to the formation here, and will maintain the formation by burning vitality.

A person's life span will be at most ten years, or as short as three or four years, before it runs out.

Of course, even if you die, your soul will be imprisoned back in Jiangcheng Mountain to continue providing fuel.

Once you become Xuanjun, life and death are no longer under your control.

No one knows whether those dead souls are suffering here.

But they all knew that being possessed by Xuanjun's spirit, dying, becoming fuel, and suppressing the evil god was definitely a huge test of one's will.

That is an experience no one would want to go through.

However, those who became Xuanjun in every generation eventually chose to inherit this position.

In fact, after they came in, they had the opportunity to choose to leave without taking anything.

If the ritual is not performed, one will only be slightly polluted and his life span will be slightly shortened.

But everyone made a choice.

If this question were raised during a casual conversation after dinner, perhaps most people, including He Chong himself, would not choose to stay here.

But now, in this situation, they all knew exactly what they should do.

"Everyone, although we may not be familiar with each other before, we are all descendants of the Nine Sects, so we should be considered a family."

Du Ming said.

"Today, we hold a ceremony here to become Xuanjun together. We don't ask to be born on the same day, but we ask to die on the same day."

He watched Shi Buwen and others arrange the ceremony, then took the shiny knife that was handed to him and held it in his hand.

Blood oozed from his palms, and the bright red blood dripped onto the bones, actually emitting a faint glow.

Several people dripped blood at the same time, and some kind of connection descended from the infinitely distant sky, and a curtain obscured them.

The vibrations outside could no longer be transmitted here. He Chong opened his eyes and found himself in a sea of ​​nothingness. In front of him stood a person.

No, more than one person.

There were thousands of people he didn't know at all.

But He Chong could also see that some people looked familiar, like Du Ming, Tang Que, Blind Zhang, and Shi Buwen.

The descendants of the Nine Schools, the descendants of the Nine Schools for thousands of years, their souls and wills have not dissipated, but remain here.

Before the numerous ancestors, stood a mature man.

He had a scruffy beard and was wearing clothes that looked a little strange to He Chong. He was raising his hand to welcome He Chong.

He Chong held that hand.

For a moment, he looked up.

He saw that in the endless void, above the dome, there was a huge and narrow eye.