Shen Qian had no clue how to find his way home in the Nine Heavens.
But just as he crushed the Time Conch, a tremor ran through Shen Qian's heart. In a certain direction of the Nine Heavens, there was something that attracted him.
Moreover, that unknown thing must be related to the River of Time or the River of Time.
Chen Qian continued forward in the direction he had just memorized, wasting almost no time along the way. According to the map, the most valuable secret realm in the Nine Heavens was the Temple of the Fire God.
After traveling at full speed, just half an hour later, as the fog cleared, a magnificent palace appeared in Shenqian's view.
"This is it!"
Looking at the somewhat dilapidated palace, Shen Qian felt a surge of emotion and immediately stepped onto the path in front of the palace gate.
Walking along the path, a sense of familiarity washed over me.
When he arrived at the palace gate, Shen Qian immediately realized where he was.
"Isn't this the Nine Kings' Secret Realm?"
Shen Qian was somewhat surprised.
The palace before him was exactly the same as the secret realm he had entered from the Nine Heavens, except that there was no stone tablet in front of the palace gate that read "Nine Kings Secret Realm".
Upon closer inspection, some differences were still noticed.
Although the palace was also dilapidated and desolate, it was still much better than when he saw it from the heavens.
"So this palace was later taken by the Ninth Prince to be used as a secret realm?"
He pondered deeply.
It's uncertain how far removed the era he's in is from modern times, but it's at least tens of millions of years ago.
What was this palace used for before?
Shen Qian looked up and saw that the place where the palace name was originally hung was empty, but traces could still be vaguely seen, but the plaque had disappeared.
Unable to figure it out for a moment, Chen Qian simply stopped thinking about it and strode forward, pushing open the bronze palace door.
Boom!
The bronze gate, weighing tens of thousands of kilograms, had no restrictions and was easily pushed open by Shen Qian. However, the scene before him when he stepped inside was vastly different from when he first entered the Nine Kings Secret Realm.
There was no surging spiritual mist, nor any fog obscuring the view, and the dome was devoid of those bizarre and colorful lights.
What appeared in Shen Qian's sight was an empty, dilapidated hall.
In the very center, where a ray of light shines down from the dome, stands a white jade platform.
Shen Qian's gaze sharpened, and in a flash, he traversed a thousand meters, appearing before the white jade platform.
To Shen Qian's surprise, there was nothing on the table as he had expected.
Shen Qian frowned first, then realized something was wrong. There was a deep dent on the table, indicating that something heavy had been pressing on it.
But now, that unknown treasure has vanished without a trace.
Shen Qian squatted down and examined it carefully. He found that there was an inconspicuous line of small characters engraved on the edge of the table. However, the handwriting was messy and seemed to have been written in a hurry.
"I'll be waiting for you at the end... that 'door' isn't closed..."
Shen Qian reached out and touched the words left behind some unknown time ago, and couldn't help but frown.
The text was fragmented, and he wasn't sure what the complete sentences originally looked like.
"'Door'?" Shen Qian pondered the word, somewhat puzzled.
Isn't the concept of "gate" something that only emerged in modern martial arts society?
"Is this what you're looking for?"
As Shen Qian was deep in thought, a faint voice suddenly sounded from behind him.
"who!"
Startled, Shen Qian turned around abruptly, then froze in surprise.
Behind him, in the main hall, another figure appeared at some unknown time.
He was dressed in black, with a tall and straight figure and long hair that looked like it hadn't been styled in a long time. His face, which looked weathered and had sharp features, was cold and indifferent. His eyes were as deep as the sea, and it seemed that no emotion could be found in them.
The young man carried a completely black spear on his back, and held a life-sized bronze bell engraved with intricate patterns in his right hand.
The moment he saw the bronze bell, Shen Qian knew that this was the very thing that had originally been placed on the white jade altar.
The young man before him was clearly a human, but Shen Qian had never seen him before.
Clearly, he did not belong to Ji Wen's group.
"You are... Nukan?"
Shen Qiantong shrank back, and quickly thought of someone.
"How did you know?" the young man asked casually.
"Who else among the human race who can enter the Ninth Heaven and appear behind me silently could be the number one ranked Divine Pillar, besides Nukan?"
He smiled faintly before sinking in.
But in reality, his inner world was far less calm than it appeared.
With his now almost unbelievable mental strength, how many people in the mountains and seas could approach him without alerting him?
With just one glance, he knew that the young man before him was even more terrifying than others had described.
winter!
Nukan threw the bronze bell in his hand to the ground. The bronze bell, which did not look particularly heavy, made the entire hall tremble.
"You've come for this replica of the Chaos Bell, haven't you?" Nukan asked.
"The Chaos Bell?" Shen Qian raised an eyebrow.
"At the beginning of time, there was a batch of supreme treasures born in the primordial chaos. They existed even earlier than the first batch of immortals and gods. The Chaos Bell was one of these supreme treasures."
Nukan said calmly, "It is said that the Chaos Bell has the power to tear apart heaven and earth and suppress time and space, but it was lost in ancient times and no one has seen its true form since."
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