"Even if there's treasure, we won't be alive to take it. Anyway, listen to me, we have to get out of here quickly," Ayao said.
Seeing her serious expression, Xu Fengzhi obediently listened to her.
This underground palace is really big. Compared to the second level that A Yao entered before, this part of the building is very well preserved.
The various passages inside were interconnected, and A Yao and Xu Fengzhi transformed into two streams of light, shuttling through the passages. All around them were huge statues, each a warrior clad in armor. Each statue was actually the center of a restriction, serving as a suppressing force.
Ayao couldn't help but wipe away a cold sweat when she saw that many of the statues had cracks.
The more cracks appear in the sealed object, the more the seal has collapsed, and the day that thing breaks free is probably not far off. However, even if it's fast, it should still take several thousand years! It might not be as bad as I think; even if that thing breaks free, how much strength it will retain is unknown.
Perhaps, that thing is so weak that it dares not show itself to anyone.
As they flew, a blinding golden light curtain appeared ahead. The curtain appeared so suddenly that A Yao and Xu Fengzhi didn't have time to stop and crashed into it.
Ayao and Xu Fengzhi stood in mid-air, both with expressions of shock in their eyes.
They found themselves in a vast, boundless space where tens of millions of stone statues stretched from before them to the horizon. These statues were fully armored, each hundreds of feet tall, and covered with dense ancient incantations. The statues were so lifelike that even the texture of their skin was clearly visible, giving the impression that they would come to life at any moment.
Each stone statue exudes an incomparably powerful aura. When all the statues' auras are combined, it feels as if one is on a primordial battlefield in ancient times, with countless powerful figures standing between the sky and the earth.
War! War! War!
Their fighting spirit soared to the heavens, their battle intent traversed the world.
Ayao and Xu Fengzhi were dumbfounded.
Ayao was deeply shocked. The feeling these stone statues gave her was that they were not fabricated out of thin air. Each of them was a powerful being who had once existed, and each of them was at least a Great Luo Golden Immortal.
Immortals can be categorized into True Immortals, Earth Immortals, Heavenly Immortals, Golden Immortals, Grand Luo Golden Immortals, Immortal Kings, and Immortal Emperors. Tens of millions of Grand Luo Golden Immortals—what does that mean? The entire Phoenix Clan doesn't have that many Grand Luo Golden Immortals, and even if you include the Dragon Clan and other Holy Spirit Clans together, they still don't have that many.
A hazy mist lingered around each of the stone statues, giving off an ominous feeling as if it were eroding them.
Ayao and Xu Fengzhi flew forward, and after about six hours, their vision improved, and they saw a colossal stone statue over two hundred feet tall. This statue resembled an emperor surrounded by other stone statues.
His appearance was that of a very handsome young man, holding a long sword, with an elegant and noble demeanor. His long hair hung down his back, and he wore a wide robe with a sun totem on it. There was also a sun mark between his eyebrows, and even a sun pattern on his back, with a golden crow at the center of the pattern.
Although it was just a statue, the moment A Yao met his eyes, her brain went blank, and an unimaginable pressure rushed over her, making her mind almost boil.
At that moment, the aura emanating from the statue was terrifying beyond compare. This aura surpassed that of the Immortal Emperor Feng Yao in her previous life, surpassed that of her master Feng Wu, surpassed that of the Dragon Emperor Luo Bai, surpassed that of the Sword God Xie Chen, and surpassed that of the Blade Madman Li Yan...
He surpassed all the Immortal Emperor realm experts that A Yao knew; there was only one person who could rival him.
That was the Demon Lord Xuan Tian!
Ayao's heart was pounding wildly, the sound of her heartbeat echoing frantically in her ears, making her feel as if her blood was about to stop flowing.
who is he?
What Ayao was certain of was that he was definitely not the Demon Lord Xuantian.
This statue exudes a righteous aura, a righteous aura that has endured through the ages.
There is absolutely no way that Demon Lord Xuantian could possess such righteousness.
Even after countless years, the righteous spirit emanating from him still stirs her heart.
This is a Celestial Emperor; he must be a Celestial Emperor.
The Celestial Emperor who once looked down upon all the heavens!
However, there was no record of this predecessor in any of the ancient texts she knew.
Looking at the golden crow totem on his body, Ayao murmured, "The Great Sun Golden Crow..."
Was he an unparalleled powerhouse of the Great Sun Golden Crow clan? Probably, perhaps even their emperor. But the Great Sun Golden Crow clan has long since vanished. Even if Master met him, he probably wouldn't know this Immortal Emperor's name!
It's a bit of a shame.
Such a powerful figure didn't even leave behind a name.
A Yao was overwhelmed with thoughts, but at that moment, she saw Xu Fengzhi staring blankly at the statue of the nameless Immortal Emperor. His eyes seemed to hold endless memories and pain. He softly murmured, "A Tang..."
Blood, two lines of bloody tears, flowed down his face and dripped onto the ground.
Ayao stared at him in shock.
The instant his blood touched the ground, a crimson light surged forth, like waves on the sea, and a rumbling sound filled the entire space. Xu Fengzhi closed his eyes; his body felt as if all its strength had been drained away, and he plummeted downwards.
"A gentle breeze arrives—"
Ayao caught him.
Ayao helped him up and found that he had fainted.
The rumbling sound echoed continuously in the space. Ayao watched in horror as the stone statues around her shattered and collapsed one by one. She looked up at the statue of the Nameless Immortal Emperor. Cracks appeared on his face, and then the entire statue, which was more than two hundred feet tall, collapsed into dust.
The mud and sand surged towards A Yao, who rode Xu Fengzhi forward. A living person couldn't fit into a storage bag, and stuffing a spirit beast into one didn't seem quite right either.
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