The strange light in front of my eyes gradually faded and turned into a dull white-grey. The buzzing in my ears disappeared, leaving only a dead silence, like a world without any living things.

Time passed, and when Xia Xiao opened his eyes, it seemed like a thousand years had passed. He didn't know whether the scene he saw was a thousand years ago or a thousand years later.

Xia Xiao was in a strange new world. The air was a little different, flowing with sadness and sorrow.

Standing on a very high dragon sculpture in the square, Xia Xiao stood like a knight, with the machete in his hand pointing at the house thousands of feet below, as if waiting for a duel.

The square seemed to be built on a hill in the center of the city, with endless white-gray houses below, extremely messy, giving people an exaggerated sense of spaciousness. If the feeling is too much, it will become ethereal and unreal, as if as long as you step into it, you will miss the mortal world and it will be difficult to escape.

Under the gray sky, the streets and alleys crisscrossed like a torn chessboard.

"Where is this?"

Xia Xiao blinked, and all he saw were ruins. The previous houses seemed to have been burned by the flames of history.

Click!

The dragon sculpture under his feet had become incomplete at some point, and a fist-sized stone had fallen, leaving Xia Xiao's forefoot hanging in the air. Another half step would lead to the abyss!

Xia Xiao stepped back and landed on the messy square with broken stone slabs, looking at the palace where only bones were left.

Walking up the equally broken steps, Xia Xiao stepped on the sand, mud and gravel into the palace and began to explore.

After all, there were only stones left in the palace, and behind the palace, there was still a palace!

There are many buildings here, and even though they are in ruins, you can still imagine their grandeur when you look at their scale. I think it must have been a beautiful sight in the past.

But what era did this kind of thing come from? Xia Xiao seemed to have never heard of such a building. A mountain stood upright in the huge city, and there were many palaces on the mountain. How could this kind of architectural pattern be considered unsightly? Could it be a custom of other countries? Anyway, Xia Xiao was sure that it had nothing to do with the Great Xia Dynasty.

The Great Xia Dynasty pursued grandeur and solemnity, not something so unique as this.

Xia Xiao couldn't figure it out, but in the Wanling Valley, it was enough to find opportunities, and the rest were secondary. So, Xia Xiao put aside his entanglement and wandered aimlessly in the many palaces.

The place was so lifeless that Xia Xiao couldn't muster up any energy, and even had a heavy breathing. And he had been walking for so long, why didn't he see anyone else?

Although we each have our own opportunities and should separate at this time, it doesn't mean we won't see each other at all!

Xia Xiao gradually felt lazy because he didn't want to think anymore. There was a breath in the air that was guiding him and misleading him.

Xia Xiao walked along the corridor, his mind gradually becoming hazy. He could not see the end of the road, nor could he see his own steps clearly, and he just kept moving forward like a zombie.

The machete in his hand was cold, and Xia Xiao felt like he was about to fall asleep. He began to force himself to open his eyes as if in a dream to detect the danger in front of him.

This process was too difficult, but Xia Xiao's willpower was always amazing. He gradually regained consciousness, then shook his head and let his palm pass over the machete in his hand. This was a trick that Shu Shuang had used, and he was ready to try it!

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The slowly moving machete was filled with blood and began to tremble. Xia Xiao, who had lost a little blood, was refreshed and noticed something was wrong with him.

He looked at his raised feet, his heart beating for a long time, as if one more step would lead to the abyss.

After hesitating for a moment, Xia Xiao took back his steps. As the blood from his hand dripped, tiny blood beads mixed with white and gray dust splashed up.

As the blood dripped, small red and white flowers appeared. Soon, they bloomed into a cluster, tightly packed together. Because Xia Xiao was looking up at the sky above his head.

Xia Xiao had only seen a flash of white-gray light before he entered this place. Then he realized where this was? Was it the space inside the coffin? Or was it an illusion?

Xia Xiao felt that it was all possible. A talisman array with 100,000 patterns could open up space. Although it was difficult, it was not difficult for a few talisman masters. However, such a large world must have more than 100,000 patterns. It might be a million or even tens of millions! But is this coffin really hiding such a strong talisman array? They had observed it for so long before, and they had not sensed the fluctuation of vitality, let alone the talisman array.

It was gray above his head, and when Xia Xiao was about to give up, he saw a faint white light. Immediately, Xia Xiao jumped onto the dangerous building with broken tiles.

It was indeed a talisman formation. He had seen that ray of light in the grayness in the fog of Wanling Valley.

"Come here, I'll give you a wild pattern."

"Youngster, do you want it?"

A sturdy and old male voice and a delicate and charming female voice were heard one after another, causing Xia Xiao to salute immediately.

"Senior, you are the master of this world, right?"

“That’s right!”

"The talisman array is profound, and I, a junior, cannot comprehend it fully, but I still have to express my admiration for it."

Xia Xiao bowed, curious about the strength of the two seniors. What kind of cultivation must a strong person have to be able to cast such a talisman formation, open up a vast world, and retain his spiritual thoughts?

As if he could see what Xia Xiao was thinking, the male voice that resounded through the heavens and earth carried some arrogance.

"I was a master of the Twin Star Talismans when I was alive. This talisman formation that can open up new horizons is also my masterpiece!"

Talisman Master? Binary Star?

Xia Xiao's chin almost dropped to the ground. How could such a powerful person appear in Wanling Valley? This was undoubtedly a blasphemy!

In other words, the Great Xia Dynasty was not worthy of such a powerful relic.

Talisman masters are different from warriors. The latter have nine realms, but the former are called talisman masters after they reach the stage of condensation. There are naturally different levels among them!

The Talisman Master is the seed of the warrior, and the subsequent Great Talisman Master and Divine Talisman Master are all three stars apart. The Great Talisman Master corresponds to the young age, luxuriant branches and fruits of the warrior's Zun realm, and the Divine Talisman Master corresponds to the Zun realm's Qulun, Cantian and the rarely known questions above the Zun realm!

The Double Star Divine Talisman Master is equivalent to the peak of the Warrior Venerable Realm. This level of strength is rare, not to mention the Great Xia Dynasty, even the Ningshen Academy and the Zou Shou Church. But at this time, this senior is!

"Don't be surprised. A thousand years after our death, we were discovered and collected by the Ningshen Academy. Every four years, they look for people with predestined relationships in various countries and prepare to send the Wild Pattern, but they have never been successful. Do you want to come and see?"

Xia Xiao has always been cautious, but he did not hesitate at this moment. He bowed and said respectfully:

"If you have this intention, I will definitely go."

"bring it on!"

The woman's voice was charming and tender, with some eroticism. Then, a wave of traction appeared in the air.

Xia Xiao jumped off the empty beam and followed him.

The ruins in Wanling Valley are not life-threatening, and they are also related to Ningshen College. Xia Xiao thinks he can give it a try. Even if he doesn't have the chance, he should go and take a look. At least he can't miss it and leave regrets.

After passing many palaces, Xia Xiao finally arrived at the main hall.

The main hall was as spacious as the vast world, and one could even ride a horse in it. There was nothing in it, no decorations, and no pillars or beams. In the entire palace, only this hall had intact bricks and tiles. Although it was old, it did not look like a building from a long time ago.

"As long as you defeat her, you can obtain the Wild Mark. Hint: this is the Wild Mark of an eighth-level Wild Beast!"

Wild Marks are the product of the death of wild beasts, and they can be used to release their best moves. When wild beasts above level 4 die, there is less than a 5% chance of producing them. Although the higher the level of the wild beast, the greater the chance of producing wild marks. But can an eighth-level wild beast be killed at will? What kind of power should its wild marks have?

Xia Xiao was curious and wanted to meet his opponent sooner. But before that, the female voice in his ears became a little strange. It seemed a little impatient, but also like she was waiting for release, so she was full of expectation.

"Remember, show no mercy!"

When the female voice disappeared, there was something at Xia Xiao's feet. He lowered his head and frowned.

All around him were skeletons. Xia Xiao had seen many white-gray skeletons. When he was in Longgang, he lived next to a mass grave. But he still felt it was a little scary because the number was shocking. How many people were there with so many skeletons? Thousands? Tens of thousands? Or even more?

Suddenly, Xia Xiao felt that this color looked familiar, and he looked around. Wasn't the entire main hall, the square corridor he had seen before, and even the sky and the earth all this color?

"Before it was discovered and collected by the Ningshen Academy, we met many people who coveted the Wild Pattern. They came from afar and were well prepared. They can all stay and accompany us. You don't have to. If you lose, just retreat!"

"The young generation will never lose!"

The scar on Xia Xiao's left hand had healed, and he held the machete tightly in his right hand. His eyes exuded coldness, but the person who appeared in front of him made Xia Xiao frown. It was not because he couldn't beat him, but because...