In the quiet passage, Ye Wuque walked slowly forward.

Although it was only the second time he came, all the furnishings and conditions in the sacrificial hall had already been deeply imprinted in Ye Wuque's mind.

As Ye Wuque moved forward, a soft light shone around him, and soon, the smell of incense came to his face.

At the end of the passage, Ye Wuque's eyes were bright.

The vast hall appeared in front of him again, and the strong smell of incense at the tip of his nose contained sandalwood, which was very light and faint.

It seemed that nothing had changed here. There were still huge white candles standing in all directions, thousands of them were as thick as human arms, illuminating the entire sacrificial hall.

On the altar, densely packed tablets stood there, and in front of a huge tripod, incense was lingering and smoke was curling.

Ye Wuque's eyes were focused on these nameless tablets without names or images, and his eyes were deep.

Compared with the surprise when he came for the first time, Ye Wuque's heart was calm at this moment.

He walked slowly forward, walked to the giant tripod, looked at the incense that never burned out, and a sharp meaning flashed across his deep eyes.

"Maybe these nameless tablets..."

Suddenly, a thought emerged in Ye Wuque's mind, and even he himself was a little stunned and unimaginable.

Standing quietly, Ye Wuque slowly raised his hands at this moment, put them together, and bowed solemnly to these tablets.

After the bow, Ye Wuque did not stop and walked behind the altar.

The wall wrapped with ivy appeared in front of Ye Wuque again. He waved his sleeves, and the ivy dispersed, and the passage leading to the small sacrificial room appeared.

Ye Wuque stepped into it. According to his perception, there was no change from the first time he came, and there was no other breath left. No

one else had come in since his last visit.

When Ye Wuque stepped into the small sacrificial room, the eighteen white candles on all sides were still burning, illuminating everything here.

The nameless tablet, which was five times the size of the one outside, stood quietly in front of him, and there was no change either.

Walking to the nameless tablet, Ye Wuque waved his right hand, and the dark silver simple small candle suddenly appeared in his hand.

The mysterious ancient pattern on the candle added an inexplicable mysterious meaning in this dead silent sacrificial room.

Wow!

With a slight sound, the Yuanli lit the small candle, and a small flame suddenly lit up.

The dark silver candlelight rippled and shone directly on the wall of the sacrificial room. The candlelight suddenly gathered, and finally the pattern of colorful auspicious clouds appeared in front of Ye Wuque again.

Click!

The moment the colorful auspicious cloud pattern appeared, the groove behind the nameless tablet also appeared again.

Ye Wuque walked forward with the small candle, looked at the dark groove, and flipped his hand. The simple jade slip appeared in his hand, and then he embedded it into the groove.

Buzz!

The simple jade slip suddenly burst into a faint glow, and the mysterious ancient fluctuations followed closely, and the entire nameless tablet was shrouded, also emitting a faint glow.

Click, click!

Two sounds came from the groove inlay, and then two light hands condensed from the light stretched out, each spread out, and lay across the void.

The next moment, Ye Wuque's ears once again heard the soul transmission transformed by the power of the soul.

"The final test..."

"You need a seven-color secret treasure..."

"You need an identity nameplate with at least the authority of a quasi-spiritual son..."

The strange man's ethereal and mysterious voice was very light.

The first time he heard this soul voice, Ye Wuque speculated that it was most likely Fang Qingyang's junior uncle.

Listening to it now, Ye Wuque still felt the same way.

However, his actions did not stop, and the seven-color seven-killing Tiangang gourd was immediately taken out and gently placed on one light hand.

Then, the identity nameplate that had obtained the full authority of a quasi-spiritual son was also placed on the other light hand.

Buzz!

The light from the light hand enveloped the colorful Seven Killings Heavenly Gang Gourd, covering it, and the ancient fluctuations reappeared to test it.

"The Seven Killings Heavenly Gang Gourd... passed."

The light dissipated, and as the ethereal and mysterious voice sounded, the light hand disappeared, and the colorful Seven Killings Heavenly Gang Gourd fell back into Ye Wuque's hand.

The identity nameplate was also covered by the light.

"Identity test... Quasi-spiritual son."

"Complete authority... passed."

When Ye Wuque heard these two sentences, his eyes flickered slightly.

After spending almost half a year, he finally gained something and successfully passed the test.

The other light hand also disappeared at this moment, and the identity nameplate fell back into Ye Wuque's hand.

Click, click...

Immediately, the groove made a roar again, as if some mechanism was activated, and the sound of rotation continued to sound.

Ye Wuque's eyes were sharp, watching all this.

After a few breaths, as the light shone, the groove inlaid with the ancient jade slip suddenly turned, as if it turned into the nameless tablet, and at the same time a new part turned out from the nameless tablet.

It was something like a tray.

Ye Wuque's eyes narrowed as he stared

at it! On the tray, one on the left and one on the right, there were two things.

Is this the relic that Fang Qingyang secretly hid here?

The one on the left is a palm-sized ancient symbol, dark silver in color, and shaped like a group of gathered flames.

Ye Wuque's soul power had already enveloped it, and he sensed the ancient symbol, but did not feel any danger.

Since this is Fang Qingyang's secret mechanism for storing things, he naturally would not cheat himself.

Ye Wuque picked up the ancient symbol directly, and it felt heavy in his hand, and it also exuded a faint sense of coldness, as if he was holding a piece of ice.

In addition, Ye Wuque also sensed that the ancient symbol seemed to emit a kind of ancient mysterious fluctuation, which was very light and light. If Ye Wuque was still in the Great Sun Realm, he would not be able to detect it at all.

After carefully examining the ancient symbol, he did not find anything special. Ye Wuque's eyes turned to another thing on the right side of the tray.

It was a dark silver box that looked exquisite and gorgeous, and presented a rectangular shape.

The surface of the box was dotted with many hollow patterns, flashing a faint luster, which was very eye-catching. At a glance, it was clear that the structure of these patterns was extremely precious.

And when Ye Wuque covered the box with the power of the soul, his eyes suddenly condensed!

This rectangular dark silver box can actually block the detection of the power of the soul!

Even at this moment, Ye Wuque's dark star realm soul power was obstructed and blocked outside.

This made Ye Wuque feel a little strange!

Obviously, the material of this dark silver box is very special.

But he did not continue to strengthen his soul power to forcefully resist, but directly reached out and picked up the dark silver box.

It was cold to the touch, and the metal texture felt very heavy. After holding it in his hand, Ye Wuque's eyes suddenly flashed.

Only then did he realize that this thing was not a box.

"This is..."

Ye Wuque carefully searched around the object, and finally found a small mechanism lock on the right side. He gently exerted force with both hands.

With a click, the mechanism lock was opened, and the object was opened from right to left.

After opening it, what caught his eye was a snow-white paper!

"It turned out to be... a diary?"

Ye Wuque was stunned.

He didn't expect that this beautiful and gorgeous thing was actually a closed diary.

Why was it sure it was a diary?

Because on the page that Ye Wuque opened at this moment, there was a paragraph of text on the snow-white paper on both sides.

And the first line was written with the date!

Only when writing a diary will it start with the date.

The left part.

"The fifth day of the first lunar month."

"I am very happy because I finally succeeded in becoming a member of the Ancient Alliance of the Gods."

"Although I know that all this must be taken for granted, this feeling of leaping over the dragon gate still makes me feel excited and excited."

"I have achieved one of my goals."

"I have a new motivation and have set new goals."

"Work hard and persevere."

"I must be... the strongest!"

Ye Wuque carefully read the contents of this page. Just as he thought, this tone and recording method is exactly a diary.

And it was written with a pen, not the power of the soul.

"Is this Fang Qingyang's diary? Does he still have the habit of keeping a diary?"

"According to the tone of this diary, it exudes a sense of ambition. It should be a record of Fang Qingyang's high spirits when he just became a formal disciple of the Ancient Alliance."

Turning his eyes, Ye Wuque looked at the second diary on the right, and then his eyes suddenly condensed!