"October 31st."

"I contacted Junior Uncle and told him that I wanted to meet him, but was rejected."

"Because Junior Uncle said that I am not qualified now."

"If you want to find that door, two conditions must be met."

"One is to become a spiritual son of the Ancient Alliance!"

"The second is to possess the combat power of a half-step legendary realm!"

"Sure enough, it's not that simple."

"But I didn't feel disappointed. Instead, I was full of motivation, because I knew that these two conditions were not difficult for me."

"I must get the position of spiritual son!"

"November 10th."

"Junior Sister seems to be in a bad mood recently. I'm a little worried."

"November 23rd."

"Long Qianqiu, are you looking for death!!!"

"December 15th."

"After more than a month of hard work, plus the advice from Junior Uncle in the dream, I finally possess the combat power of a half-step legendary realm!"

"Now, as long as I become a spiritual son, I can go to the top of Tianmang!"

"January 15th."

"Long Qianqiu came to beg me!"

"He said he was wrong and was willing to compensate. He also said that he would never look at Junior Sister even once from now on."

"This disappoints me!"

"Among the younger generation, apart from Wu Fengzi, he is the only one who can barely be my opponent. I originally wanted to defeat him fairly and let my junior sister see with her own eyes what a true king is!" "

January 20th."

"Wu Fengzi has come out of seclusion!"

"She actually already possesses the combat power of the True God Dharma Phase level of the Legendary Realm, soaring from the Half-Step Legendary Realm!"

"Among the current levels of Lingzi, she is the first to break the shackles."

"It's simply unimaginable!"

"If it weren't for the appearance of Junior Uncle, perhaps I really couldn't surpass her."

"But now, I have confidence!"

"January 29th."

"Finally, I finally became the new Lingzi of the Ancient Alliance!"

"I fought for all of this with my own hands!"

"Tomorrow is the coronation ceremony!"

"I'm a little excited, because I only have the last half step left to meet the requirements put forward by Junior Uncle."

"January 30th."

"From today on, I am the third Lingzi of the Ancient Alliance!"

"January 31st."

"Hahahahaha!! So that's it! I finally understand!"

"Why Junior Uncle has to let me become a real Lingzi before going to that door!"

"Because only when you successfully coronate the spirit child can you sense the exact location of the door!"

"But I didn't expect that the location is actually..."

"Fortunately, I carry the ancient symbol with me."

"February 2nd."

"The dragon raises its head, today is a good day."

"The top of Tianmang... I'm here!"

Seeing this .

The content of the diary stopped abruptly!

Therefore, it has reached the last page, and there is nothing behind it.

After checking it carefully several times, Ye Wuque confirmed that the diary ends here.

Ye Wuque held the diary with a deep look in his eyes.

"So, if you want to enter the top of Tianmang, you must become a spirit child?"

"According to Fang Qingyang, the moment you are officially crowned, you will sense the exact location of the door leading to the top of Tianmang..." "

In addition, the ancient symbol is an extremely important and critical proof."

Ye Wuque learned from the diary how he entered the top of Tianmang.

"Who is this junior master?"

"Obviously, he is a mysterious existence. According to Fang Qingyang's diary, he may be the only one in the entire Ancient Alliance who knows about it."

"The contents of this diary should be true. Fang Qingyang did get the seven-color secret treasure later."

"In his last words, in order to deal with Long Qianqiu, he went to the top of Tianmang to take out the seven-color secret treasure from his junior master's tomb. This proves that everything recorded in the diary is correct."

"Junior master... Junior master..."

"This person has a tomb."

"This person has a seven-color secret treasure, and the relationship with the seven-color auspicious cloud pattern is extraordinary!"

"Is he dead or alive..."

Ye Wuque's thoughts surged in his mind.

"No matter what, when we go to the top of Tianmang to find the tomb of junior master Fang Qingyang, we may know the truth."

Looking at the diary in his hand again, Ye Wuque's eyes flashed, and he gently turned the page again, and read it again, and a question surged in his heart.

Before Fang Qingyang broke out of the Ancient Alliance, he went to the top of Tianmang to take out the seven-color secret treasure.

If one wants to go to the top of Tianmang, the ancient symbol is an indispensable token.

But why did he come back here and leave such a private thing as the diary and the vital ancient symbol here?

Didn't he take them with him?

This doesn't make sense at all!

There must be some other secrets in this!

Ye Wuque is very thoughtful and thinks that this behavior is completely unreasonable.

"Wait..."

"This diary seems... there is something I overlooked!"

Ye Wuque's hand paused as he turned the page.

His intuition told him that there might be some details in the diary that he had not noticed.

He closed the diary and looked at the exquisite hollow carvings on it.

"Could this diary have another purpose?"

"Is it also related to the Peak of Tianmang?"

For a moment, Ye Wuque couldn't figure out what clues he had overlooked about the diary.

But the material of the diary itself is extremely special, especially the fact that it can isolate the power of the soul to detect it, which is enough to prove its extraordinaryness!

But he was not in a hurry. Since he found these two relics left by Fang Qingyang, he would naturally take them all away and keep them for slow inspection.

Any clues will always be noticed.

With a thought in his mind, Ye Wuque received the ancient talisman and the diary into the Yuanyang Ring.

Looking at the empty tray, Ye Wuque pushed it lightly, and the tray shrank back and turned again.

The groove appeared again, and the ancient jade slip embedded in it popped out with a click and was caught by Ye Wuque.

The groove also disappeared again.

When Ye Wuque blew out the candlelight of the small candle, the nameless tablet returned to its original smooth and complete appearance.

It was as if nothing had happened just now.