Gao Han didn't believe it, so he kept walking in one direction, trying to get out of the cemetery.

An hour later, he saw the old man who had been sitting cross-legged in front of a tombstone, motionless, with a little dust on his body.

He looked up and saw the gray sky without a trace of sunlight. There was no night or real day here.

It was a world of its own, with a barrier at the edge that confused his mind. He was trapped here and couldn't get out. The old man really didn't lie to him.

If he had known that the Chaos Path would be like this, that there would be nothing he wanted, and that in the end there would only be a skinny old man and countless tombstones to accompany him, he might not have chosen the Chaos Path.

Gao Han walked up to the old man again and said, "You asked me to comprehend the Way of Chaos, but there is nothing here. How can I comprehend it?"

The old man didn't react at all.

"Why did you say before that I have Chaos Spiritual Roots? Do I really have Chaos Spiritual Roots?" When Gao Han heard him say that, he actually thought of the abnormalities that he would occasionally find on his body.

"Who is that person you are talking about?"

"You've waited here for ten thousand years before the second person came in. That means you can only put your bet on me now, whether you want to get out or have other goals."

The old man still didn't say anything, just treating him as air.

Gao Han was neither annoyed nor angry. He walked around the old man and then left without saying a word.

The old man still had his eyes closed. If I hadn't been sure that he was still alive, I would have thought he was dead.

Gao Han gave up talking to the other party. What was the Chaos Dao? He had never even heard of it before. How could he comprehend it? He could only think of other ways.

If front, back, left, or right don’t work, then what about heaven?

Gao Han flew directly to high altitude. The wind and sand blocked his sight, so he spread his spiritual sense endlessly. It seemed that this cemetery had no boundaries. Until his spiritual sense could not extend any further, it still could not touch the edge of the cemetery.

Gao Han returned to the ground. He was very patient and walked around each tombstone, leaving marks as he went.

…

At the same time, Zhongli Tingzhou met a person in Yin Yang Dao and finally learned the origin of Yin Yang Pearl.

The Yin-Yang Bead is a treasure from ancient times, a magic weapon of a powerful immortal, with the ability to change the world.

One yin and one yang make one Tao. Two strands of essence energy transform into the images of yin and yang. All things in the world are yin and yang. This is the Tao of Yin and Yang.

A blade of grass sways in the sun, showing its vitality, but then it begins to wither and die, turning into nothingness and disappearing.

The powerful immortal created a world with seas, plains, mountains, birds, flowers, and more tenacious life. The world then experienced birth, development, prosperity, decline, and destruction.

After the illusory figure finished rehearsing everything, it turned into wind and sand and disappeared between heaven and earth.

Zhongli Tingzhou had a blade of grass under his feet, which was still stubbornly squeezing out from the cracks. The world in front of him was like time going backwards, disappearing rapidly in front of him. Finally, he returned to the passage, and there was a light at the end.

When he walked to the light at the end, there was a door, which was open. There was a building behind it, and he could see the white sky when he looked up.

The building is neither luxurious nor exquisite. The corners are covered with peeling stones and dust, giving off an old and dilapidated atmosphere.

The cold wind blew, freezing cold.

The wind penetrated the stone wall, making a whimpering sound.

Zhongli Tingzhou looked up and saw the plaque in front of the building. It read "Residence of the Immortal Lord Donghua". Its color had been eroded by time and it was dull.

"We agreed to meet up as soon as we get out?"

Zhongli Tingzhou spoke as he walked in. It seemed that this Immortal Lord Donghua was the leader of the fairy world during his lifetime. His mansion was extremely large. Although it was destroyed in the war, about 60 to 70 percent of it was still intact.

In the main hall of the mansion, he saw a stone tablet, on which was recorded the life story of Immortal Lord Donghua. He didn't know whether it existed beforehand or was written afterwards by an immortal who had the chance to survive the great war among the immortals.

Just as he guessed, Immortal Lord Donghua was the leader of a fairy mountain called Langya Mountain during his lifetime. The leader's mansion is naturally different from ordinary immortal mansions.

Zhongli Tingzhou had no interest in treasure hunting, but Gao Han liked to collect these things, and his Yayoi Ring had not been repaired yet. For Gao Han's sake, he patiently explored slowly, and when he saw good things, no matter what they were, he would put them into the storage space.

While he was looting the Immortal Palace, spiritual practitioners who had entered other Taoist sects walked out of the Taoist gate one after another. The end of the Taoist gate was not the so-called immortal residence, but an extremely empty area with a boundless stretch in front and no one knew where it led to.

Some people walked forward in groups, while others stayed where they were, waiting for others to come out.

More and more people are coming out. Enlightenment does not mean staying inside forever. If the way of the strong is so easy to understand, there would not be so many weak spiritual practitioners in Lingtian Continent, unless they have some enlightenment on the spot.

"What are you looking at?" Lu Zhiwei followed Zuo Jiandong's gloomy gaze and looked at the disciples of Zixiao Sect, "Are you waiting for that person?"

"I'm going to kill him!" Zuo Jiandong said coldly.

"There are so many disciples in Zixiao Sect, including Feng Xinxing and Jiao Yan. Now is not a good opportunity to take action unless we wait until they separate." Lu Zhiwei didn't care. Zixiao Sect was not his target.

"There's still a long time, they will eventually separate." Just as Zuo Jiandong finished speaking, someone else came out.

This time, a large group of people came out, coming from two Taoist sects, namely the Zixiao Sect and the Jishang Sect.

"Are you the only ones?" Although Feng Xinxing was the last to enter, he did not stop after watching the process of enlightenment. He quickly caught up with everyone and came out with them. He saw that there were only a few disciples outside.

"Only us. I don't know if the others have already left or haven't come out yet." A disciple answered honestly.

At this time, Chen Binyu came over with a cold face, "Where are those two people? Did they escape? Or are they trapped in the Taoist gate and can't get out?"

"What does their situation have to do with you? Don't show off your status as a defeated general. Do you really think that after losing a battle, you can win it back after entering the Wanxiandao?" Yu Zilang sneered.

"Who are you talking about as the defeated general?" Chen Binyu was angry.

"What do you think?" Yu Zilang asked back with a smile.

"Don't waste time talking to them. Time is of the essence. The Wanxiandao won't stay open forever. But you actually got out so quickly." Lei Xinyue said in surprise. Yu Zilang's obsession was stronger. Logically speaking, the stronger the obsession, the more likely a person would be trapped in the Taoist sect and unable to get out.

Yu Zilang shook his head and said, "I can't help it. I am a genius who is extraordinary."

At this moment, a surprised voice suddenly sounded.

"Hurry, we heard that a large number of immortal weapons appeared ahead, let's go take a look!" A spiritual practitioner ran back, grabbed his companion, and ran away quickly.

Everyone looked at each other in bewilderment when they heard this, and those who had been staying here and had not left immediately rushed over.

The people who came out later saw that everyone was running away and thought something big had happened, so they ran over too. It was a coincidence.

A moment later, they arrived at the place where the man said a large number of immortal artifacts were found.

On the empty plain, there appeared a place that looked like a weapons graveyard.

A large number of magic weapons were stuck in the ground. These were offensive magic weapons. Some had become very broken, with only half of their bodies left, stuck crookedly in the ground. Some were full of gaps, etc., but they still could not conceal the fact that they were immortal weapons.

"Why are there so many real immortal artifacts here?" Everyone was stunned.

Before they came in, the elders of the sect did not tell them that there would be a weapons tomb behind the Taoist sect.

"The Dao sect is not fixed, because the space of the Wanxian Dao is not stable, so there will be an offset every time. If the space nodes are consistent, it is possible to return to the original state. If not, it will usually appear randomly somewhere in the Wanxian battlefield." Feng Xinxing said.

"Are these weapons the immortal weapons left over from the War of Ten Thousand Immortals? Why are they concentrated here?" Jiao Yan looked at these immortal weapons, his eyes not clouded by interests.

While they were talking, someone had already rushed into the weapons tomb impatiently, trying to pull out a magic sword that was inserted into the ground.

"It's not unreasonable for the elders to suspect that there are still living immortals in the Wanxian Dao." Feng Xinxing took a deep breath, "Let's go and take a look."

"These weapons are not easy to pull out." Gan Mulan tried and used 70% to 80% of her strength, but she couldn't even move a corner of the weapon.

"Let me try." Lu Si put away his sword, held the hilt in front of him with both hands, and pulled it up with all his strength. His face quickly turned red, but the weapon under him did not move at all. "No, the weapons here are fixed and cannot be pulled out."

"If even Senior Sister Lu can't pull it out, it's even more impossible for us. No wonder Wanxiandao dared to blatantly release the weapon tomb for us to see. Wanxiandao is not afraid at all that we will pull out all these immortal weapons." Kong Fengjun knew that there was no such easy thing in the world.

Those who first discovered the existence of the weapon tomb have not been able to remove a single immortal weapon until now.

It was right in front of them. If they pulled out one of the swords, they would possess a powerful magic weapon. But in the end, they could only watch and not touch.

Everyone's eyes turned red with anger, and they really wanted to move all these magical weapons away.

"Is it really impossible to pull it out?" Lei Xinyue looked around and was suddenly attracted by a sword.

This is a sword. The blade is neither black nor silver, but white. Half of it is in the ground, but the exposed part is intact. For some reason, she fell in love with this magical weapon at first sight.

"This magic weapon looks good."

Yu Zilang looked over and said, "According to my experience, the more complete the immortal weapon is, the harder it is to pull out. Your strength is the worst, so I advise you to..."

Lei Xinyue suddenly took several steps back and was stabilized by Jiao Yan who was standing behind her.

Yu Zilang stared in astonishment at the white fairy sword she pulled out of her hand. It was an intact fairy sword, and the half of the sword body that was inserted into the ground was still emitting a bright light.

This scene instantly stimulated everyone. They stopped talking and rushed out like crazy. They tried to pull out the magic weapon they saw. Those who couldn't pull it out immediately chose the next one. Slowly, some people actually pulled out their swords, but only a few could pull out the magic weapon. In the end, only a small number of people got the magic weapon.

The atmosphere gradually became weird.

Some people looked at those who possessed magical weapons with strange eyes.

"What is that?" Zhongli Tingzhou kicked open a half-open wooden door.

The wooden door was probably made of some special kind of log, and the inside was not corroded. After it flew out and hit a wall, it not only did not break, but also made a heavy sound.

Zhongli Tingzhou let out a sound of "hmm". Is this door really that hard? Although his kick seemed light, he actually used a lot of strength. Any wood that was slightly harder would have been broken. This door was kicked away by him directly because it was so old.

Although he thought so, he had no intention of going to see it. It is conceivable that if a door is made of such a special wood, the things inside must be very precious.

Zhongli Tingzhou walked in and kicked something with a clanging sound. He looked down and saw an axe that was casually thrown at the door. He picked it up, took a look at it, and pondered for a moment.

"Immortal weapon?"

He gripped the handle of the axe, and a wisp of black air emerged from his palm impatiently, penetrated into the axe, swam around, and soon came back. The axe, which was originally slightly shining, seemed to have lost its vitality and became dull.