The altar was empty except for the prayer mat; it was unclear whether it had been taken by the Queen Mother and others, or if it was always like that.
"What will happen if I sit on it?" Yaochi murmured to herself. "Will I travel through time and see the Dao Ancestor? Or perhaps, will the scene of the Dao Ancestor preaching be recreated?"
There was no wind inside the palace, but Yang Qinglan's hair swayed slightly as she sensed her surroundings.
Nothing was gained.
They seemed to be just seven ordinary prayer mats.
"Try sitting on it." She took the first step, her long dress billowing like the beautiful lake water on the shore.
"Hmm?" As she approached the first futon, she suddenly noticed that there were words on the ground.
"What's wrong?" Yaochi quickly caught up, and then she and Yang Qinglan were both surprised.
Yaochi is only a thin veil away from becoming an Earth Immortal, and Yang Qinglan has already completely crossed the threshold between Human Immortal and Earth Immortal, entering the inner sanctum. For the two of them, it's like being at ten times the speed of sound, and if they deliberately look, they can even clearly see whether a grain of rice a thousand meters away is cooked or raw.
But the two were only slightly surprised, not unexpected.
This palace is the domain of the Dao Ancestor. Not to mention them, even celestial beings who can see atoms clearly (one billionth of a meter is one nanometer, and an atom is only about 0.1 nanometers in size) can only turn a blind eye if the Dao Ancestor does not want to.
"What is written?" Yaochi stepped forward again.
The handwriting looked as if it had been carved on with a finger.
This platform floats—or perhaps even suppresses—in the chaotic energy, its hardness unimaginable. Who left these words?
The Daoist patriarch himself had no need to do such a thing; it was the people who had heard the Dao in the past.
【die】
"Death?" The two exchanged a glance.
Yaochi quickened her pace and arrived at the second prayer mat. The prayer mat was placed crookedly, obscuring part of the writing, as if the person who carved the writing had hurriedly gotten up and fled after finishing.
You don't need to kick away the prayer mat to know what's written on it.
It is also a single character.
【escape】
Countless speculations arose in their minds, especially after the events involving the Lord of Light, the King of Wind and Light, and the Queen Mother.
If even celestial beings can devise strategies, why can't sages?
If he is a saint...
The two walked silently to the third prayer mat.
I have become a saint.
Each character is deeply embedded in the stone, its sharpness fully revealed. It doesn't resemble characters, but rather a series of talismanic swords that have already been activated, making one's heart tremble with fear.
The last word, "了," in particular, stung their eyes and made them feel dizzy.
Just a few words were enough to make even immortals and mortals unable to look at them!
“It’s fake.” Yang Qinglan looked away, gently pinching the bridge of her nose with the hand that wasn’t holding the Ruyi to relieve the discomfort. “If she really became a saint, the words she wrote couldn’t be only this level.”
Yaochi placed her right middle finger on her brow and gently massaged it: "Should we continue? I'm afraid something unexpected might happen."
Despite the curse of the 'Ancient God', their future is bright. They have peaches of immortality and fine wine waiting for them to enjoy, hot springs made from the Fountain of Youth, and five stars as their territory to support them.
Even if one doesn't crave pleasure, there's no need to take a risk greater than the heavens here—the heavenly position is almost equivalent to the heavens as understood by ordinary people, and a sage is naturally greater than the heavens.
Yang Qinglan also hesitated.
This is not a game of value; there is nothing they absolutely have to do, and there is no guarantee that adventure will bring rewards.
"Let me take another look. If there's a problem, we'll leave." She took out a candle just in case.
“Give it to me,” Yaochi said. “You may be so bewitched that you don’t have time to ignite it. I’m watching you.”
Yang Qinglan handed the candle to her and then went up to her.
The moonlight swirled around her, and the Ruyi scepter emitted a soft white glow in her arms.
[To become God or to die; there is no third possibility.]
strangeness.
It is not the ancient Xia language, but a new font that looks like a pattern;
Furthermore, why use the word 'God'? This is the highest-ranking deity in the West. In the cultivation system of the Xia Kingdom, 'God' refers to the Jade Emperor. In the current context, it is impossible for it to refer to the Jade Emperor in the Heavenly Realm.
"What's wrong?" Yaochi's slightly worried voice came from behind.
"It's nothing," Yang Qinglan said, still lost in thought.
Yaochi glanced at Yang Qinglan, who was deep in thought, then at the third prayer mat, and with a whoosh, blew on the candle to light it.
Yang Qinglan turned around with a slight surprise, finding it somewhat amusing, but said nothing. If she were in her shoes, she would probably be just as cautious.
Yaochi, holding a candle, came up and was equally puzzled by the message left behind by the third prayer mat.
If Li Changzhou were here, he wouldn't be puzzled. He had already learned from Guanyin that there had only ever been one sage on Earth. The East and the West were indeed two completely different systems, but they were both attempts by the same sage.
A certain Western deity once visited this place.
Almighty God refers to a 'saint'.
"Let's go!" Yaochi had expended her energy to light the candle, so she naturally didn't want to waste it.
The two walked toward the fourth prayer mat, and the candles burned faster, like the progress bar of a song that lasts three minutes and twenty-one seconds.
There are no specific characters after the tuanpu, just a few strokes of scribbles as if one were thinking without any ideas, which can make one feel nauseous and vomit at a glance.
Glancing at the candles, Yaochi, undisturbed, said, "Let's go see the fifth one."
I will definitely become a saint.
call!
The candle was almost completely burned; it didn't look like it was burning at all, but rather like it had been chopped off with a sword.
Their hearts nearly jumped out of their throats.
Yaochi felt even more breathless; this was even more oppressive than stealing the Queen Mother's peach tree in the Heavenly Palace.
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