In the dark night sky, yellowed papers fell silently, as if danger and unsettling factors were approaching.
Wang Xuan took it in his hand and found it was paper money, something to be burned for the dead. He frowned and turned it over and over again.
Paper money fell from the dark night sky, some were half-burned, some were intact, and the paper was old, as if it was quite old.
Wang Xuan raised his head, looked at the starless sky, then looked at the village in front of him. The sudden appearance of the paper seemed a little strange, and he couldn't help but frown.
The village was dead and dark, not a single light was on in any house, and the silence was unsettling.
After Wang Xuan paused for a moment, he walked forward again. When he approached the village, he saw traces left by the years. It was too desolate, without a trace of human life.
This place is particularly cold and gloomy, giving people a very uncomfortable feeling. The buildings are dilapidated and some have collapsed. This is the style of a very ancient era.
The streets are empty, but they seemed very prosperous in the past. The ground is paved with bluestone slabs, and the crossroads are slightly sunken due to being trampled on.
Wang Xuan walked across the street and looked into the dark alley. He opened his spiritual eyes and stared carefully. Finally, he couldn't help but walked into a yard with a rotten gate on the side of the street.
The door of the house also collapsed. Wang Xuan entered the house but immediately came out. There were several corpses in the house. They were not rotten but dried up. They must have been there for at least hundreds of years.
Swish!
He was a spiritual being, and when the supermatter he emitted touched several corpses, they instantly disintegrated and disappeared like smoke and dust.
Just like that, what's going on? Wang Xuan looked again and again. These dead bodies were spiritual remnants, not real ancient corpses.
He went in and out of villages and towns and entered many houses. Most of them were empty, with nothing in them. Occasionally he would see some dried corpses, but they would disappear in an instant.
"This is a lifeless world. Thousands of years ago, there was nothing left. All the people were dead. What kind of place have I come to?"
Wang Xuan wanted to pass through the dark villages and towns and walk towards the bright area at the end of the earth to see what was there.
Suddenly, he felt a sense of horror and turned around abruptly, and saw a human-faced monster with black hair standing on end at the corner of the street, rushing towards him.
The speed was too fast. The pale human face, covered with black hair, cat-like body, blood at the corner of the mouth, looked a little scary, and was already close.
Wang Xuan kicked out in the air, and thunder burst out from the sole of his foot, illuminating the dark night sky, and shrill screams were heard in the silent villages and towns.
The cat with a human face shrank its body and quickly retreated. Half of its face was burnt and deformed. This was an extraordinary creature. Was it a spiritual body or a physical body? Even Wang Xuan frowned. It seemed to be somewhere in between?
In fact, this world made him somewhat doubtful: was it a purely spiritual world or a tangible real world?
He flew across the air, formed seals with his hands, changed rapidly, and used the secret methods in the Sakyamuni Sutra. In an instant, the Buddha's light shone everywhere, and the sacred golden light swept across the area.
The black cat with a human face howled loudly, like an evil ghost crying and roaring.
After being hit by the golden light, its black hair grew wildly and black mist emerged. It struggled hard, but in the end it exploded, blood and black mist filled the air, and finally it dissipated as a whole.
The entire street was quiet, and there was no sound in the village. Wang Xuan silently sensed everything here, and there was no living creature.
He walked forward and left the village. Soon he saw large pieces of withered yellow paper falling in the dark night sky, which gave a sense of history.
Who burned these paper money? Did they fall from the sky?
He was now in a spiritual state, floating up and flying towards the depths of the night sky, faster and faster, at a very fast speed. But he felt nothing but the piercing cold of the deep sky, as if he would never reach the end, and paper money was still falling from time to time.
Feeling a little uneasy, he stopped and decisively returned along the same path, falling towards the lifeless ground.
On the way, he looked at the end of the horizon, which was covered with a hazy halo, and there seemed to be a really huge city there.
"A huge city in ancient style?"
If it were normal spiritual perception, he would naturally not be able to see through it, but he had a spiritual eye that could capture the blurry scenery.
Wang Xuan set out on the road again and sped up, speeding along the dead land and flying close to the ground.
"Not a blade of grass grows here, all life is extinguished!" He saw some medicinal fields and some special grain fields along the way. They were like the extraordinary fields recorded in ancient books, but they were all deserted.
This world is a little scary. Large areas are without light and life. It used to be very prosperous, but now it’s inexplicably desolate.
When Wang Xuan sped up, the bright area was not very far away and he was getting closer.
On the way, he saw many deserted villages that were all abandoned, and soon he saw large areas of graves.
The land was too desolate, without any signs of life. Finally, we got close to the bright area and saw a big city in sight, grand and majestic. We could vaguely see soldiers on the city walls, wearing ancient armor.
Suddenly, Wang Xuan was shocked. He saw several dark shadows walking out of a deserted cemetery. The other party was startled and noticed him.
"Who is it?!" a middle-aged man shouted. He was in spiritual state.
Wang Xuan could naturally understand and talk to him, so he spoke naturally and calmly: "The same person as you."
Those men looked at each other. Some were wearing heavy armor, and some were wearing black and gold battle suits, all of which were armor that could protect the spiritual body.
Comparatively speaking, Wang Xuan was much more shabby, with only a few simple pieces of dark red metal armor on his body to protect his vital parts.
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