"Name? I forgot, but that's not important! "

The old man smiled faintly. His illusory silhouette suddenly shattered, turning into specks of light and dissipating into the air. His voice reverberated in the stone hall and lingered there for a long time.

"Sigh!"

Ling Yun sighed in his heart, he could understand the elder's feelings.

That's right, even if he could be considered to be in the prime of his glory, it had already been tens of thousands of years. Even if he said his name, perhaps no one in the world would still remember him.

Also, the Temple that he had lived in for most of his life no longer existed in this world, disappearing in the passing of time, and felt that he should do the same!

Ling Yun silently bowed towards the old man's corpse, and bowed respectfully.

Then he went up and dug a hole not too far away from the old man. He put the old man's corpse into it and covered it with a piece of yellow soil. Then, he erected a Wordless Monument.

Although he knew that this could only be considered a form of internal consolation, because not long from now, the Myriad Beast Temple's mystic realm would collapse. And how could this place possibly survive?

However, he still did it without any hesitation.

It wasn't that he hadn't thought of taking the old man's corpse out of the secret realm and burying it.

However, since he understood the old man, he also understood that his wish was to be buried here.

Born in Si, grow in Si, sleep in Si!

"This is for you!" Ling Yun threw the praying mat that the old man was sitting on to Qin Feng as he spoke.

This praying mat had lasted for tens of thousands of years and had not been turned into dust, proving that it was no ordinary object. It was also a place for quasi-Saint realm experts to cultivate day and night.

"Let's go!" Ling Yun strode towards the exit of the stone hall, with Ling'er and Qin Feng following closely behind.

"Where are we going?" Ling'er asked softly. The three of them, with Ling Yun as their leader, followed his command.

"Let's go to the Hall's Pill Artifact Hall first!" That's the place with the most treasures, excluding the Compendium Pavilion. " Ling Yun said while smiling.

As the name implied, the Pill Artifact Hall was the place where the Spirit Treasures and Spirit Pills were stored. This kind of place had always been an important and heavily guarded place for the sect.

"Do you know where the Pill Artifact Hall is?" Qin Feng asked curiously.

"En!" Ling Yun nodded slightly.

"Damn you, Lingyun. Since you know about such a good place like Pill Artifact Hall, you actually made us take so many detours!" Qin Feng snorted as he punched Ling Yun in the chest.

"I just found out from teacher." Ling Yun rolled his eyes at him in annoyance, and said speechlessly.

The last message the old man passed on was a map. It was a map of the Ten Thousand Beast Temple, with the various peaks of the sect marked on it.

With this map, they would be able to avoid many detours and travel to places with many treasures.

As for where those disciples were staying, forget it, even though those disciples had their own lucky chances.

However, it was impossible for them to search everywhere. In a great holy land, there were tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of disciples. It was unknown just how long it would take to find all of them.

However, where the core disciples and the Holy Maiden were, it was still necessary to go once.

Knowing the map, Lingyun and the other two did not stop to search for it. They stepped onto Ling'er's fire bird made of spiritual energy and flew into the air, heading straight for the Ten Thousand Beast Temple's Pill Artifact Hall.

Along the way, they were in the middle of the air. They looked down at the ground that was covered in deep ravines and surrounded by demonic energy. They sighed in their hearts and saw a portion of the palace buildings that were still intact, but they didn't stop.