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"This place is so old..."

Yunxi, holding Tuntun, couldn't help but frown.

Yes, it's very old.

Compared to the brightly colored temple above, below lies a lifeless ruin.

The walls and bricks were all grayish-white, so it's no wonder that some of the judges who saw the photo stone couldn't recognize it.

Cheng Jiangui frowned, but his gaze cleared up in an instant.

"What's wrong?" asked the sect leader of the Wind and Thunder Sect.

He stroked his chin. "I don't know if I'm right."

Cheng Jiangui recalled everything he had seen above the cliff, including the monk.

"I always feel like there's not much life or energy up there."

The sect leader of the Wind and Thunder Sect asked again, "What do you mean?"

"The Wuxiang Temple Secret Realm once experienced a disaster," Cheng Jiangui said.

This is something that everyone knows.

Cheng Jiangui thought, "This should be the real Wuxiang Temple."

It is the Musō-ji Temple, which was gradually forgotten by the world after experiencing disaster.

The sect leader of the Wind and Thunder Sect was instantly terrified and asked in a low voice, "What about up there?"

"The Will of the Mystic Realm"

Cheng Jiangui thought for a moment,

Among the sect leaders, he had ventured into the most secret realms, witnessing the defeat of the Witch Spirit Clan and even stealing the little stone monster's underwear.

Because of his carefree lifestyle, he has had an exceptionally rich life experience. At this moment, only he can draw a completely new conclusion based on his years of experience.

Although the sect leader of the Wind and Thunder Sect felt it was somewhat outrageous, he couldn't think of a better explanation at the moment.

Everything is uncertain right now, so the referees can only obediently stand by and watch how the kids make their way in the world.

The sect leader of the Wind and Thunder Sect rubbed his temples and said, "Let's take a look first!"

The group successfully entered the temple.

We were forced to stop as soon as we entered.

What came into view was a ground covered in bloodstains. Even after being submerged in water and exposed to the passage of time, the color was still shocking.

Qi Jue first put the little stone monster back.

Even though the boy saw this place as full of flowers, he still felt a sense of awe and frowned almost imperceptibly: "It seems like there was a very cruel story here."

Everyone felt the same way.

Su Yuanshuang's position was somewhat off-center. If you compared her position with the others doing tasks above, she should be very close to Shen Tingsong.

There's a small side door in the corner; in the world above, that door is blocked by a high wall.

Su Yuanshuang approached and quietly pushed open the small door.

The shattered bones piled up like mountains, with some rotting flesh underneath, and blood flowing like a river.

Ye Jin subconsciously pulled her back a little.

Seeing such a scene, one can't help but sigh.

"These people should be the monks who originally lived in the temple."

Xie Mo said lightly, "I've heard that a long time ago, many people chose to live directly in the secret realm to avoid war, and Wuxiang Temple was one of them."

Fortunately, when Cheng Jiangui was first kicked over by the Fenglei Sect Master, he vaguely mentioned the name of Wuxiang Temple. Before the trial began, Xie Mo looked it up.

"Those monks guarded a secret treasure, hiding in this world."

But later,

The monk went out to buy supplies and brought back a group of refugees, thus exposing his whereabouts.

The entire Wuxiang Temple Secret Realm fell into the hands of the demon race.

"Indeed... I've heard about these things too." The Grand Elder of the Medicine King Sect vaguely recalled the same thing.

"So, what we're seeing now are all ancestors who died at Wuxiang Temple many years ago?" Yunxi asked.

It's all just speculation; no one can give a definitive answer.

Ye Jin pursed his lips, a small flame igniting in his palm as he gently touched the white bones.

The tiny flame was sent into the bones, burning gently, bit by bit.

Unlike his previous foolish arson, the flames the boy delivered this time carried a sense of respect for the dead.

A viewer murmured, "Indeed, Nightfall is a very gentle child."

Sometimes, arson is done to protect oneself.

Sometimes it's for...

Sending our predecessors on their final journey.

The flames slowly grew larger, but the smoke and dust dissipated accordingly.

……

Above.

Shen Tingsong had just seen a monk off when he was surprised to find that after the monk thanked him, his figure gradually disappeared.

The cycle seems to have been broken somewhere.

"So that's how it is."

The audience, however, understood somewhat: "What those alchemists were actually rescuing were the undead monks generated in the secret realm."

The salvation that the dead yearn for is not superficial redemption, but rather...

The liberation of the soul.

"Now that some people have left, can the sword cultivators also leave?" a spectator asked.

Besides the monk's soul, some contestants who were injured in the accident were also treated.

Seeing this, Bai Lai ran to the door and bumped into it.

As a result, he bumped into something and got completely dizzy.

"It still doesn't work..."

Bai Lai propped her little head up, looking somewhat annoyed.

"Never mind, never mind!" Shi Baizhou, who was busy all day, finally managed to squeeze in a few moments to wink at Bai Lai, seemingly having found his place, and volunteered, "Since we can't get out anyway, let's help out!"

Several young sword cultivators who were participating in the competition surrounded the alchemist, helping the monks to queue up and passing alchemy pills to the alchemist. Even though they couldn't go out at this time, they were having a lot of fun.

Yao He said, "Do you think it's possible that the missions in this secret realm are all part of one whole?"

Yao An'an tilted her head and stretched out her chubby little hand in his direction: "Brother, what does 'one body' mean?"

Yao He didn't know how to describe this feeling, so he patted Yao An'an's little head.

After a long while, it was the Yao family head who helped him answer the question.

"Everyone's task is the same."

The Musou-ji Secret Realm is a unique cooperative battle.

The mountain of corpses was quickly burned to ashes.

Beneath the numerous corpses, Nightfall noticed a small object and walked over, slightly stunned.

He bent down and picked it up.

In her palm, there was a small stone of varying size and shape, also with strange patterns, and made of the same material as Yunxi's.

But when the two stones are placed together, they cannot be pieced together.

Xie Mo analyzed, "There should be other stones; let's look again."

The group left the side room and pushed open the door to the main hall.

The broken head of the Buddha statue fell off and was smashed all over the ground.

The main hall was a mess, and all the sculptures that could be seen were broken.

The huge stone wall behind the Buddha statue was covered with many sword cuts.

What the blade left behind was a huge demonic symbol.