Man is in the midst of the mysteries of the spirit, and the flesh is infinitely deduced

As soon as he finished speaking, a dark figure slowly walked out of the peach forest in front.

This person was shrouded in a black robe, with only half of his wrinkled face showing. His temperament was deep and dirty, like the void above the sky.

When he saw the old man, Jian Laogui's hair stood on end, as if he was facing a formidable enemy.

The aura of the old man in black robe was almost completely integrated with the void, making it impossible to tell whether he had been contaminated by the void and turned into an irrational monster.

The old man looked at Anle quietly and sighed, "You are here."

Anle responded softly: "Yes, I'm back."

"Then please follow me."

The old man turned around and walked deeper into the peach forest.

Anle followed behind him, silent.

Upon seeing this, the Void Refining cultivators who had been secretly paying attention to this area were all greatly surprised. Those who had been speculating about An Le's identity had already made up their minds.

This gravekeeper is very famous in Tianyuan. He is very powerful, but also extremely mysterious.

Any monk who entered that restricted area would be beaten up by him and thrown out. The lighter ones would have to recuperate for several months, while the heavier ones would not be able to recover for hundreds of years.

But for ordinary cultivators who are engaged in life-and-death battles, such means are actually quite mild.

Therefore, there are still many monks who want to explore this restricted area, but they all failed without exception.

The strength of the gravekeeper is beyond people's expectations. Over the years, no one has been able to reach the depths of the restricted area, and the identity of the old gravekeeper has become a mystery. The monks only know that he is very old and is being eroded by the void all the time.

As time went by, the gravekeeper became more and more brutal, and reason seemed to be leaving him.

Once, when several Void-Refining Monks were exploring the restricted area, the gravekeeper destroyed their cultivation. Since then, no one has dared to enter the restricted area.

The Lianxu monks speculated that the gravekeeper had fallen into madness due to the pollution of the void, and his body and mind were sliding towards an uncontrollable abyss.

Therefore, at this time, people were very surprised to see that the gravekeeper and Anle were getting along peacefully.

Anle followed the gravekeeper for a while and saw a stone tablet standing in the peach forest with the words "Zaohua Palace, the Tomb of Zhengqing Tiangong" written on it.

Old Ghost Jian was slightly startled. He had heard of this name before. This person was the first generation disciple after the Creation Palace was founded. He had helped other top forces in the world to repair their sect’s palaces. In the current Tianjian Palace, there is still a palace built by this predecessor, with his signature on it.

In the past, there were many examples of the six palaces in the world helping each other and exchanging ideas with each other, which made Old Ghost Jian have some impression of this name.

"Is this Zhengqing Tiangong buried in the abyss?"

Jian Laogui was a little puzzled: "Why have I never heard of it before..."

He didn't know much about the secret past tens of thousands of years ago. He had only heard some fragments and knew that a major event had happened many years ago, in which many famous and powerful refining masters disappeared out of thin air. This Zheng Qing Tian Gong seemed to be a person of that era.

Just as Old Ghost Jian was about to take a closer look at the stone tablet, he suddenly became stunned.

Not far behind the stone tablet, there was another stone tablet standing there, engraved with "Tianjian Palace, Xuan Qiubai's Tomb."

Old Ghost Jian's whole body was shaking violently. Unlike Zheng Qing Tian Gong, this Xuan Qiu Bai was an orthodox sword practitioner from Tian Jian Palace. He could be said to be one of Old Ghost Jian's ancestors!

He quickly looked further away and saw more stone tablets, a large number of them, all engraved with different names.

The more Old Ghost Jian read, the more frightened he became. The names on the stone tablet were all of powerful cultivators who were once famous. Some of them were geniuses who created an era, some belonged to the twelve major forces in the world, and some belonged to sects that had been destroyed in history.

They were the most dazzling stars of that era!

But now, the tombstones of these people stand here like a stone forest, silent, solemn and dead.

Jian Laogui sighed and said, "So, this is the truth about this forbidden land."

Anle looked at the stele forest in front of him, searching among them, and soon saw that in the center of the stele forest, there was an exceptionally tall stone stele with the words written on it -

"The principal of the Great Zhou Academy, the tomb of Tianren Mountain!"

Next to this stone tablet, there are several other stone tablets, all engraved with names that Anle is familiar with, such as Zhongxu, Tiexuan, Zen Master Niansuan... and many old friends he met during the Great Zhou Dynasty.

If there were no newly sprouted peach trees, this forest of steles would be even more desolate, without any breath of life, only the deep void and the heavy earth.

And this old man has been guarding here for countless years!

Not only Jian Laogui, Hong Yingxue was also surprised by this scene, and at the same time felt a sense of sadness.

Will I never see those old friends again?

At this time, the gravekeeper turned around, his eyeballs jumped out of his eye sockets, and numerous fine tentacles emerged from under his eyelids impatiently, as if wanting to devour everything they saw.

He didn't care. He reached out to push his eyeballs back into their sockets and looked at Anle silently.

Anle frowned and said, "Your Dao injury was left in the void?"

He looked at the gravekeeper's body covered in a black robe. Under the black robe there was a very strong breath of void, and there were things like tentacles moving under the robe. It was obvious that the void had already corroded the old man deeply.

"It's just an old problem, nothing serious."

The gravekeeper said calmly, with a kind of indifference that showed he didn't care about his own life: "I should have died a long time ago anyway."

Then, he said with a tone that sounded like he was crying and laughing: "Daozu Wuxu, you are too late."

"As you can see, we failed."

An Le remained calm and said, "No, it's not too late. We haven't failed."

His voice was soft, but extremely firm.

The old gravekeeper was stunned when he heard this, and then he laughed as if he had heard an extremely funny joke: "Hahaha, not too late? Not too late?"

"My master, uncle, and sister... they were all top warriors in the world back then, the most outstanding geniuses, but what happened? None of them came back, not even one of them!"

He laughed so hard that his belly was spinning, so wildly that tears flowed from his eyes. His body under the black robe kept deforming and swelling huge, as if it was about to turn into a horrible monster.

"And the reason I'm still alive is because I'm a deserter! I was injured in the void, so Master sent me back. I was the only one who survived at that time. Do you understand? It was someone like me who survived!"

"Now, you say...it's not too late?"

The changes under the old man's black robe became more and more violent. Thick tentacles emerged from the collar and cuffs of his robe, pressing down towards Anle with terrifying momentum.

But just as he was about to touch Anle, the old man's body suddenly shrank like a deflated ball and he knelt in front of Anle.

He finally broke down in tears and muttered, "We've lost. We've already lost..."

Anle looked at the hunchbacked old man, but his faith was not shaken at all. He consoled him, "You have done very well."

The gravekeeper stared at him in a daze, as if he didn't understand why his expression remained unchanged and his determination remained unwavering.

"child."

Anle continued, “The difficulties we faced back then were far more desperate than today.”

"I once lost my faith and wanted to give up struggling, but I managed to get through it and made it through the desperate situation. Since then, I've understood that success depends on human effort!"

"As long as there's a glimmer of hope for success, I'm going to do it."

His words were so deafening that not only the gravekeeper, but even Old Ghost Jian was shocked and felt respect.

The gravekeeper suddenly understood why the man in front of him was hailed as the Taoist Patriarch and why his master respected him so much.

At this time, Anle smiled and said, "Besides, how do you know that people who go deep into the void will definitely perish?"

"There are empty graves under these tombstones, right?"

The old gravekeeper's heart was shaken, and a faint light flashed in his eyes: "You mean..."

Anle looked around and saw that next to the stone tablet engraved with Zhongxu's name, there was an unnamed stone tablet and an empty coffin.

The gravekeeper was no longer as crazy as before, and took the initiative to say: "I am Zhongxu's disciple. This tombstone and coffin are prepared by me for myself."

"Then you should call me Grandmaster."

Anle said to him, "Stretch out your hand."

The gravekeeper was a little hesitant. He was so deeply infected by the void that he was worried that the void pollution would bring disaster to Anle.

"You're just as unhappy as your master."

Anle cursed with a smile, and the invisible magic power moved the gravekeeper's body and took his hand out.

When the old gravekeeper came into contact with this magical power, his face changed slightly. He was a remnant of the cultivators from the last era and still maintained his realm back then. That was why he was invincible throughout the world. But in front of this profound magical power, he was like a child who had just learned to walk and had no ability to fight back.

"hiss……"

The moment he saw the gravekeeper's arm under his black robe, Old Ghost Jian couldn't help but take a breath.

The arm was dry like the bark of a tree that had been dead for more than ten years, with black scales and wrinkles, and even tiny tentacles clinging to it. This was a change caused by the pollution of the void.

It's not just his arms, the old man's entire body is covered with such strange tissues.

Just as many cultivators in Tianyuan guessed, the gravekeeper was about to lose control completely, and there wasn't much time left.

Anle moved his mind, and the Void Demon Armor covered his palm and touched the gravekeeper's arm.

In an instant, the secret power of the void surged into the magic armor, but the absorption efficiency was not high.

The Void Demon Armor, an item that Anle once relied on very much, gradually failed to keep up with the growth of his strength, and its chances of appearing became increasingly fewer.

But Anle now thinks that it is somewhat similar to the way the void pollutes the human body, except that the void magic armor is more controllable and has almost no side effects.

"Perhaps... I can use the void to transform this magic armor again?"

While Anle was thinking, the gravekeeper withdrew his hand and said, "Grandmaster, I know my body well."

"Your method may make me feel better, but it is only a temporary solution. Besides, I have lived for so many years, and it is time for me to die."

Anle was not so pessimistic, he just said: "Please wait for a few days."

"I want to practice here, please help me protect the Dharma."

The gravekeeper nodded in agreement.

After the gloomy old man left, Hong Yingxue asked curiously, "Anle, are you sure Zhongxu and the others are still alive?"

Anle shook his head and said frankly: "I'm not sure."

Anle looked in the direction where the gravekeeper left and said softly, "I'm just giving him a glimmer of hope. Otherwise, he will die of self-destruction before the void completely destroys him."

Hong Yingxue seemed to understand and nodded.

Anle hadn't said another word yet. This hope was also the one he left for himself.

After sending the old sword ghost away with a few words, Anle sat cross-legged in front of the stele forest and practiced meditation.

After the number of deductions was refreshed, Anle opened the panel.

【Begin deduction! 】

[On the first day, you activated the magical power left by Zhongxu and moved forward towards the endless void.]

[But Zhongxu's coordinates became blurred over time, and you lost your direction. ]

【You are lost in the void.】

[Day 36131, you died. 】

Chapter 362

In front of the Forest of Steles.

Anle opened his eyes, a hint of confusion flashed across his eyes, but he quickly returned to normal.

He sighed softly, "So it's been nearly a hundred years?"

Anle was lost in the void during the deduction. He was surrounded by endless and deep darkness, so that he could hardly feel the passage of time. He also had no sense of having spent a hundred years. It was as if he had just had an extremely long dream.

When I wake up from a dream, I can't help feeling as if I'm in another world.

However, Anle's faith in the Tao is now much stronger than before. In just a moment, he suppressed his strange emotions and summarized the gains from this deduction.

Anle was not actually surprised that the coordinates left by Zhongxu were invalid. After all, so many years had passed, and some unpredictable changes must have occurred in the void, ranging from small invasions by void creatures to large riots by void secret forces, all of which could affect the accuracy of the coordinates.

But in the void where there is no reference point, a slight mistake can lead to a huge error, and peace and happiness will be lost.

At this point, Anle could also understand why many cultivators practiced in Tianyuan for several years but did not dare to set foot into the void.

At least he had a vague coordinate for reference, and had the support of the world's best cultivation strength, but he still couldn't reach the other side of the void. If an ordinary cultivator rushed in like a headless fly, he would be doomed to die without a burial place.

"For ordinary cultivators, the road ahead in the void has indeed been cut off."

Anle's eyes flickered, and he thought to himself, "Is this a natural evolution in the void, or is it the work of the gods?"

He doesn't know the answer to this question yet.

Although the current situation seems very bad, Anle is very calm and not discouraged at all.