Facing the dim and depressing clouds, Siyi has been walking on the vast grassland for nearly seven days and seven nights. There is always a constant scenery around her. The withered and decaying thatch fell on the ground in a row. The yellow and shattered earth is everywhere. However, the only advantage is that you don’t have to worry about food. The land here is so fragmented that you can easily dig open the loess and find some green thorns to fill your stomach.

Once the time goes by, I can tolerate these disgusting wild alien species. I will not vomit as soon as I first entered my mouth. Now I can eat them normally. Drink blood and eat meat, and barely maintain my livelihood.

Siyi still had a little bit of knowledge about this place before coming, but it all came from the classics in her family. The Medicine King's Mansion was passed down from ancient families, and many of them had great supernatural powers wanted to come here to explore it. Although they didn't know whether they were successful or not, they still left a few words and passed on to later generations.

The records are not detailed. The book once mentioned that these two poles were formed in unknown years and months, nor did they know that they were known to people. However, in ancient times, according to the monks who had traveled here, the size of this place was unimaginable.

The book says that a long time ago, a master from Kunlun Mountain was trampling through the void and ascending to the immortals. He wanted to come here to find out, so he relied on his own strength to open an entrance. As a result, he just stepped out of the crack in the space, and the karma fire from the Jiuyou Hell came to him. He almost burned his body and spirit, and quickly ran away in a panic. He also said that a famous Six Tribulation Immortal also came here to explore treasures. As a result, he encountered a cold wind. He didn't know how high the snow mountain was. Whether it was flying or climbing, he could not see the top of the mountain, so he had to return in disappointment.

What's more, it was said that after another great monk came in, he saw a beautiful scenery of the Jiangnan water town. He thought he had come to a paradise, so he lingered and stayed for a long time. Finally, he found that it was just a naturally formed mirage. He was still wandering around at the entrance, delaying more than a hundred years, and finally returned lonely.

Therefore, the ancestors in the family wrote in the book: There are many strange places at the two extremes, but by integrating the opinions of each family, we concluded that the entrances of the space are different, and the scenes we encounter are also different. For thousands of years, no one can find out what the square and radius are, and no one knows what the situation is. On the contrary, there are countless great supernatural powers that die in it. Therefore, the children in the family have no great supernatural powers and no great opportunities, be careful to enter, be careful to enter...

Siyi walked for seven days and encountered nothing. Except for the Qingzhe underground, she didn't even see a sound. So she thought to herself that there was nothing wrong with the classics in her family. The entrance was different, and the things she met were different. Maybe the prairie she was thrown into was different because the entrance was different from those ancient people. She was lucky. She did not encounter the karma fire of the rumored Nine Nether Hell. Otherwise, the mortal body would have burned a long time ago and even the bones were gone.

When his stomach felt hungry again, Siyi opened the loess and looked for some Qingzhe's belly. Based on his experience these days, he learned a lot. Qingzhe here is not aggressive and is somewhat different from things outside. Perhaps because of his lack of natural enemies, he became very weak and afraid of light. As long as he suddenly opened their nests, these things would inevitably become much slower when they saw the light. Taking this opportunity, he immediately grabbed the stones and hit their heads, and he could die on the spot.

Siyi used this method to deal with a half-large Qingzhe, raised the fire, and baked it slowly. Then he squeezed the excess blood into the water bag and used it as a source of water on the road. After it was cooked, he sat on the ground, drank blood, ate the tasteless barbecue, looked at the horizon silently, thinking about a way out in his heart.

The vastness of the grassland under my feet is amazing. I remember that when I fought against the Yuan and Mongolian Tatars on the grassland, it was not so big. The area here was probably a country. And I was probably the only creature nearby who could think about standing and walking. My mouth could not speak, so I became a mute, which made the surroundings even quieter. As for the roars in the distance, Siyi had also considered whether to follow the sound, but after listening for a long time, he could not find where these sounds came from.

I walked endlessly along the way, and I don’t know how many days I have walked, and I don’t know how many days I have passed by the outside world. When I walked to the point where I couldn’t even remember how long it had passed, Siyi finally saw something else.

At that time, Siyi was traveling as usual, walking on this wild grassland that could not even be blown into by the wind. Everything around seemed to be still. Gradually, she felt sleepy. It was probably at night that she walked towards a slightly larger stone as usual, preparing to lie down and sleep for a while. When she walked behind the burnt stone, she suddenly saw the incredible scene in front of her. She was so excited that she even tears were almost falling.

It turned out that behind this stone, there was a bone that had been weathered for a long time. There was no time, no change, and I don’t know how many days and nights I walked, and I couldn’t even see a hope. Now I saw a bone. This was really... I resisted the great excitement in my heart, Si Yi swept away the sleepiness just now, slowly knelt down, and checked the scene in front of me.

Siyi affectionately called it a friend in his heart. After all, it was considered a human being, but it happened a long time ago. This friend didn't know when he came here, and his body had long been weathered, leaving a skull and some messy tiny bones. When he touched his hand, it all scattered into dust.

The clothes have long disappeared, otherwise they could still know their origins with the marks and styles on the clothes. The only thing to be happy is that the land here has remained unchanged for thousands of years, and the things scattered around them are from the world of cultivation. Without the changes in the land, the body of the clothes can rot, but the things of the cultivator will not be buried.

There was a bamboo slip lying quietly under my feet. The bamboo slips of the cultivator were all smelted, and they were not easily damaged regardless of whether they were magic weapons or not. I loosened the rope on it and opened it. I looked at it carefully. It was simply not a magic weapon, but a piece of ordinary textual record similar to a note. Otherwise, with the mortal body like Siyi, there was no magic power, and it would be impossible to drive it.

Since the age has been long, the handwriting and text on it is no longer recognizable. The most hateful thing is that this person writes cursive script, which makes it even more difficult to read. However, cursive script also has the benefits of cursive script, and the writing speed is fast. More importantly, it can be seen that this person is at least from the Tang Dynasty, because cursive script evolved in the Tang Dynasty. Of course, in fact, the era of this person is not very important to the present, but he just knows a little nonsense.

The sloppy handwriting has long become vague after the evolution of time. Siyi has struggled to read it carefully, and the entire long bamboo slip can be identified by only a hundred words.

After reading it intermittently, I thought that after a while, I could make up some of the missing words in my heart with my own understanding, and probably understand it. What I can know now is that this person’s cultivation should not be very high, and he accidentally crashed into it through some unknown reasons. It was not his own willingness. He appeared on this wild grassland like himself. After entering, the strangeness here also appeared.

However, there are two important points mentioned in this text. One is that there are many strange things here. No matter whether you are a cultivator or not, after coming here, you cannot rely on the usual spiritual energy of heaven and earth to nourish your body as usual. Instead, you need to use ordinary food to replenish your physical strength. Cultivators will also feel hungry. At worst, they will suffer longer if they have higher cultivation levels, and those with lower cultivation levels will be hungry faster.

Siyi has experienced this point by himself. The spiritual energy here is very strange and cannot enter the body. As for the feeling of hunger, it is a pity that he is now a mortal body and does not know the feeling of a cultivator. However, it should be true, because it seems that this kid was starved to death. The article says: "The body's function has been greatly stagnated, and the feeling of hunger in his abdomen is getting worse, and the long-lost dizziness appears..." It seems that this kid is the first cultivator to starve here in history, not himself.

Another thing that made Si Yi’s eyes lit up. It said that at the last moment of his life and at the dying moment, he once felt a vague sound of metal collisions coming from one direction, which was different from the roars in the distance that he heard on weekdays. It was very clear, but I don’t know if it was an illusion.

This news is really critical. There is not even a fly here. Suddenly, there is a clear and audible metal sound, which seems to be traced. However, this direction is difficult to find. There is no distinction between east, west, south and north at all. How do you know where the sound came from? The bamboo slip said that before death, the man lay on the ground and pointed the bamboo slip in his hand at the direction of the sound so that he could express his unwillingness.

Based on the position of the skull, Siyi held the worn bamboo slip in his hand, lay down beside the skeleton, and put on a similar position, then found the direction. It seemed that this boundless journey finally had a definite goal.

He sighed silently in his heart. Meeting was fate. Although the first person died, he could not ignore it. Siyi had an absurd idea in his heart: this ancestor would definitely become famous in the world in the future, because he became the first cultivator to starve to death in history.

Stripping off these funny thoughts, Si Yi solemnly dug out a small pit on the ground, buried the bones in, and after filling them, he put the bamboo slip on it, and used the branches around him to draw that direction on the ground, and wrote carefully on the ground in regular script: "The bones have been buried, and it is not convenient to disturb them. I have already discovered the direction mentioned in the article, which is exactly this."

The scene here has remained unchanged for thousands of years, and it will not cover up the changes in the land when written on this land. As for this ancestor, after all, death is the greatest, and being buried in the land is the most peaceful.

After doing all this, Siyi started traveling again, but this time, in this deserted place, he finally found the direction and continued walking towards the dim yellow clouds that remained unchanged for thousands of years...
Chapter completed!