Desolation has never changed in my eyes, and silence has become a law. There is no change day and night, nor is there the alternation of the four seasons and the feeling of coldness. What remains is the endless word "eternity".

Everything seemed to be still, and even time seemed to have stopped. In this case, there was a negative thing that would breed, that is, "irritability". This emotion slowly manifested in Siyi's heart.

In the first few days, Si Yi was able to withstand strongly, but the longer the time, the more he could not withstand such silent test. He walked slowly on the grassland and subconsciously raised his hand to look. Looking at his fingernails, he rubbed off his nails in order to peel off the soil over the past few days, and his hands were filled with calluses.

But later, the unchanging environment here made the mood worse and worse. I wanted to shout a few times, but my throat had already broken. I raised my head and looked at the sky. Just by turning it up, I could not make any sound.

Finally, after leaving the remains, after many days and nights, Si Yi went crazy. It should be said that in his heart, he didn't know how far he had walked or how much time he had passed, his anxiety had occupied his heart. The joy of the remains had long disappeared. He ignored everything and ran around like a madman on the wild grassland, dancing his hands out of thin air, like a madman. The irritable mood finally broke through the critical point and exploded.

Now he is a mortal body, no better than a cultivator. Finally, his body felt tired and tired from running. Sweat gradually flowed down the bridge of his nose. His body finally fell down with a bang. He lay on the weeds. Si Yi was gasping for breath, closed his eyes tiredly, and slowly experienced the quietness around him at this moment, and fell asleep in a daze.

When Gululu's stomach and hunger woke him up, he opened his eyes and saw the unchanging scenery again. Siyi shook his head helplessly, stood up, then took off the loess, processed a green thorn, and then slowly baked it.

The temperature here is constant, as warm as March spring. However, when the fire was born, Siyi couldn't help but approach the fire, then held her knees and curled up into a ball. Because, at this time, the mighty Zhongyuan Bashu, who was in power and the hero who galloped on the battlefield, also needed a little warmth to seek comfort.

After eating, he carried his luggage and his numb eyes became stronger and stronger. I really don’t know when this day will be. Siyi continued to walk forward because he knew that now, he could only do this.

When irritability turns into madness and finally becomes numb, finally, the fate of the highest superior saw this poor mortal and gave him hope.

"Huh? That's..." Si Yi was shocked, because he saw a blurry figure appeared on the distant sky, as if something was standing in the sky. He was surprised in his heart, wrapped it tightly, and ran towards the black shadow.

When he ran closer, with a big breath of breath, Si Yi's eyes finally regained their vitality again, because the figure he saw from afar was actually a tree, a tree. This was the only living object on this wild grassland.

After looking at the big green tree far away, Siyi gradually slowed down, afraid that his movement would scare it, so she slowly walked over. When she walked to the tree and before she could appreciate the tree beside her, Siyi was stunned by the scene in front of her.

The pits of all sizes are covered with the ground, and the deepest one is several feet deep and cannot be seen. Si Yi knows this scene very well. It was bombarded by Taoism, and someone has fought with the Dharma here.

Si Yi had long ignored the big tree. With a "thump", he jumped down a pit and looked carefully. Through the traces, he could see that time should have passed for a long time, at least not caused by the past century. As for the strength of the casting person, it can only be said to be very huge, because even in his heyday, he could not create such a scene. What kind of strength is this?

At the bottom of the pit, he kicked something casually, and squatted down, touched the land with his hands, and then pulled out a long strip of things with his mouth and blew away the dust. After a closer look, it turned out to be a broken sword. Siyi studied it carefully with interest.

The spirit of this broken sword has long been lost, and it falls into the dust at will. With the all-inclusive classics in his home, it can still be seen that the texture should be a piece of "ice iron" bred from the best Wannian Fire Coral in the South China Sea. Si Yi knew this texture, this feeling, and the person who can come up with such materials must be extraordinary, and at least he is a senior who has not been in the tribulation for a while.

He threw the broken sword on the ground and looked around. He had no gains, so he climbed out of the big pit with difficulty, then jumped into another pit, and carefully searched on the ground.

Sure enough, a short while ago, I saw a piece of scattered metal. It was the raw material of Xisha's "Rain Silver" and its value was extraordinary. In this way, I crawled in and out of several pits and found many pieces of magic weapons, flying swords, which were worthless. Because the main body was broken, these things had long become worthless garbage and scrap iron. However, it was strange that this was obviously not a person's, but a lot of people, because it was obvious that the pattern marks on these things were from various sects or families.

Those who can be recognized include two sects of the righteous and demons. As for the other signs, they are not recognized. Perhaps because of their age. Now it seems that this is definitely not a single head, at least dozens of great monks have fought in armed battles. As for whether to fight against the enemy together or fight in internal battles with each other, it is not clear. However, one thing is very clear, that is, many of them are natal magic weapons, and the master probably died on the spot.

Traces of this scale are endless for hundreds of miles, which is absolutely unusual. If you think about it like this, then the monk who remains before his death should have heard the sound of metal collision from the earth-shaking battle that was born here.

Si Yi was at the bottom of the pit, and she had nothing to do anyway, so she sat down and guessed the scene of that year. Such a scene could be recalled at the first time that these great monks had made an appointment to visit the treasure, but they had an unknown battle, because the two poles were very dangerous and well-known. It was normal for them to make an appointment with friends to come, but this was never heard of the stories of dozens of great monks coming to the two poles at the same time in history, and the classics at home were not recorded.

As for what he had born after coming in, Siyi began to infer that he might have encountered some wild beasts. After all, in a place where he even stayed in a closed door to see guests, it would be normal if a wild beast with great power emerged. But this idea was rejected on the spot because there was no trace of animals related to animals. The scene here only shows that humans and humans were fighting, so what had they born? After so many years, I can't guess just by imagining.

Suddenly I remembered that there was a big tree with lush branches and leaves not far away? This is the key, why is there such a thing in this place where vitality is cut off? Siyi hurriedly crawled out of the cave and came to the beginning of the big tree.

This big tree, like a weathered old man, silently looked at the battlefields in front of him. The tree was as thick as a bucket, as many as dozens of feet high, with branches and leaves lush, like a giant umbrella. The vibrant green is hard to believe that it is growing on the wild grassland under your feet. Siyi walked around and couldn't help but feel surprised. In addition to the human body itself, there are two things in this world that he is most familiar with, namely plants and animals, because these are passed down from generation to generation by the Medicine King's Mansion. It is through these things that the Medicine King's Mansion can create famous medicines for living dead people, flesh and bones. However, Siyi couldn't name the tree in front of him, and it was not in his memory at all.

With doubts, Siyi boldly climbed up the treetops and wanted to look carefully. Standing on the branch, he stretched out his hand and picked a leaf. It was an ordinary oval shape, no difference. When he smelled it with his nose, there was a faint fragrance of grass and trees. When he twisted it with his hand, there was a faint water stain on the palm of his hand. This is the most surprising thing. In this environment, how can such trees absorb water?

Siyi stuck out her tongue and licked it. A long-lost cool feeling surged into her heart. She was overjoyed and quickly pulled off a handful of green leaves, twisted her hands hard, squeezed out a few drops of clear spring and fell into her mouth. Her mouth, which had been drinking blood for a long time, was suddenly stimulated by the clear water. That feeling was so excited that even tears were almost coming out. After so long, she finally took a sip of normal water.

However, the origin and name of this tree, and how it grew, are still a mystery and can't be guessed thoroughly. Siyi jumped off the tree and looked at the things in front of her, which became even more puzzling. It seems that the key is those who once fought here. They should have known what they would have known, otherwise the place where they would not have fought was so close to the tree.

The pits in front of me vary in size, but Si Yi can only enter some small ones. After all, they are mortal bodies now. If they enter those too deep big holes, they may not be able to climb out. Standing in the middle of this battlefield, Si Yi silently wondered whether to take risks and find a way to go to the largest cave and see what traces there are, but most of them are some broken magic weapon fragments. Once you go down, you may not be able to get up. You hesitate for a long time.

Finally, I gritted my teeth and decided to go there. This was the only hope. I hope that these predecessors could leave something for me. I casually looked for a big pit with a seemingly gentler terrain and went down the steep wall of the cave step by step to the bottom of the pit.

This pit is not the deepest, but it is dozens of feet. I have worked hard to rub the surface of my body and skin to reach the bottom. In the dim light, I finally gained something. It is a human remains. Like the first cultivator in history whom I met before, it has been weathered for many years. When I touched my hand, it turned into ashes. However, not far away, in the scattered things, Siyi still found a bamboo slip. This kind of bamboo slip that can be used for not being destroyed for thousands of years is really a great help.

Unlocking the rope, Siyi gave her a breath. Fortunately, this senior used regular script during his lifetime. It took a little longer and became much blurred, but at least he didn't have to be as laborious as reading cursive script.

Under the harsh conditions, Siyi sat on the ground and studied carefully. Her eyes moved down the text, and her expression became more and more amazing...
Chapter completed!