In the quiet valley, the river of blood rolls.

In the deepest part of the valley island, white light shines like a galaxy.

The forty-nine eternal lamps are like a famous guard, standing quietly beside the ancient road, emitting wisps of divine light.

The lights were dim and white. In the echo of the blood river and the waning moon, it seemed that the eternal light, the size of a palm, looked unique.

The dim lights are yellowed in white. When you look at them from close range, you look miserable and miserable.

Wan Guiyuan and the other two stood in front of the eternal light and remained silent for a long time.

Long-lasting brightness, long-lasting life!

The ancients liked to use homophonics to mean something, so they named this lamp the eternal lamp.

However, living people do not see the lights, and the lights will not go out after death. This is the best interpretation of the eternal lamp.

This lamp is not for living people, but for serious cemeteries.

However, ordinary tombs are just a bright lamp, and even kings, princes, generals and ministers only use seven.

This is an unwritten rule, and no one has exceeded the number seven in many years.

As for the forty-nine cups that Wan Guiyuan saw now, he had never heard of.

Wan Guiyuan was really shocked to take the extreme numbers of heaven and earth and set up such a grand scene and eternal formation.

Who did it?

If you guess correctly, this person who ignites the eternal light is definitely a stubborn person, and what he pursues is even more incomprehensible to ordinary people.

"It's so luxurious?"

The old monster beside him seemed to have become more courageous after coming out of the blood river. He walked forward and stared at an eternal lamp, showing a look of surprise.

He turned around and sighed at Wan Guiyuan, then pointed at the wick that was emitting white dizziness with one hand and said, "Do you know what this wick is made of?"

Wan Guiyuan was slightly stunned. The old monster didn't talk about this, he had never thought about the material of the eternal light. He looked in the direction of the old monster's finger and opened his mouth in surprise.

"Is this Fengyu?"

Wan Guiyuan frowned and stared at the wick as thin as a cicada wing for a long time before looking at the old monster and asking.

"It should be true."

The old monster nodded and couldn't help but sigh.

The four ancient divine beasts, the blue dragon and white tiger, and the vermilion bird and black twilight.

This is a recognized divine beast. Legend has it that they are descendants of ancient gods and the blood of gods flows in their bodies.

People in the world respect and worship these four great beasts very much. Even monks rarely go against people from the Four Great Beasts family.

However, in the past, the four divine beasts have gone to extinction. Someone once said that the closest appearance of the four divine beasts family has been 80,000 years ago.

Now in the past 80,000 years, there is no news about the Four Divine Beasts family. If the deduction is good, they have indeed gone to perish in an unknown catastrophe.

The prosperity will lead to decline, as if no one can escape this curse.

The once extremely brilliant divine beast has now disappeared.

Now the peacocks and dragons seen in the outside world have almost no blood in their bodies, and they are only a trace of their appearance.

Wan Guiyuan guessed that although the wicks in this place were made of phoenix feathers, they would definitely not be the Phoenix tribe at their peak, otherwise no one would agree to make their feathers into a bright wick.

Even so, being able to forcibly get Feng Yu is enough to show that this person is powerful and terrifying.

"This lamp oil will last forever and live with the sky. Perhaps there is no choice but to have purebred dragon blood."

After seeing the wick, the old monster kept admiring at the oil inside.

Purebred dragon blood is hard to come by, and it can be compared with Tianzhen.

In this era, even if you have a good hand and eyes, you still cannot get dragon blood.

In ancient times, there might be a glimmer of hope, but this person also needs to be strong enough, otherwise how could the dragon clan swallow this?

Wan Guiyuan sighed to the sky and became more and more curious about the person behind the scenes. How strong should he be to be qualified to use dragon blood to oil and phoenix feathers to add lights?

He didn't know, and probably his master Xuanyun Tianzun is not qualified now.

There are people outside of people, and there are heavens outside of heaven.

From ancient times to ancient times, the prosperous times were brilliant. Although it was full of killing and blood, there were too many strong people in that era.

At that time, the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth seemed to have not suppressed it too ruthlessly, giving the monks a lot of room for development.

However, this world is no longer as good as before. There are very few real strong people. Between the world, the spiritual energy is thin, and the speed of cultivation has slowed down a lot.

Since ancient times, there have been so many races, but many races have disappeared and extincted in ancient times.

Even the powerful family of four divine beasts disappeared. It is conceivable how sad things happened during this period.

Wan Guiyuan didn’t know how many unknown secrets were hidden in the distant ancient times and ancient times.

He knew that even if there were records in history books, it would not be possible to completely restore that period of history.

Nowadays, history books are blank, and those years are like a heavenly book in front of the world, and cannot be read.

So what a hundred schools of thought are they all prosperous and dazzling prosperous times?

Wan Guiyuan narrowed his eyes and stared at the sky, as if he wanted to find a clue from the long river of history in the endless sky, so as to open a corner of the veil from the mysterious ancient times.

He suddenly had the idea of ​​traveling through time and space and integrating into ancient times.

He wanted to see the tragic tragedy of all races fighting and blood staining the sky.

I want to see the achievements of the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors to expand their territory and stabilize the country and safeguard the people.

I want to see Shennong travel through the three mountains and five mountains and taste all the herbs...

Want to see Nuwa refining stones and repairing the sky...

Wan Guiyuan's expression was blurred, with the boiling blood in his eyes and the helpless gloom.

He naturally knew very well that time and space could not be reversed. Even if he passed through the long river of history and returned to that era, he could only be a passerby or a spectator.

History has passed. No matter who it is, it may be able to change one's destiny, but it is absolutely impossible to change the fate of the entire era.

If that were the case, how could a person as powerful as the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors die?

Wan Guiyuan shook his head, and he forced himself out of that emotion, looking at the forty-nine everlasting lamps, his eyes slightly moved.

In fact, both he and the old monster knew very well that the role of this eternal lamp was already unknown.

The only thing that scares them is who manipulated all this behind the scenes, or who lit the eternal light?

Another thing that made Wan Guiyuan shocked and had to take seriously.

That is who is the eternal light of this ultimate number?

After thousands of years, forever, forty-nine eternal lamps, why are they burning?

Needless to say, this person is strong enough to stand tall.

To a certain extent, the dead man is probably at a higher level than the one who lit the eternal light for him.

In fact, when the two of them thought of this, they had already made plans in their minds.
Chapter completed!