Tomb Robber: I, Chen Yulou, am dedicated to cultivating immortality!

"It's so damn...spectacular!"

"The Heavenly Palace, the Heavenly Palace, can mortals live there if it is not a place where gods live?"

"Mother, this is not just becoming an immortal, but also occupying an immortal's mansion."

"God, I never thought that after a lifetime of fighting, I could still enter the Heavenly Palace."

"..."

Looking up at the fairy palace that seemed to be sitting on top of the clouds.

The guys were all dumbfounded and almost couldn't help but have the urge to worship him.

Worship mountains when encountering them and worship water when encountering water.

Looking for gold and stealing bones is because you are eating the dead man's meal, so you can't starve to death.

But the fear of gods and ghosts is something engraved in the bones.

It's not just them.

At this moment, even Chen Yulou couldn't conceal his shock.

Even though I have seen it many times in the text.

But the understanding of it only exists in imagination.

No matter how unconstrained and unrestrained it is, it would be impossible to look at it from a distance like this.

When I first came down from Pingshan Mountain and saw the infinite palaces in the world of mortals, I was inexplicably shocked. I just felt that they were not like the atmosphere of the human world.

Today, this palace surrounded by flying dragons and shrouded in rainbow light is more than a hundred times better than Pingshan Taoist Palace.

Thousands of years passed.

Don't know how to do it either.

Not only is there no sign of collapse, even the colors among the carved beams and painted buildings are still as bright as new.

Plus the ancient green vine trees between the cliffs.

It makes it even more colorful and touching.

Both the human skin map and the mausoleum genealogy say that the construction of King Xian’s tomb took decades. It seems that with this kind of weather pattern, even today, it would be difficult to build it even if it didn’t take more than ten or twenty years. .

"It's a pity that it is a palace of the underworld, otherwise it could be used as a place of cultivation..."

Chen Yulou took a breath and thought to himself.

He could clearly sense that the place was filled with dragon energy and endless vitality. However, in his infinite vitality, there was also a lingering evil spirit of death.

Today the world is becoming more and more chaotic.

It is foreseeable that the scourge of war will continue.

Although Xiangyin is located in a remote area, it is difficult to avoid.

Therefore, he has been seeking a real paradise, consciously or unconsciously, to practice in seclusion and seek the method of immortality and transcendence.

Zhelong Mountain is pretty good.

But now it seems that it is still a bit meaningless after all.

"Brother Chen, what should we do next?"

While he was pondering.

A soft drink pierced the roaring sound of the waterfall in his ears.

Look up.

On a bamboo raft under the cliff opposite, Partridge Whistle was holding a vine with one hand, and his Taoist robe was soaked in mist.

beside him.

The same goes for Hua Ling and the old foreigner.

He struggled to keep his body steady.

"Yuan Hong, look around, is there a way to the Heavenly Palace?"

Chen Yulou signaled to him not to worry, and then used his mind to contact Yuan Hong, who was halfway up the wall above his head.

If I remember correctly.

There is a volleying plank road on the cliff leading to the Heavenly Palace.

But he looked around but couldn't find it.

Most likely it is covered by vines.

Moreover, this place is rugged with rocks, steep mountains and dangerous peaks, and there is almost no place to stay among the hundred-foot cliffs. It is not an exaggeration to say that it is a miraculous craftsmanship.

Even with a pair of night eyes, it is difficult to see the whole picture.

As a gibbon, Yuan Hong is naturally good at climbing mountains and down streams, and can come and go freely. In places like this, even a partridge sentry wearing a mountain-climbing armor can't compare with him.

"Yes, Master."

Feel that mind.

Yuan Hong didn't hesitate at all, grabbing the mountain vines with a pair of long arms, like a bolt of lightning running back and forth between the cliffs.

This scene made everyone at the foot of the mountain marvel.

At the same time, I was also afraid.

If it weren't for Yuan Hong, they would have had to do these tasks themselves, and it would be an exaggeration to say that it would cost their lives.

"Master, there is an ancient plank road on the cliff. If I walk down it, it shouldn't be a problem to bear two or three people at the same time."

Not long after.

Yuan Hong left and came back.

His hands were wrapped around a vine and slid down.

"How far?"

Hearing this, Chen Yulou's eyes couldn't help but light up.

Sure enough, I remembered correctly.

What's more, if there was no plank road, how could such a magnificent building be built on the cliff in the first place?

"It's not far. Just climb up three or four meters and you'll be there."

Three or four meters?

This height is almost the same as expected.

If it was tens of meters away, even he couldn't guarantee that it would be foolproof.

"Get ready."

"Yuan Hong, you first bring a few skilled men to set up the mountain ladder."

Chen Yulou ordered in an orderly manner.

"Yes, Master."

After getting the remains of the mandrill, it is definitely full of energy now.

Immediately on the bamboo raft were a few strong men who were good at mountain climbing and followed it all the way up the cliff.

remaining people.

Without wasting any time, he tore off a few old vines and hung the bamboo raft at the bottom of the cliff.

Although according to Chen Yulou's deduction.

There is a high probability that they will leave from the back mountain.

But plans often fail to keep up with changes, not to mention being in King Xian's lair, so it's best to be fully prepared.

It can be regarded as leaving a way out for yourself.

When there is really no way to go, you can retreat to this gourd cave and return the same way.

As for whether these bamboo rafts will be washed away by the rapids, it can only depend on fate.

The group of people were extremely agile.

It only took a moment.

The hanging ladders on the cliffs on both sides have been set up.

"Mountain climbing."

"Go to King Xian's Heavenly Palace to see if it is worthy of its name!"

Chen Yulou waved his hand.

The waiter, who was already eager to try it, responded like thunder and immediately stepped on the hanging ladder, crossing the stone wall like an ape.

Among the cliffs covered with moss, green moss, vines and tree roots.

The lights flickered.

It complements the colorful lights on the water dragon halo.

Quite a spectacular trend!

Chen Yulou was not slow either. Even among the cliffs, he was still taking a leisurely stroll.

Not long after, when he approached the plank road, he discovered a stone platform that was obviously man-made on the cliff.

The traces left by the water can still be faintly seen on the cliff.

Compare the heights.

He understood immediately.

When the Tiangong was first built, King Xian most likely ordered people to build a water-breaking wall at the waterfall above his head.

Just like the remaining wall in the water that I saw when I passed through the Worm Valley before.

The intercepted streams merged into the underground lake, causing the water surface to surge.

The materials are then transported by large ships and sent along the plank road to the cliff above the head.

For a while.

A scene seemed to appear in his mind.

Tens of thousands of people traveled between the Worm Valley and the underground lake. Day after day, year after year, they built a volleying hall among the cliffs of this cave.