Star Trace Gate

Deep in the Bulao Mountain, outside the tombs of the twenty-four heavenly masters in southern Xinjiang.

There are hundreds of thousands of green mountains and green everywhere. When the morning breeze blows gently, the mountains and forests ripple like blue waves.

In front of a deep mountain tunnel, the five gentlemen slowly dismounted their horses and walked forward facing the scorching morning sun.

When they reached the tunnel entrance, the five men stopped and tied up their horses.

The fat dragon stood in front of the tunnel with a big belly, and suddenly sighed: "It is said that the Bulao Mountain in southern Xinjiang is the place where the Wushen attained enlightenment. Now, countless years have passed, and his descendants have experienced glory and decline. According to folklore, a long time ago, the Wushen tribe also suffered a catastrophic disaster and was almost wiped out. This may be related to the Human Emperor who ruled the Nine Provinces. In the end, the surviving tribesmen returned to Bulao Mountain and built the spiritual tunnel."

Ren Ye saw him speak, so he asked with a puzzled expression: "Do you know the origin of this spiritual tunnel?"

"I don't know much." The fat dragon shook his head slightly and said, "I only heard that the Wushen tribe built the spiritual tunnel to prevent enemies from hunting them down. This place is connected in all directions, so the soldiers can hide in the mountains and fight against ten times the number of soldiers. In case of danger, they can also evacuate urgently to preserve the incense. Moreover, there are rumors in southern Xinjiang that the end of this spiritual tunnel is connected to the Wushen altar, and under the altar is the "Ten-Broken Abyss."

"What is the Ten-Breaking Abyss?" asked the Poison Wine Pot with a frown.

The fat dragon glanced at him and replied calmly: "I am not a descendant of the Wushen tribe, how can I know?"

After being retorted, the poison wine pot didn't say anything more.

"Over the years, although Southern Xinjiang has experienced many upheavals, it has been unified after all. I'm afraid that this spiritual tunnel, which symbolizes the shame of Southern Xinjiang, will hardly be used in the future." The Fat Dragon said with a hint of national pride, "I suggest that all people in Southern Xinjiang should bow down here and pay tribute to their ancestors."

Damn, if I don’t kowtow, wouldn’t that be the same as admitting that I’m not a person from Southern Xinjiang?

This big fat dragon has a really dirty heart. He wants to worship his ancestors in Southern Xinjiang, and he has to drag everyone to kowtow together.

"Alas, I even miss the Wushen Ancestor!" Ren also shook his head and sighed, shouting loudly: "Ancestor, the younger generation of Southern Xinjiang is here to see you."

Baihuaxian looked at his excited expression and had a fantasy in her mind. Was the old King Huai cheated before? The real place of birth of the young King Huai should be southern Xinjiang? Otherwise, why would he look more sad and emotional than a local like me?

After a brief pause, the few of them kowtowed together at the entrance of the tunnel.

However, Ren Ye, who was standing at the back, was about to kowtow perfunctorily when he felt a breeze blowing up from the ground, lifting his body up.

Hey, this place is really evil. There are even identity recognition devices at the door?

However, this does save trouble. In this case, Ren just clasped his fists slightly to show respect.

The group of five people bowed to each other and then walked into the tunnel together.

It was dark here, with no torches or anything to burn.

Fortunately, everyone was well prepared and took out some lighting equipment and continued on their way.

After about two miles, everyone looked up and saw two huge bronze doors blocking the way ahead.

Above the huge bronze door, there is a plaque with the words "Spiritual Tunnel" engraved on it in ancient witch language. It looks majestic and there is a faint strange light flickering.

"We have already wasted some time searching for this place. Let's open the door quickly." Poison Wine Pot turned his head to look at Ren Ye and reminded him softly.

Hey - you little comrade, you have no manners, what do you mean by turning your head to look at me? I am the leader of the six gentlemen, you want me to open the door for you and do dirty work?

Is there still any pressure on the unit in your heart?

Ren didn't respond either, just looked at him and stared at him with a smile.

After two breaths, the Poison Wine Pot curled his lips, gritted his teeth and sighed: "Well, Bi Ma Wen is also an official!"

After saying that, he walked towards the bronze door and rolled up his sleeves, but saw that no one followed him. Then he shouted with a somewhat frustrated expression: "Two doors, do you want me to push them alone?! Are you all fucking Bi Ma Wen?"

"What's the hurry? I'm here to help you."

"Come on, let's push together."

Baihuaxian and Guitoudao walked forward together and prepared to push the door.

"Be careful." Ren followed.

The fat dragon stalked at the end, muttering, "My feet hurt, and I have to take care of the kids later, so I can't do any hard work...!"

The few of them were too lazy to pay attention to him and just worked together to push the bronze door inwards.

“Squeak…squeak!”

"Clang!"

The four of them used their divine power to push open the two bronze doors.

Woo——!

Immediately afterwards, a damp and chilly wind blew over, and everyone felt cold and had goose bumps.

“This gloomy wind…!” Poison Wine Pot turned around, frowned and looked into the tunnel, but suddenly shouted, “Get out of the way!”

Oh oh oh!

In an instant, the cold wind in the tunnel suddenly became extremely fierce, sweeping up endless dust on the ground and rolling outward like a violent sandstorm.

All five of them had unique skills and reacted quickly. They dispersed almost instantly and retreated a long distance.

In front of the entrance, Ren Ye stood in the "sandstorm". He was blown so hard that he couldn't open his eyes at all. The exposed skin on his body felt like it was being cut by a knife, causing him to feel a piercing pain.

After more than ten breaths, the sandstorm gradually subsided.

Ren Ye rubbed his eyes and turned his head to see that the other four people looked very embarrassed. Some of them had their hair undone, like crazy people; some had messy clothes, as if they had just been harmed by an old fool...

"This cold wind is as sharp as a knife...my skin is cut and scratched." The Poison Wine Pot stood in front and stretched out his hand to shake his right palm.

"Clap!"

Dust, gravel and a few drops of blood fell to the ground.

He had just covered his eyes with his right hand, and the skin on the back of his palm was cut with numerous small cuts, and bright red blood flowed out.

The situations of the others were similar. Some had their faces blown away, while others had minor wounds on their necks and arms, and they were all bleeding.

"Is everything okay?" Ren Ye took the initiative to ask.

"Reporting to Lord Bimawen, it is my honor to open the door for you. Even if I am blown to death, I cannot cry out in pain." The poison wine pot was crazy and seemed to be trying to use this joking way to infiltrate the core of power again.

"We are all brothers, there is no need to address each other as adults." Ren Ye waved his hand calmly: "If everything is fine, let's continue to go inside."

"It's out of the way."

"Let's go!"

"...!"

After exchanging a few words, everyone continued to move forward together.

After a while, they finally passed through the long and narrow tunnel and came to a very spacious hall.

This place is about four or five hundred square meters, and is filled with rotten armor, weapons, various tools, daily necessities, etc.

Ren Ye tried to touch a copper basin, but as soon as his fingertips touched it, the basin shattered on the spot and turned into powder and scattered.

"It seems that this place has been sealed for countless years." Ren also looked around and saw that in addition to the entrance tunnel, there were three new passages in the front, left and right directions: "Each of you should form a group and simply inspect the other three passages to find a way forward."

"There are only five of us, and we can't split into twos." Gui Tou Dao, who was very silent in the second round, said softly, "Three people go one way, two people go another way, it's safer this way."

"Me and...!" Ren Ye opened his mouth to speak.

"Then I'll go together with Poison Wine Pot and Ghost-Head Knife." Baihua Fairy knew that Ren was also worried about her, so she responded first, as if to say that it was more than enough for her to accompany the two of them.

You don't have to worry, I can keep a close eye on the ghost knife.

Since she has made up her mind, what else can Ren Ye say?

"Come on, let's go to the left side."

Ren also greeted the fat dragon.

As they talked, the two of them walked into the bluestone tunnel on the left.

Compared with the outside, this place is wider, and the main body of the tunnel is made of stone slabs, which is neat and smooth.

It was pitch black all around, and the two chatted as they walked forward.

"Brother Fat Dragon, I just heard you say outside that when this spiritual tunnel was built, it seemed that the Wushen tribe was at its lowest point." Ren Ye paused for a moment: "You said... their decline may be related to the Human Emperor who ruled the Nine Provinces. Why is that?"

The big fat dragon put the little fat man's hands behind his back and smacked his lips: "Haha, why are you interested in this?"

"I'm just curious. I'm just asking casually." Ren Ye replied.

"It is rumored that the young Prince Huai of Qingliang Mansion has inherited the legacy of the Human Emperor." The fat dragon smiled and said, "You won't...!"

"Those who are interested in the inheritance of Little King Huai may not be King Huai himself, but may be his mortal enemy." Ren Ye replied calmly, "Brother Fat Dragon, don't try to trick me."

"It is rumored that the God of War once followed the Emperor of Man to conquer the heavens and wipe out the evil spirits in the world." The fat dragon paused for a moment and said, "Later, I heard that the God of War broke with the Emperor of Man for some reason, and many of his enemies naturally came to him and tried to exterminate his descendants. These are all myths and legends, just listen to them, don't take them seriously."

Ren Ye heard this and fell into deep thought.

Did this witch god stab the old emperor in the back? That's why he fled in a panic and lost the protection of the organization, so he returned to his lair in Bulao Mountain to hide?

If the legend is true, then the old emperor who bestowed me the inheritance was extremely awesome back then!

Even a big shot like the Wu Shen, the legendary supreme being, had followed him...

You must know that in the Star Gate Secret Realm, the one who can be worthy of the word "God" must be a true God. Those at this level would not dare to call themselves that.

He was thinking as he walked.

After a long time, he suddenly felt that there was nothing beside him. He turned his head and saw the fat dragon that he had just walked side by side with...

Oh shit, it’s gone?!

Ren was also stunned for a moment, and instantly felt a cool breeze on the back of his neck: "Brother Fat Dragon?! Where are you!"

"Stop playing around, come out now!"

"Fat Dragon, it's time to go home and eat!"

"...!"

He searched along the same path he had come from, but didn't see a single ghost.

"Tap tap...!"

Just then, a slight sound of footsteps was heard.

Ren Ye instantly became alert, and stood in the blind corner of the wall, ready for battle.

"Tap!"

The footsteps were getting closer and closer, and Ren watched intently.

Soon, a beautiful figure emerged.

The lantern in Ren Ye's hand gradually illuminated the appearance and outline of the beautiful figure.

She was a beautiful lady with a heroic look, dressed in a red dress, soft boots, with fair skin and a radiant look.

"Why are you back?!"

Ren also breathed a sigh of relief and recognized that the person was the Hundred Flower Fairy.

"Hehe...!" The Flower Fairy pursed her red lips and smiled shyly at Ren Ye.

Ren Ye was immediately confused, because he had never seen Bai Hua Xian act so shy and coquettish, so he frowned and asked, "What's wrong with you?!"

"Hehe, what's wrong with you?!" Baihuaxian imitated Ren Ye's tone and replied with a smile.

As she spoke, she walked forward, her clothes slightly disheveled, revealing the snow-white stripes on the left side and a thin flesh-colored belt.

Ren Ye blinked his eyes and thought to himself, "Damn, there is still such a show?! Let me tell you, there are two tests that I fear the most in my life! One is to throw money, and the other is to sit on it... and throw it at me!"

He took a step back and looked at the Flower Fairy carefully again, and suddenly noticed the flesh-colored belt on the other's shoulder.

He observed it carefully and finally figured out what the flesh-colored belt was. Then he was shocked: "Fuck, you're wearing it...!"