Projection of heavens

"The blood of our ancestors..."

Gu Shaoshang calmed down and sensed the moment slightly.

He felt that the power contained in this round of sun was endless and vast, and in his perception, it seemed to be endless.

Even after he stretched his mind to the limit, he could feel that there were countless immeasurable worlds that made up this great sun.

As this great sun rotates, countless great realms arise and die within it.

The power contained in it was so tyrannical and the level was so high that he was slightly speechless, and he couldn't detect any sign of decline.

What's more, the human ancestor's realm is endless and lofty, and the blood he left behind has long been indelible.

How could it decline?

Such a thought flashed across Young Master Gu's heart.

"In ancient times, I and even the Eight Emperors all gained enlightenment through the blood of our ancestors. Unfortunately, after several great changes in ancient times and the Middle Ages, this drop of ancestor's blood is no longer one trillionth of its full glory."

The high priest seemed to know what Gu Shaoshang was thinking, and sighed slightly, saying: "Especially in the Middle Ages, I said that injuries are difficult to heal, and they use it to activate the ancestral treasure and damage the foundation of this drop of blood."

The realm of human ancestors is so lofty. He is the first human race after the opening of the vast world. He is the first person in the era of chaos, the era of wilderness, the era of mythology, and countless epochs in ancient times to this day. He is well-deserved.

The treasure he left behind can only be activated with this drop of his blood.

Otherwise, it would be him. If the Eight Emperors were still alive, without relying on this drop of blood, half of their lives would have been lost if they wanted to activate the Human Ancestor Supreme Treasure Moment.

In the Middle Ages, he almost died, and naturally he had no power to mobilize the human race's treasure.

Naturally, only a few drops of this blood are left.

"The most precious treasure of our ancestors..."

Gu Shaoshang looked at the old man and knew that he was about to come into contact with the most secret details of the vast human race.

He was naturally extremely interested in this treasure that suppressed the destiny of the human race.

"If you don't have enough cultivation, what will happen if you have the most precious treasure in your body?"

The high priest smiled and said: "The Human Emperor at this time, in front of the treasure, is like a grain of sand in the stars compared to the vast universe."

He understood Gu Shaoshang's curiosity very well, and he was the same way back then.

Gu Shaoshang nodded, not too surprised.

In his opinion, the realm of human ancestor "Xi" may be "Tai", and compared with it, Daluo is naturally insignificant.

"How does that human ancestor's treasure compare to the vast continent?"

After a thought in his heart, Gu Shaoshang asked such a question.

"Haha! I asked the first high priest the same question back then."

The old man laughed, seemingly so cheerfully that his beard even stood up.

After a long time, he muttered: "It's just like the difference between you and me right now."

"The gap between you and me at this time?"

Young Master Gu moved slightly in sadness.

What the high priest said was the gap at this time, not the gap between himself and when he was in his prime.

This shows that the vast continent at this time is also in a state similar to "Dao Injury".

"Hey, old man, go in and have a rest before continuing."

The high priest patted his forehead and sighed.

Gu Shaoshang then supported the old man and walked along the only passage above Jinyang and walked inside.

This golden sun is extremely huge, and the path from its surface to its inner core is an extremely huge number. Even the annual rings of light are in the trillions.

However, all the avenues and voids within it are different from the outside world.

The two of them arrived at the core within a short time of drinking tea.

The temperature here can be said to have reached a level where everything is flammable. Gu Shaoshang seemed to have returned to the ordinary world, facing the feeling of intense heat.

If it were an ordinary Daluo, he would probably be sweating profusely.

It was a small stone house full of mottled spots, like a temple. It was three steps forward and backward. In this bright sun, it was so small that it was almost negligible.

If there is no high priest to lead the way, or if he is asked to search, I am afraid he will have to use up his hands and feet.

This is the ancestral temple of the human race.

The ancestral temple is no more than nine feet tall and has three front and three entrances. It is like a small courtyard in a secular home. Its material also seems to be the most ordinary stone. There are many pits on it, and there is really nothing sacred about it.

At the gate, two stone statues sat on the ground, facing the ancestral temple, with their backs to them, their heads lowered, as if they were meditating, and seemed to be facing the wall.

"This is the residence of our ancestors before ancient times. Because it is contaminated with the breath of our ancestors, it will never be worn out..."

The high priest raised his bamboo stick, knocked on the heads of the two stone statues at the door, and said: "These two little things have failed to challenge the Human Emperor. They are facing the wall here. I am free to teach you a lesson."

Gu Shao was hurt.

Although the road to promotion is bound to be the winner, it is not something that can be done casually.

If the human emperor is defeated, he must give in. If the challenger is defeated, it is naturally impossible not to pay the price.

Just facing the wall of the ancestral temple and meditating is already extremely lucky.

However, he was naturally not interested in the several saints who challenged the Human Emperor before. He just nodded slightly and stopped paying attention.

Walk into the ancestral temple with the high priest.

Living in the bright sun, it is extremely cool inside, the light is slightly dim, and the space is not large, only a small courtyard of about ten feet in diameter, with a few old trees no more than ninety-nine feet tall.

A bald bird sat on three ancient trees, and an old turtle lay beside an ancient well.

It was not at all like the ancestral temple that Gu Shaoshang had imagined, but more like a place where ordinary farmers would live.

But in Gu Shaoshang's view, whether it is these old trees or birds and turtles, they are all shrouded in deep Tao Yun, which is probably a little bit more sacred than ordinary ones.

The high priest leaned down and knocked on the old turtle's back: "You little bastard, you have been sleeping for hundreds of thousands of years! Look at the successor I am looking for."

The old man knocked with great force, causing ripples to appear on the turtle shell.

Gu Shaoshang could see clearly that the ripples were composed of countless runes, rotating countless times in an instant, and each change was different.

It seems to be a rather powerful magical power to protect the Tao.

"Little bastard, little bastard!"

The birds on the tree were chirping: "Get up, get up! The master is looking for you, and the master has brought a young master back!"

"hold head high?"

The turtle shell shook slightly, and the old turtle stuck out his head, glanced at the high priest with his dim eyes, and said slowly: "Ah, you are not dead yet! I am almost dying of old age."

"Who can survive you?"

The high priest laughed and cursed, then tapped the old turtle's head with his bamboo stick.

Little by little, the old lady glanced at Gu Shaoshang, and a glimmer of light flashed in his dim eyes: "Ah, old man, you have very good eyesight, much better than you did back then!"

"Almost as good as Grandpa Turtle."

The old turtle shook his head and sighed.

"hehe."

The high priest knocked the bamboo stick again, shook his head and said, "I'm afraid your shame is beyond your turtle shell."

The old turtle retracted into his shell and cursed angrily, "I won't die."

"You little bastard."

The high priest blew his beard and glared, and the turtle shell buzzed when he beat it with his bamboo stick.

Gu Shaoshang smiled dumbly.

"Let's go."

After a while, the old man turned around and led Gu Shaoshang towards the stone room.

"This lazy little bastard is called Gui Changsheng, and that chirping bald bird called Bird Big is the second and third priest."

The old man shook his head and introduced Gu Shaoshang.

Gu Shaoshang finally understood.

These birds and turtles are actually humans, and the turtles and birds are just appearances.

The tortoise shell is a large realm, and its interior is vast and boundless. Many princes' vehicles and the cities of the three dynasties of Shenhuang are all made by the hands of the tortoise Changsheng.

He is the first formation legalist in Shenhuang.

The big bird is actually the secret bird. However, there are too many divine beings above the vastness, and no one can understand the secret of the secret due to their mutual influence.

Therefore, it is more about having insight into the billions of cities of the three dynasties of the human race, and constantly monitoring the territory of the human race, and even the countless ethnic groups in the surrounding areas.

An old man, an old turtle, and a bald bird.

These are the three priests of the Cangwu Human Race.

There was mist in the stone chamber, but the interior was not small. Facing the door of the stone chamber was a desk.

On many desks, incense is burning, and lamps that never go out are provided.

There are many lights and shadows, and there is a rather strange atmosphere.

In front of the desk is a futon.

Gu Shaoshang glanced slightly and saw that the desk was divided into three levels. The first level had the most, with about a hundred light gold lanterns, while the second level only had eight, purple in color.

On the third level, there is only one lamp, which is dim and dim, and the flame is as small as a bean.

Some of these lights are bright, some are dim, and have different radiances.

"Huh~"

The high priest shook his hand slightly and read a book www. uukanshu.net He took out three incense sticks, lit them, and said warmly: "The first floor is the fallen sacred of our human race, the second floor is the ancient Eight Emperors, and the third floor is Human Zu Xi."

Under the guidance of the old man, Gu Shaoshang bowed slightly and placed three incense sticks in the incense burner in front of the desk.

"sit down."

The high priest took out another futon and sat side by side with Gu Shaoshang, facing the dim lights.

"One hundred and seventy-two saints, eight holy emperors, and human ancestors..."

Gu Shaoshang was thoughtful and said: "These are the many great powers that our human race has had?"

"It's just that there are still some who can come back. There are more who can't come back...but that's me, and I don't remember them either."

The high priest sighed slightly and said.

The old man's cloudy eyes were slightly filled with memories.

He has lived so long that he knows most of the owners of these eternal lamps, and many of them are his juniors.

"The sacred is not indelible..."

Gu Shaoshang also sighed slightly.

After the acquired gods and demons rebelled against the innate holiness, they took over all their own timelines. The past and future are no longer visible, only the present will last forever.

Such an existence is almost indestructible, and life and death are meaningless to it. Even if it falls in the hands of the same class, there is still a day of return.

But after all, it is not really invincible. Of course, someone has the means to completely eliminate it.

Once it is completely wiped out, all traces of its existence will disappear between heaven and earth. No one will remember it anymore, and there will be no chance of true return.

The many ever-burning lamps in the ancestral temple may be the existences that the high priest remembered and never completely perished.

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