The throne of God is waiting for me

They couldn't help but fell into silence. The people who were originally thinking about what conditions they could offer to keep Xiao Wan also put their thoughts aside at this moment.

The Central Holy City, with the Holy Lord Huangquan as the town, is the holy land in the minds of almost everyone on the Wilderness Continent. The opportunity to go to the Huangquan Holy Sect is tantamount to a pilgrimage for everyone. They never believed that there were still people in this world who would give up the Central Holy City and choose Haoyang City to settle down. Although Haoyang City is also one of the few top cities on the mainland.

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"Brother Xiao, do you really not want to stay? Our Haoyang Sect is considered the top sect in the entire Northern Wilderness. If you are willing to stay and serve as the honorary guest of the Haoyang Sect, you will have all the fame, wealth, power, and magical powers you can expect."

In the city lord's mansion, in a secret realm, two figures sat opposite each other, surrounded by gurgling water and colorful fallen flowers.

The one who spoke was Xue Bai, the leader of the Haoyang Sect, who had the dual identities of sect leader and city lord. Since Xiao Wan only mentioned his surname but not his full name, Xue Bai had no choice but to call him that for the time being.

He was wearing a dark indigo robe, with black hair mixed with strands of gray, and handsome features with deep outlines. Although his appearance looks like he is only in his early twenties, the marks of time remain in his sharp eyes. The whole person's temperament looks particularly resolute and courageous.

At this time, this top expert who was famous throughout the wilderness looked at Xiao Wan expectantly, with an unusually calm attitude.

Xiao Wan still shook his head and refused: "Thank you for your kindness, sect master. My goal is the Huangquan Holy Sect of the Central Holy City."

"Central Holy City..." Xue Bai's eyes flashed with confusion, and he said in a deep voice: "It is undeniable that Holy Lord Huangquan has indeed made great contributions to the world. Therefore, Central Holy City has become a holy place in the eyes of the world. But you and me are like this How can a cultivator who is already at the top of the world not see through the dirty things?"

"Time is the most terrifying potion in the world. The Huangquan Holy Sect of today is no longer the Huangquan Holy Sect of ten thousand years ago." He said bluntly, with a look of disgust in his eyes, "Since the Huangquan Holy Lord retreated, Since then, the Huangquan Holy Sect has become more and more depraved, and the Central Holy City has completely become a hall of worship for those people, and some blood worship has even started!"

"——Those descendants of the great figures of the Huangquan Holy Sect, the so-called noble blooded ones, sit in thousands of mansions; while the so-called low-blooded people whose ancestors are unknown or even come from other cities have almost no place to stand!"

Speaking of this, Xue Bai sneered: "The glorious holy land in the eyes of the world, ha!"

Although Xue Bai devalued the Central Holy Land as worthless, Xiao Wan still shook his head firmly: "I'm afraid I have to live up to the sect master's good intentions. I have a reason to go to the Huangquan Holy Sect."

Not to mention that only the Huangquan Holy Sect is most likely to discover the truth about this world, judging from the feedback from the group of "Shenhui" cultists who have been imprinted by Xiao Wan in the past three years, the Lord of Nightmares has no doubts about the Huangquan Holy Sect. The emphasis is unusual.

Xiao Wan was naturally curious about the secrets.

"As a thank you to the sect master for taking care of him during this period, here are some of my experiences on suppressing demonic nature. I will give them to the sect master."

With that said, Xiao Wan took out a book from his sleeve and handed it to Xue Bai.

"...Well, I hope Brother Xiao can get what he wants."

Seeing Xiao Wang's resolute attitude, Xue Bai could only shake his head and sigh, no longer forcing anything. Fortunately, with this experience, he has a little more confidence in himself.

Xiao Wang nodded slightly, with some expectation in his expression.

He came here with a trying mentality before, and he suppressed the demonic nature in the opponent's body. The reward he asked for was all the books in the Haoyang Sect except the martial arts books. Trying to figure out the historical allusions of this world.

However, the Haoyang Sect Master was unexpectedly generous and directly opened the Haoyang Sect's library to Xiao Wan, allowing him to come and go except for the place where the sect's core skills were located. Xiao Wanbian also read through many martial arts books in this world. The "Tao Jing", which is regarded as a holy scripture by countless people and regarded as the foundation of spiritual practice, is naturally included in it.

It has to be said that even if Xiao Wang travels all over the world, this "Tao Jing" can be said to be the highest-grade and weirdest Kung Fu he has ever seen. It actually allows people to master the chaotic and twisted power of this world through practice, allowing the practitioner's consciousness to continuously approach the twisted and chaotic way of heaven.

Not to mention the distortion this exercise has on the spiritual consciousness of the practitioner, at least its level of exercise is absolutely extremely high, and ultimately even directly points to the nature of the world.

In particular, some of the hidden contents in the "Tao Jing" felt quite difficult to Xiao Wan's level, which made him feel that he could draw parallels and gain a lot.

...The being who wrote this exercise must be in such an incredible state!

Thinking of the various anomalies of the Nightmare Lord, Xiao Wan could not help but have a strange guess in his mind. This made his usually calm heart beat involuntarily.

Chapter 140 Lin Jiutian 7

Central Holy City, in a desolate ancient temple.

In the corner of the back mountain, dots of light burst out suddenly, like strips of surrounding light, forming a special vortex. Immediately afterwards, a figure emerged from the whirlpool, his snow-white clothes smeared with light.

The light dissipated, and the man's appearance was finally fully revealed. White clothes like clouds, black hair like silk, a face covered by a blank half-face mask, the perfect outline is not concealed, and in the eyes as dark and pure as the deep sea, a light frost condenses all the waves.

The man in white suddenly appeared and walked out of the dissipating vortex of light, holding a dark and dull long sword in his hand, and his eyes without much emotion swept around.

The vast sky in the distance, the lonely peak that rose into the clouds and pierced the sky, the dilapidated ancient temple and barren mountains nearby, and the dark forest where crows lived... Everything was taken in by his eyes.

The overwhelming cheers outside the ancient temple were like waves of tsunamis, coming continuously from the air.

In the blink of an eye, the discomfort caused by the space transfer was calmed down, and Xiao Wang exhaled deeply.

"Is this the Central Holy City..." He walked over the dry fallen leaves on the ground. With a slight rustling sound, the back door of the dilapidated ancient temple came into view. The mottled traces revealed a hint of desolate and ancient meaning. "The ancient teleportation array is indeed extraordinary."

The experience of rushing on the road for the past three years has made Xiao Wang deeply aware of the vastness of this continent. This time, Xiao Wang borrowed the ancient teleportation array in Haoyang City to come to the Central Holy City so quickly.

This teleportation array is a product left over from before the ancient catastrophe. After the discovery of Haoyang Sect Master Xue Bai, it took nearly a hundred years to completely repair it, but the energy consumed each time it is activated is still very terrifying. If it weren't for Xiao Wang's life-saving grace, and Xiao Wang himself borne most of the consumption of the teleportation array, I'm afraid Xue Bai would not dare to use it easily.

At this time, the Central Holy City was surrounded by thunderous cheers, and waves of sound waves came, stimulating Xiao Wang's perception.

"Celebration of the Glorious Day?" From the ocean of countless cheers, Xiao Wang keenly extracted the truly important information.

The so-called Glorious Day is actually a special festival unique to the Holy City, used to commemorate the achievements of the Holy Lord Huangquan in turning the tide and calming the chaos in the world. Such festivals and celebrations usually last for three days and three nights.

Xiao Wang's long eyelashes blinked lightly, and his eyes showed a thoughtful look. His figure just flashed lightly, and then disappeared in the back mountain of the dilapidated ancient temple.

On the street, the sea of ​​​​joyful people was boiling and encouraging, and the rhythmic drum beats sounded from time to time, blending with the sounds of various musical instruments. Various performances emerged one after another, and many practitioners also put down their bodies and joined in. Various colors of brilliance intertwined above the Holy City, which was magnificent.

The solitary peak in the center of the Holy City was like a sharp sword piercing the sky, and the snow on the top of the peak never melted all year round.

At this time, the frozen ice and snow melted instantly under an extremely powerful force, and the clear snow water rushed down and merged into the rivers and lakes in all directions. One of the rushing rivers surrounded the entire holy city and gurgled through it. Countless people cheered and scattered baskets of purple moon flowers symbolizing blessings into it, and the whole holy city fell into a carnival.

Xiao Wang, who was mixed in the crowd, raised his head and scanned the world with his clear and penetrating eyes.

I saw a ray of strange light rising from everyone, cooperating with a special magic circle of the holy city itself, and slowly rising up. In the end, these countless rays of light all rose to the top of the holy city, turning into a sun that was invisible to the naked eye, shining on the world.

Xiao Wang was a little surprised.

This feeling... is a bit like the glory of faith...

The whole holy city was still immersed in the carnival, and the people around laughed continuously. Amidst the laughter, Xiao Wang's eyes were fixed on the sky. The faint and ethereal temperament around him was out of tune with the crowd, and he unconsciously separated the crowd, as if he was the only one between heaven and earth. ◢This◢work◢is◢organized◢uploaded◢by◢Think◢Tu◢online◢reading◢users◢

In Xiao Wang's gradually shrinking pupils, a very light shadow was unconsciously cast on the sky, as if a virtual world overlapping with reality slowly surfaced. The breath leaked out at that moment was deep and terrifying, and Xiao Wang even had an involuntary trembling feeling.

The shadow cracked a gap, like a giant beast opening its mouth, swallowing the sun transformed by the invisible light in one gulp.

Then, the diffuse shadow gradually faded, as if the virtual world overlapping with reality sank into the bottom of the water again.

This process, which seemed to be long in Xiao Wang's perception, actually ended in just a few breaths. But the familiar breath that permeated the shadow world made Xiao Wang unforgettable for a long time.

I still remember that in the Shinto multiverse he had visited, the future body had sent a "express delivery" to this cosmic sea through the illusion created by the ** Eye. Xiao Wang still has not forgotten the eternal brilliance that lingered on his fingertips.

Now this familiar breath can't help but arouse his memories, and a small flame suddenly ignited in his calm pupils.

"... Eternal breath!" Xiao Wang could no longer control the inexplicable emotions in his heart, and looked up at the sky where the shadow faded for a long time, "What on earth is that..."

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While Xiao Wang was shocked inexplicably, on the other side of the holy city, among the revelers, there was another person who also stopped and stood there, looking up at the sky for a long time, like a silent sculpture.

The man was wearing a black cloak, and his handsome face was shrouded in the shadow of the cloak, but the exposed skin was slightly cold and pale. The deadly aura emanated from his body, making the people around him feel inexplicably cold, and they subconsciously avoided him.

He looked up at the sky, and his blood-red pupils flashed with a determination to win, mixed with deep greed and desire.

"Sure enough... it's true! All my waiting and all my efforts are worth it!"

On his body, a lingering shadow flickered and soon turned into a gray mist invisible to the naked eye, spreading towards the entire holy city, like an invisible ghost.

Soon, people hiding in every corner of the holy city showed a look of surprise under the gray mist, as if they had sensed some signal.

There were about a hundred people who showed abnormality, which seemed insignificant in the huge population of the holy city, and did not attract the attention of the people around them.

Until the sunset, these people quietly followed the flow of people and left, seemingly scattered in all directions, but in fact they all went to a corner of the holy city in the end.

Special badges were hot in their palms.

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Night fell quietly, and the Central Holy City shrouded in the night shed the illusion of prosperity during the day, and the darkness hidden in the dark was released unscrupulously.

In an abandoned underground palace, a group of mysterious people shrouded in black robes gathered spontaneously from all over the place, like water drops gathering into rivers.

These people exuded a faint strange aura in every move. Their facial features were covered by iron masks, and the eyes behind the masks exuded unparalleled fanaticism and piety.

"Immortality and eternity!" A black