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Is this the central formation diagram of Feixian Cave Heaven?

Yan Xing was wrapped in a ball of colorful light, crossing the space barrier and escaping into the dimensional interlayer. Looking down from above, as if from a God's perspective, he caught a glimpse of an endless formation diagram in an instant.

This formation covers the entire Feixian Continent, spanning two thousand light years. Such a magnificent creation can only be created by gods and demons.

Infinite light condensed into countless runes, which converged into rivers and streams, rushing endlessly. These rivers of light are the veins of the formation diagram, crisscrossing and extremely complex, and at each intersection of the veins, there stands a bright light group like the sun, which is the countless array eyes.

In the depths of one of the rivers of light, there is an imperceptible mustard seed flowing along the rune. Yan Xing fell into the mustard seed in an instant under the traction of the colorful light.

Normally, crossing space, and the drastic changes in such a short period of time, ordinary people's perception is chaotic and disordered, and they can't see the outside world clearly.

But Yan Xing is different. [Time Traveler] helps him offset all negative states, so he can catch a glimpse of the magnificent central array diagram in the instant of dimensional transformation.

Pop!

As if crossing a layer of bubbles, Yan Xing looked up and found that he had landed in a gray square.

At the end of the square in three directions, there was dimensional fog, which was impassable, and in front of it, there was an extremely wide, boundless wall that was inserted into the dimensional fog. Its color was pale, and it was unknown what kind of material it was.

Yan Xing calmed down and strode forward, while glancing around with the corner of his eyes.

On the huge square, there were sculptures standing one after another in disorder, lifelike and vivid. Yan Xing even felt that these sculptures seemed to be staring at him.

After a while, Yan Xing stopped in front of a huge stone tablet, looked up, and saw the four big characters "Daoyuan Cemetery".

"Why is it this strange font again?"

Yan Xing frowned. In the world of fear memes, he had seen the "Haoran Zhengqi" summoned by Lin Yu sacrificing his life. The font was the same as the one on this stone tablet.

Eighty percent of the shape of small seal script, one tenth of the shadow of large seal script, and one tenth of the style of bronze inscriptions.

If it weren't for the mixed learning in his previous life, he really couldn't understand this strange thing.

Yan Xing suppressed his thoughts, walked towards the stone tablet, and looked up. It was full of dense small characters. These fonts were much more normal. They were familiar simplified Chinese characters, and they were also the common characters in this world.

"Flying Immortal Disciple, Yan Xing, thank you all the predecessors!"

Yan Xing bowed, he kept in mind Sikong's instructions, and had the highest respect and gratitude for these predecessors who left the source of Taoism and sheltered the younger generation.

Anyone who leaves a source of Tao in the cemetery can leave his name on the stone tablet, and it will live forever with Feixian Cave Heaven.

Not leaving a name on the front, but leaving a name on the back, implies the silent dedication of many sages behind.

"When I grow up, if I hunt for a source of Tao and it is useless to me, I will probably put it in the cemetery."

"This is inheritance!"

After sighing for a while, Yan Xing calmed down his emotions, turned around and walked towards the gray-white wall, and stopped in front of a black door engraved with patterns.

The scene depicted on the door is one after another blurry face figure, they are in the depths of the fog, fighting bloody battles with various terrifying and strange non-living things, and extremely difficultly hunt back one by one extremely precious source of Tao.

Yan Xing looked at the token in his hand and slowly pressed it into a groove on the door. At the moment of leaving his hand, the token exuded a hazy brilliance, flowing into a line of veins until it spread throughout the door.

Buzz! Boom——

Every figure on the door, holding the "Daoyuan" tightly in their hands and holding it high, suddenly burst out with colorful light, which gathered together and gradually formed a vortex channel.

The gray-white token automatically fell off the door and floated back into Yan Xing's hand. Yan Xing no longer hesitated and stepped into the vortex.

"Is this the Daoyuan Cemetery?"

Yan Xing stepped on the soft sand and saw an endless black desert with round pillars standing randomly everywhere. In the black sand, there were also various strange things.

Thinking of the warning of Elder Sikong, Yan Xing calmed down and concentrated his mind, and randomly chose a direction to walk.

After a while, he stopped in front of a piece of scarlet rotten wood, bent down, and slowly reached out to touch it.

Buzz!

The wood trembled, and then burst into red light. The wood slowly became blurred and transparent. A scarlet ball of light deep inside it was clearly visible, beating slightly, as if it had life, cheering and jumping.

At this moment, Yan Xing's palm touched a layer of light film barrier, and the next moment, a message emerged in his mind.

『Blood Law, control the blood of all living things, good at attacking the flesh, amplifying the flesh, rare level, completeness: six rings. 』

"Little guy, do you want to go with me?"

"Thank you for being able to perceive my damn charm, but unfortunately, I don't like you!"

After that, Yan Xing got up and left without hesitation, leaving the Blood Law crying in the same place.

There are many Daoyuan in the Daoyuan Cemetery, but they are all protected by light films. Each person can only take one away every time they enter.

Don't think of playing tricks. The Dao Sources here are limited. Each time you open it, you can only take one with the token. If there is a discrepancy in the number of Dao Sources, the operation system of the entire cemetery will be in chaos, and it will be easily discovered.

Yan Xing didn't think too much. After all, it was a free reward. Just pick a powerful Dao Source as much as possible. He didn't know what Dao Source he needed now.

In fact, he only needed to use a Dao Source to break through the realm. With many talents, he could continue to evolve. His desire for Dao Source was not as strong as other cultivators.

But if he could choose a good one, Yan Xing would naturally not be polite. He would try it as much as possible first.

Broken sword, mysterious skeleton, a grass, a crystal, and even a pool of water that never dries up...

Along the way, Yan Xing moved his hands and feet, and he touched every thing.

Taiyi Diamond Law, White Bone Law, Green Wood Law, Reflection Law, Tianyi Heavy Water Law...

There are so many things, all of which are rare, ranging from five to eight rings, but they all react strongly to Yan Xing. If he wants, he can take them away immediately.

"What's going on? Am I so popular with the law?"

Yan Xing's figure paused, realizing the seriousness of the problem. This is completely different from what he learned from Sikong.

Sikong popularized a lot of knowledge about the source of Tao for him.

The source of Tao is the embodiment of the fragments of the law. They are countless in variety and have many genus. So far, the entire civilization dare not say that all the types of laws have been counted.

The affinity of living beings to the law is affected by many aspects, such as the light of the origin of life, blood, physical genus, cultivation method, consciousness genus, character, personality, and even good and evil...

The most obvious one, and second only to the light of the origin, is the "power of blood".

For example, Raymond, who awakened the bloodlines of the Sun Titan and the Thunder Titan, has a high affinity for the laws related to fire and thunder, and this type of law is more suitable for him. The two complement each other, and the effect of one plus one is greater than two.

Thinking of this, Yan Xing was a little confused. He knew his own affairs. He only had pure human blood in his body, and no other miscellaneous things.

"Is it because of the bloodline?"

Yan Xing was not sure. Before there was solid evidence, it was not easy to make a rash judgment, because there were too many variables that could affect the law.

"Or, it was these rare-level Dao sources, whose vision was too low, and they would shamelessly cling to a living person when they saw one."

Yan Xing looked around, and he had determined that these Dao sources thrown casually in the sand were all rare, and they might be rare in the outside world, but there were indeed many here.

And those towering pillars, without much thought, must be carrying a variety of peerless Dao sources.

Yan Xing stepped on the ground, and his figure leaped up like lightning, landing lightly on a pillar. He looked carefully, and there was only a white feather on the flat top of the pillar.

Reaching out to touch it, the information emerged in his mind.

『In the 174.2 billion years of the ancient calendar, the Supreme Elder Huoyunzi, in the dark and dead, killed the energy-type alien fairy thirty-six-winged fallen angel and hunted this source. 』

『The law of sacred light, the divine light that never goes out in the endless darkness, the brilliant, glorious, and hot life, the nemesis of evil spirits. Peerless level, completeness eight rings. 』

Peerless eight rings, Yan Xing's heart moved, this thing seems to be very good, the most important thing is that the feather also floated up, flashing a hazy white light, eager to try, as if seducing him.

"Little Feather, it's not that you are not good, but Brother Yan wants to go shopping again. If I don't meet someone better than you, I will come back to pick you up."

"Be good and wait for me."

After saying that, Yan Xing turned around ruthlessly, jumped off the cylinder, and shot towards another pillar.

This is a twisted and grotesque mask. Yan Xing frowned slightly and reached out to touch it.

"In the 189.2 billion years of the ancient calendar, the Supreme Elder Ao Yiye killed the material entity-like alien fairy Eight-faced Ghost Shura in the Ash Abyss and hunted for this source of Taoism.

"The law of the underworld, the interweaving of space and darkness, the combination of death and killing, forever falling into purgatory in the underworld, giving birth to the great power of destruction. Peerless level, completeness seven rings. '

As before, these peerless sources of Tao not only describe their general orientation, but also record when, where and by whom they were hunted. It can be seen that peerless sources of Tao are really precious and seem difficult to pick naturally. Behind each one, it represents the death of a powerful alien fairy.

"Seven rings, not as good as that cute little feather, at least it looks better than you."

Yan Xing's eyes moved slightly, and the disgusting mask was also attracted to him, squirming and about to climb up the light film barrier.

Now, two peerless sources of Tao have been very friendly to him and willing to leave with him, which makes Yan Xing feel a little strange.

Could it be that all laws are friendly to him?

If so...

You can give it a try!

Yan Xing's expression was solemn, and with a thought, the skin on his wrist automatically cracked, a blood vessel burst, and hot blood gushed out. Then he jumped off the column and ran around in the dark desert.

Blood with a hint of golden light fell on the ground, and his aura, with blood as the medium, spread wildly in all directions.

‘Yan Xing, there is an unparalleled Dao source in the Dao source cemetery, but no one knows where it is hidden. Only when someone who is qualified to possess it appears, will it appear in the world…’

The words of the great elder Sikong were still ringing in his ears, Yan Xing kept them in mind, and now that there was a slight possibility, he naturally wanted to give it a try.

Who wouldn't want to possess the unparalleled law?

If he wanted to play, he would play a big one, and if that didn't work, there were still cute little feathers waiting for him to take.

Yan Xing's mind was as clear as a mirror, and he was very smart, and his little abacus was clanging.