C255 The Ancient Shrine

The God Temple had turned black and grey, as if it had been through a storm. Hong Zheng raised his head and looked at the God Temple in front of him. His eyes sparkled.

He slowly moved forward, emitting an imposing aura. None of the Desolate Beast dared to approach him. Some of the Desolate Beast that were close to him were crawling on the ground. Their bodies were trembling, and none of them dared to approach him.

He didn't pay any attention to these Desolate Beast. He just stared unblinkingly at the God Temple.

The walls of the ancient God Temple were filled with crisscrossing marks. Some looked like they had been cut by a sword, while others looked like they had been scratched by sharp claws. Some looked like they had been struck by lightning. All sorts of marks covered the entire God Temple, making it seem like the God Temple had gone through a lot of vicissitudes.

"Traces of the Great Dao..." Hong Zheng muttered to himself once more. Back then, the old monster from the Hong Family had told him. In order to complete the Perfect Dao Body, he had to create the Drawing-board Palace. The prerequisite for creating the Drawing-board Palace was to find a palace that was full of traces of the Great Dao.

He had always remembered this in his heart.

When he first entered the God Temple, he had a faint feeling that he would once again come into contact with the God Temple. That feeling had suddenly come from somewhere, and he had no idea what it was.

"Who exactly left this God Temple behind? How did the traces of the Great Dao come to form?" Hong Zheng was full of doubts. He walked forward and placed his right hand on the wall. He touched the traces and felt that there was a concave feeling coming from his fingertips.

Closing his eyes, countless images suddenly appeared in his mind.

The first image was that God Temple was standing in an immortal realm. The scene was peaceful, auspicious multicolored light bloomed, and rare birds and Strange Beast roamed about. Suddenly, a myriad of bolts of lightning descended from the sky and struck the God Temple. The God Temple trembled, but it wasn't destroyed. However, there were traces left on its wall.

The lightning kept interweaving, turning into a huge net. After an unknown amount of time, it left traces on the wall.

The second scene was that the Worldly Immortal Realm had already disappeared. It had appeared in a vast wilderness. The mountains were lofty and lofty, and ancient trees were dripping with vitality. On the other hand, the God Temple stood towering amidst the ravines and mountains, and it was far from the bustling world. It quietly stood there, never changing since the ancient times. Until one day, there were two figures flickering with light. When they arrived in front of God Temple, a great battle broke out. The Great Desolate was shattered, but the God Temple was still trembling. In the end, both of them seemed to have used up all their magic and leaned against the wall. They began a close combat. Every strike left a mark on the wall.

The third scene, the scene of the God Temple changed once again. After drifting into the starry sky, a Kunpeng turned into a three meter long beast and approached the wall, leaving a mark on the wall with its claws.

The fourth picture was extremely shocking.

It was a giant the size of Land of Control sitting cross-legged in the void, cultivating. The God Temple, on the other hand, was floating in front of his forehead like a drop of dew. Light blossomed between his glabella, and countless rays of light enveloped God Temple. But at this moment, the giant's eyes suddenly opened wide. Because a blood red spear had come from the end of the void, piercing through the back of his head. It pierced through his forehead. The God Temple had disappeared into the void!

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Countless scenes flashed past, and Hong Zheng's forehead was covered with sweat. He opened his eyes, and his eyes were filled with shock. "This God Temple is simply a palace of the Drawing-board Palace! It was even more possible that the Drawing-board Palace belonged to that giant. Who exactly is he? He is so strong, yet he was killed by a long spear that shattered his Niwan Palace's major acupuncture points? Who is the one who killed him?"

Hong Zheng looked at the God Temple with a complicated expression in his eyes. If it wasn't for his good fortune today, the God Temple might have been buried here forever. Perhaps one day, someone would find it. However, most of the time, it might stand tall here. Until the end.

He walked into the God Temple. The Locking Dragon Well was still there. Two thick black iron chains sank into the well. However, the well was empty. There was nothing inside.

He tilted his head, feeling that the well was a very strange thing.

Ordinary people need the well to drink water. The first thing to think about drinking water was the well. The well itself also seems to have unimaginable mysteriousness. For example, the Locking Dragon Well could lock down a True Dragon. He once again recalled that the Bodhi Tree had taken root in a well. Ancient Emperor Chu Yun's coffin was placed on top of a well.

Back then, the Jade Winged Golden Toad Qi Mengqiu had used a divine ability - Heaven Observing Skill. It was a scene of an old toad sitting cross-legged in a well.

"Why? What exactly does it represent?" Hong Zheng was full of questions. Then, he felt that there was a need to make a trip to the Jade Winged Golden Toad clan to ask for clarification.

The God Temple was empty. Other than the Locking Dragon Well, there was nothing else. Furthermore, there was an endless amount of death Qi floating around. This gave Hong Zheng a very strange feeling. It was as if he wasn't facing a God Temple, but a place where he was on the verge of death. An old man who had a death wish in his heart.

"I think I can understand what you mean." Hong Zheng's voice wasn't loud. It sounded like he was talking to himself, but more like he was talking to God Temple. "Master died in battle, but you survived for so many years. Become the God Temple and hide in the mortal world for so many years... If I were you, I would be tired of it and want to break myself. "

The God Temple trembled slightly, as if it was responding to Hong Zheng's words. A sense of compassion began to appear, and then quickly enveloped the entire God Temple.

"Actually, I don't think you need to do this at all. Your existence is reasonable. Since you have existed for so many years, there must be a reason for your existence." Hong Zheng said.

God Temple trembled once more, as if agreeing with Hong Zheng.

"Your appearance reminds me of Dongfang Shiwu. The whole world is silent. I am the only one who woke up. I have never experienced this kind of pain, but I feel that... That should be a kind of pain that comes from my bone marrow." Hong Zheng caressed the wall and the ground. His face gradually became sad, "No, I've experienced it before. Shangguan Motai was kidnapped. I experienced anger and then despair. When I look back, there is actually not a single person in the world who can help me. I have to rely on myself to save her. Lee Qingyi's death made me experience even more despair... At that time, I felt as if I was the only one left in the world walking alone."

" I had been buried in the Wondrous Medicine Devil Land for ten years, and when I woke up, I felt even more lonely. "

"I was searching for my father's footprints, but I didn't find anything. In the past, now, and in the future, I have to search for him. There might be results, but there might be no results. That is also a type of world-shaking loneliness that goes deep into one's bone marrow."

Hong Zheng rarely spoke so much, but after entering the God Temple today, he told them everything that was hidden in his heart.

After a quarter of an hour, Hong Zheng stood up and said with a bright smile," Look, I can still smile brilliantly. I still have to smile and chase after him. Since he is here, I have to put all my effort into it, right? "

His smile was brilliant and clean.

The God Temple seemed to have been infected. It began to shake violently. The marks on the wall kept shining, as if the great formation had been activated. The rust on the wall was peeling off.