The Son of Heaven

Chapter 59 The Magic Book
This is a divine island with thousands of rays of light, thousands of auspicious colors, bright neon lights, embellished with green trees and fairy flowers, and waterfalls and flowing springs. The scenery looks spectacular and beautiful.

In a dreamlike palace, a handsome and extraordinary man was sitting upright, he was the God Son of the Feng Clan, at this moment he was trembling, and opposite him was also sitting upright a woman.

The woman is dressed in white, and she looks far beyond the beauty of the country, but she is in a very bad state at this time, exuding a thick and decadent aura, her eyes are dim, and her whole body is faintly visible.

The realm of the woman is also very unstable, for a while there is a wave of falling stars, and for a while it falls to only the four poles.

"You said, you saw the person in the portrait?" The woman opened her mouth, her illusory body solidified a little, and she appeared even more magnificent.

Fengzu Shenzi nodded like a chick pecking at rice: "Back to the ancestors, yes, I saw it, they are almost exactly the same!"

"Who is he?"

"The holy son of the Nine Heavens Holy Land, I think he will definitely participate in this trip to the abandoned land."

"Nine Heavens Son?"

After pondering, the woman said: "Then, you go back and tell the patriarch of this generation that I will go to the abandoned land this time. I agree and ask him to give me some life-prolonging elixir."

"Understood!" The Wind Clan God Son let out a long breath and stood up, "Then the younger generation will take a step first."

"Are you afraid of me?" the woman said suddenly.

The Feng Clan Shenzi froze, shook his head and smiled: "No, no, it's respect, respect to the elders!"

"Heh, the mouth is so sweet, go." The woman looked very tired and waved her hand.

"Okay!"

After flying out of the island of God, God Son of the Wind Clan completely relaxed. God knows how nervous he was just now. The reason was that the woman just now was too scary, and her status in the Wind Clan was also very high.

Almost no one in the entire Wind Clan is willing to come here now, they seem to be afraid of this old ancestor, as if this old ancestor has done some shocking deeds.

He didn't dare to come if he didn't see the patriarch of the Wind Clan, so let him, a young man, come here to find out.

Fengzu Shenzi was also very nervous, but no matter what, he finally completed the task!

Nine Heavens Holy Land, an ancient tower, most of which are surrounded by clouds, colorful clouds are transpiring, immortal energy is misty, and there are treasures everywhere.

The precious light of the ancient tower soars to the sky, and there are one after another divine beads floating, engraved with dao marks, shining like stars, and the speed of practicing here can be doubled.

This is a sacred place, which contains a part of the heritage of a holy place of the extreme for hundreds of thousands of years. There are countless treasures, many of which have never been heard before.

There are mountains piled up of source blocks, tens of thousands of shocking ancient medicines, incomplete holy soldiers, profound and immortal ancient scriptures, and mysterious ancient killing arrays.

In any corner, there are all kinds of jade vases on display, shining brightly, and there are many pill furnaces, wafting fragrance, refreshing, and I don't know how many treasure pills there are!

Shen Xuan was calm on the surface, but in fact he was amazed in his heart. This is just one of the sacred places. As far as Xuan knows, there are definitely not just one or two such places, but hundreds of them. Accumulation, profound background is staggering.

"Are you the Holy Son of this generation?"

Such an important place is naturally guarded by strong people. A few old men sat on the bluestone, their ancient Taoist robes were covered with dust. They were like fossils, sitting cross-legged here to guard their practice.

These people are all from at least 1000 years ago. They are all strong men of the first level of power.

Although Shen Xuan's status is extraordinary, out of respect, he didn't act recklessly: "Yes."

"Very good!" The old men were very satisfied, a holy body, they saw Shen Xuan's amazing talent.

After Shen Xuan saluted, he handed in various order certificate procedures, and several old men nodded after reviewing each other.

One of them said: "According to the warrant, you can take one thing from it, but you are not allowed to take more, otherwise you will be captured immediately, go in."

He shot a divine light, and suddenly, a light curtain was opened. This is the restriction of Gu Que, you can't force it, otherwise you will be robbed.

Shen Xuan entered the palace, only to find that the treasures inside were so vast that people couldn't take their eyes off them.

He turned around in this sea for a while, only to feel dazzled. The collection here is so rich and gorgeous that it makes people petrified, stay there!
Shen Xuan didn't know which fetish to choose, whether it was a broken holy weapon, or an ancient medicine tens of thousands of years old, so he walked to a corner of the ancient tower unknowingly.

There are no panaceas or peerless artifacts here, only three wooden frames standing upright. On these three wooden frames, one after another slightly dilapidated ancient books are placed. In total, there are no more than seventy or eighty books.

These ancient books were not only torn to death, but also not even classified. Fortunately, there were not many books, so Shen Xuan started to read them.

There are alchemy, there are weapons, there are also explanations of Dao patterns, and there are some about growing flowers and grass, self-cultivation and self-cultivation.

Shen Xuan read each book with relish, he didn't take any book away, he just read it on the spot.

Until he picked up the last book at the bottom, his expression suddenly changed.

This is a dusty book.

It's very old, almost rotten, and it doesn't have any luster at all, but luckily the writing is legible.

"This is the text of the age of mythology..."

Relying on his family education, Shen Xuan is proficient in mythology, the common characters of the ancient and ancient times, it can be said that he is almost half a language expert.

The more Shen Xuan looked at it, the more surprised he became, because there was a faint imperial prestige emanating from the book, which was condensed and never dispersed.

The broken pages emitted an astonishing ray of light, and the words on the pages also became profound and wonderful.

"It's terrible, this is a conjecture left by a human emperor in the age of mythology, no, this person has already achieved Taoism in a different way, comparable to a great holy body!" Shen Xuan was a little surprised, how could such a person leave a scripture? Will be randomly thrown in this inconspicuous corner, let time corrode, he continued to read.

"Practice conjecture, the last madness of a loser, I hope the latecomers will not be fascinated and go astray like me!"

"I don't accept it! I have no songs, a generation of heavenly pride, a mortal body, five hundred years of cultivation to become a quasi-emperor, and my talent is peerless. The world says that I am the next heavenly emperor, but who knows that I still fall short! I have fallen so far, I am about to die. "

"Latecomer, since you are willing to read this book, let me ask you, what is the purpose of practicing?"

"You might answer: It's for longevity, but longevity and immortality are unattainable dreams. If you have seen it, believe it! Hahaha."

……

Shen Xuan read it patiently, paragraph after paragraph of useless self-testimonials, until halfway through the book, Shen Xuan saw a sentence that made him admire.

"So the current practice method is not bullshit!"

　The author received a notice today that he will be vaccinated, so there will be one change today and tomorrow, and two changes will resume the day after tomorrow.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)