Chapter 749 The Secret of Colorless Sky
Lingxiao Realm, the ancient dragon tomb.
Tens of thousands of years ago, this was the habitat of the Canglong God, with magnificent buildings standing between heaven and earth.
However, now all that is left is devastation, with bricks scattered in all directions and stone pillars lying on the ground. The former grandeur has long since disappeared. The ancient reliefs on the stone pillars are vaguely discernible, but they have been eroded by time and blurred. Only traces of dilapidation remain in the once vivid pictures.
Occasionally, broken dragon bones can be seen lying among the ruins, some are embedded in the ground, and some are leaning against broken walls. Those huge bones reveal a cold white light, as if the dragon's power has not completely dissipated and is still warning the world.
Taishang Haotian is surrounded by golden light, like a blazing sun, walking alone in this ancient dragon tomb.
Previously, among the many forces in the Lingxiao world, he was the only one who chose to target the Dragon Clan.
This is not only because the Dragon Clan has some unknown secrets, but also because he has long coveted this mysterious cemetery and intends to take it for himself.
According to legend, the Canglong God, as the first dragon between heaven and earth, never truly fell.
After shedding its body, it integrated its soul into the avenue of heaven and earth and coexisted with the world.
However, Taishang Haotian believed that this legend was not true.
He has studied countless ancient books and visited many ruins left by the Canglong God.
In his view, the Canglong God did not incarnate into the Great Dao as the legend said, but transcended this world and moved towards a more mysterious realm beyond the ninth realm.
Not long ago, Jiang Zhaoyue was imprisoned in a cell on Tiangong Floating Island. Her body was covered with milky white mist, exuding a vast and eternal mysterious aura, and she actually broke through his Tao realm with this power.
In Taishang Haotian's perception, this power is completely different from the current power system in the Lingxiao world, as if it comes from another dimension.
That scene undoubtedly further verified his suspicion.
He was certain that there was a huge secret hidden in the Canglong God, and this ancient dragon tomb was the key to unlocking this secret.
If one can penetrate the secrets and step into the mysterious realm that transcends the secular world, then neither the ninth-level Xuandan Tianzun nor the scheming Zi Wei will be able to compete with him.
At that time, he will be above all living beings and control the true supreme power in the universe.
Taishang Haotian thought as he continued to move forward slowly among the ruins.
Golden light surrounded his figure like ripples, dispelling the mist shrouding the Dragon Tomb. His eyes were deep, scanning every dilapidated ruins along the way, as if looking for some key clues.
Not long after, he came to a huge incomplete monument.
This stele has been eroded by the years, with deep cracks all over the stele's body. Most of the words and patterns on the surface are blurred. Only a few faintly hovering dragon-shaped reliefs can be seen, exuding a weak and ancient pressure.
He stopped and stared at the remaining parts of the monument.
The runes engraved on it do not belong to any existing system in the Lingxiao world, but are a more obscure and profound symbol.
When Taishang Haotian stared at them, the runes seemed to suddenly become three-dimensional. They trembled slightly and swooped into his mind like countless tiny mosquitoes. They buzzed and hummed, causing his consciousness to feel dizzy. The entire consciousness was pulled into some unknown territory.
A rare smile suddenly appeared on Taishang Haotian's face that had always been as cold as ice.
He stretched out his hand and gently pressed his palm on the giant monument.
Golden light flows out from the palm, like a blazing stream, slowly seeping into the stone tablet. The remaining runes on the giant monument seemed to be sensing something, flickering with a dark golden light.
Seeing the reaction of the stone tablet, Taishang Haotian's eyes darkened, and he increased the intensity without hesitation, pouring more true essence with the power of Tao into it continuously.
Suddenly, the giant monument trembled.
Immediately afterwards, an irresistible force suddenly surged out from the monument, like an invisible chain, instantly grabbing Taishang Haotian's soul and pulling him violently.
His vision immediately became blurred, and the surrounding space seemed to be torn apart by some invisible force and collapsed one after another.
The surrounding masonry, broken columns, and keels... were first distorted in shape, then dissipated in texture, and finally even existence itself seemed to be gradually dissolving. At some point, he had been led into a strange and unknown void.
Everything here is full of chaos, obscurity and abstraction, which is difficult to describe in any language.
Taishang Haotian clearly felt that a large amount of information was like a raging tsunami, attacking his mind crazily.
Even though he was approaching the threshold of the ninth realm, he still felt that his head was swelling and painful, and his consciousness was shaky, as if it would collapse at any time.
It took him a long time to gradually adapt to this strange environment. Then, without hesitation, he devoted all his mental strength to analyze the chaotic and unknown scenes in front of him, trying to capture a trace of understandable context.
He could clearly feel that his spiritual power was being consumed at an alarming rate.
I don't know how much time passed, but the scene in front of him changed slightly.
In the originally chaotic void, some vague outlines appeared.
Taishang Haotian looked carefully and roughly recognized that it was a mountain peak reaching into the clouds. The steep cliff was like a knife-cut axe.
"This mountain looks familiar..." He thought to himself, but for some reason he couldn't remember where he had seen it before.
With the idea of experimenting, he gathered a ray of true energy, tapped his fingertips, waved in the air, and carved a vigorous character "Hao" on the cliff.
As soon as the handwriting was completed, Taishang Haotian felt that his spiritual power had been exhausted.
His mind was in a trance, and the chaotic and abstract world collapsed, and the layers cracked and dissipated like mirror fragments.
His consciousness suddenly returned to reality, but he was too weak to support his body. He staggered and fell heavily next to the giant monument.
As a strong man at the pinnacle of the eighth realm, his usual calmness and coolness were gone at this moment. His chest heaved violently, cold sweat soaked his whole body like rain, and his fingertips trembled slightly.
His thoughts were tangled up like a mess, layered on top of each other and impossible to sort out, but they were like thousands of strings being plucked at the same time, making a harsh buzzing sound.
These sounds intertwine with each other and merge into a magnificent and frantic movement.
In this chaotic symphony, countless fragmented information gathered like light points, and finally condensed into three words, which were deeply imprinted in the depths of his mind.
"Colorless sky."
"Wisetian, what does this mean?" Taishang Haotian frowned slightly, thinking, "Does it mean the extremely chaotic spiritual world I just left?
"Did the Canglong God go to this 'colorless sky' after transcending from the spiritual realm?"
Taishang Haotian leaned against the monument, closed his eyes and rested, adjusting his breath to recover.
As time went by, his mental strength gradually replenished, and his tired body regained strength.
After a long time, he slowly stood up, took one last look at the desolate and ruined Ancient Dragon Tomb, and then turned around and left.
He thought to himself: When I advance further in my cultivation, I will definitely come here again to unlock the secret of the "Colorless Sky".
Just as he stepped outside the boundary of Dragon Tomb, a swift figure cut through the sky in the distance and arrived in an instant.
The visitor landed steadily and respectfully bowed his hands to Supreme Supreme Haotian: "My subordinate, Tong Changfeng, pays homage to the emperor!"
Taishang Haotian's eyes fell on this "divine general" and said in a calm voice: "During the time I was in the Tomb of the Ancient Dragon, did anything important happen in the Lingxiao Realm?"
Tong Changfeng nodded slightly and replied respectfully: "Your Majesty, Your Majesty the Saint, has broken through to the fourth realm. Recently, Ye Yuping, the master of Bixia Palace, personally took her to Haotian Peak to understand the stone carvings on the 'Haotian Cliff'."< br>
"Haotian Peak? Haotian Cliff? Where is that place?" Taishang Haotian felt a little strange.
As the supreme ruler of the Lingxiao Realm for thousands of years, he knows the mountains and rivers of this world very well.
But in his memory, he had never heard of any place named "Haotian Peak" or "Haotian Cliff" in the Lingxiao Realm.