Desolate, cold, lonely! Feng Xuan was stunned when he looked at the scene in front of him. When he was outside, he noticed that the Ksitigarbha world behind the light gate seemed a little different from the world behind other light gates. But when he actually set foot on this land, he could feel a kind of vastness and loneliness. The divine will came to my face. This does not seem to be a war palace, but more like a ruined world. Thick clouds blocked the light of the sun, and the wind carried flying grass clippings and tiny white flowers. Feng Xuan recognized this white flower as the Cangling flower, and he liked it most to bloom on graves. As long as the flower grows, it will always bloom. Every year when he pays homage to his father, mother, and clan members, he can often see this kind of white flowers blooming all over the grave beside the grave. In the hearts of human beings, this kind of flower symbolizes death, longing and - never meeting again. Although there is a wide avenue behind this light gate, with undulating stone houses and palaces in the distance, if you look around, you can only see undulating hills. But what is different from ordinary mountains is that this looks more like huge tombs, with Cangling flowers blooming all over the mountains and plains.
Feng Xuan even saw a bronze sword as huge as a mountain peak leaning into the ground in a very far place. The sword body was covered with green moss and weeds. The sword body was in a state of dilapidation, with huge cracks everywhere, as if a strong gust of wind would cause it to break, as if it had been broken and randomly inserted here. "That is the Xuantian Sword. It was the portable sword of the previous master of the Heavenly Sword Palace. It is a divine weapon that has surpassed the holy weapon and reached the level of a divine weapon. It can also be called an imperial weapon. The sword body has immortality added to it. Made of bronze, even if there is no one to guard it, and controlled by a sword spirit, this Xuantian Sword can still unleash the combat power of the fifth realm." Yin Mo stood next to Feng Xuan, also looking at the scene in the distance, and said lightly. "this......" Feng Xuan looked at the huge bronze sword in the distance in shock, unable to imagine that it was once a godless weapon. This was the most powerful soldier Feng Xuan had ever seen, but he never expected that it was actually a dead sword. Yes, Feng Xuan could see that this so-called Xuantian Sword was dead. The entire sword body no longer had any spiritual brilliance, just like the rocks on the roadside, no! Even worse than those rocks. This is a death sword, a death sword that cannot even match the spirituality of the most mundane sword. "Since it was once the weapon of Tianjian Palace, why is it in our Ksitigarbha Realm? Even if it is broken, it shouldn't be randomly discarded in this Ksitigarbha Realm, right? Is this how the Master of Tianjian Palace treats it? My former soldier?" Feng Xuan looked at the broken bronze sword in the distance and frowned. "That's naturally because the master of the Heavenly Sword Palace is already dead, and the reason why the Heavenly Sword Palace allowed this divine weapon that once suppressed the entire palace to be buried here is naturally very simple. They are waiting." Hearing some familiar questions, Yin Mo looked at Xuantian Sword, his eyes a little wandering, as if he recalled a scene that his master once told him. Under the palace, a pair of masters and disciples looked at the huge bronze sword standing in the distance. "Master, since this Xuantian Sword was once the imperial weapon of Tianjian Palace, even if it is broken, it shouldn't be left alone, right?" Yin Mo looked at Xuantian Sword with some doubts on his face. The Master of the Ksitigarbha Hall, who was dressed in a black loose robe, stood under the edge of the hall with his hands behind his hands. He was not moved at all when he heard Yin Mo's question. "The Xuantian Sword once used immortal bronze to cast its sword body. Although the sword spirit was completely lost in that battle and the sword body was almost destroyed, if according to the rumors of immortal bronze, there is still a glimmer of hope for recovery. It just needs one person. Opportunity" Hearing this, Yin Mo became even more confused.
"What does that have to do with my Ksitigarbha Palace?" The Master of Ksitigarbha Hall turned around, looked at Yin Mo, and said calmly: "The Lord of the Heavenly Sword Palace was once a close friend of your master. He knew that the god-burial will of my Ksitigarbha lineage had the miraculous effect of turning death into life, so he wanted to beg your master to summon his spirit for him. But what he doesn't know is that your master has long been able to sense through divine will that there is no longer any residual spirit in the Xuantian Sword. Perhaps the Master of the Heavenly Sword Palace also knows it, but he just doesn't want to admit it. However, this is his last last act before his death. It’s my request. As a friend, your master cannot refuse.” A hint of surprise appeared on Yin Mo's face. "So the master agreed to the request of the Lord of Heavenly Sword Hall? But now it seems that it has failed." Yin Mo looked at the still broken sword body in front of him and sighed. The Master of Ksitigarbha Palace also looked at the extremely broken bronze sword that was stuck diagonally on the ground, with a flash of depth in his eyes. "Maybe..." Feng Xuan looked at Xuantian Sword with emotion and said with some pity: "Hey, this is an imperial weapon. Is it really impossible?" Yin Mo did not speak, but casually caught a piece of Cangling Flower, slowly placed it in front of him, and towards the direction of Xuantian Sword, slowly twisted a piece of soil to bury it. "It has been ninety thousand years since the Xuantian Sword was buried." Looking at Yin Mo's movements, Feng Xuan suddenly thought of something. Looking at the big and small dirtbags, his pupils suddenly shrank. "What are these buried in?" Feng Xuan seemed to understand something, the Ksitigarbha realm, the burial of gods, the burial of swords... "It seems that you have thought of it. Yes, unlike the world where other war halls are located, apart from the people of my Ksitigarbha Hall itself, there are no other living beings in this world, and there are only these tombs. In this world, countless powerful creatures have been buried, whether they are humans, beasts, gods, or demons. Almost all creatures of all races can find the tombs of their clans here, even those who have long disappeared in the long river of time. Most of the racial creatures can be found.” Yin Mo stood up and looked at the large and small hills with a look of confusion on his face. Feng Xuan looked at Yin Mo in horror. He didn't expect that the truth of the Ksitigarbha world turned out to be like this, Ksitigarbha! Ksitigarbha! It would be more appropriate to say that it was an underground burial! Looking at Feng Xuan's appearance, Yin Mo smiled. "You don't need to be so surprised. This is just the way of practice of my Ksitigarbha lineage. You will find out in the future that this world is far from as simple as you think!" Feng Xuan nodded silently, looked at the huge light door behind him, and suddenly asked: "Eighth Senior Brother, does each battle hall in the Great Wilderness Holy Land occupy a world? How do we usually communicate with each other? If we don't have the ability to break the void, wouldn't it be impossible to leave this world for the rest of our lives?" This is what Feng Xuan doesn't understand. If there is no gate to the palace, how can he go out. "Haha, you don't have to worry about this. Each of our war halls has many teleportation altars. You only need to hold the token to teleport." Yin Mo was not surprised when he heard what Feng Xuan asked and said with a smile.