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Qin Mu's mind was buzzing, all kinds of thoughts came flooding in, messy, and his ears were buzzing.

What Qingyou Shanren revealed was truly astonishing. Not only that, the message it contained was also shocking!

Xiaoyujing, Tiansheng Sect and Renhuang Palace actually have the same origin. They were all created by people who came out of the same era and the same place. Not only that, these three holy places are actually fragments of the same place!

He turned around and looked at the village chief. The village chief looked calm and his emotions were not fluctuating at all. It seemed that although the words of Qingyou Shanren were earth-shattering, they still could not shake his heart.

Or perhaps, he already knew the connection between these three holy places, so it was difficult for him to be shocked.

The old Tathagata and the old Taoist were both shocked. It was obvious that the former owners of the two holy places did not know the story behind this.

The origins of these two holy places are even older, but some of their history has not been recorded.

Qingyou Shanren withdrew his gaze from the village chief and looked at Qin Mu. He was slightly startled and smiled, "It seems that the old emperor did not tell you the inside story. You have never been to the Human Emperor Palace. Young Human Emperor, you should go there. You will know many secrets."

Qin Mu calmed himself down and said in a deep voice, "Please let Qingyouxian speak clearly!"

Qingyou Shanren looked at the village chief again, and the village chief's face was as calm as an ancient well.

Qingyou Shanren smiled and said, "Since you don't say anything, I have no choice but to take over. Emperor Ren, please follow me."

He walked down the mountain, Qin Mu followed, and the village chief also floated up silently and followed behind the two. Xiong Xiyu hesitated, pulled Xiong Qier, shook his head and said, "We should not get too involved in the affairs of the Middle Earth."

Xiong Qier was quite puzzled, but Xiong Xiyu had her own concerns. The affairs of the Zhentian Palace in the West were already enough to give her a headache, and the affairs of the Middle Earth were even more terrifying. She keenly realized that there were some secrets that it was better for her not to know.

The old Taoist master and the old Tathagata looked at each other, and the old Taoist master smiled and said, "It's easy to be free from worries. We are already immortals in Xiaoyujing. It's better not to know more secrets, so as not to ruin our mood."

Lao Ru looked at him and said, "The golden book contains the method to connect to the divine bridge. Are you not interested?"

"So what?"

The old Taoist master said leisurely: "Where is the person who created the method to connect the divine bridge now?"

The old Tathagata was stunned for a moment, then laughed loudly, and no longer had any intention of following him: "All the emperors of previous dynasties have been defeated, so there is no need for us to join in the fun."

As for Long Qilin, he did not follow him, but lay down on the side and snored loudly.

"He will be eaten." Xiong Qier leaned close to his ear and whispered.

Long Qilin raised his head quickly and looked around alertly. He found that Qin Mu was not there, and said to the little girl, "I will get up and exercise after sleeping for a while."

Xiong Qier believed it to be true.

Qin Mu followed Qingyou Shanren across the long rope bridge, bypassed several fairy mountains, and came to a fairy mountain floating in the air.

Hermit Qingyou led them to the great hall on the top of the mountain. This hall was extremely old and seemed to be in disrepair for many years. The walls of the palace were broken and several pillars did not support the roof of the hall, as if it had been destroyed in a war.

The main hall is called Qingshi Hall. The words on the plaque are a little blurry, but you can still tell that the person who wrote the three words had extremely high attainments in calligraphy and painting. The words "Qingshi Hall" have a sense of historical heaviness, and a sense of vicissitudes comes across between the lines.

"During the Kaihuang period, Qingshi Hall was a famous place."

Qingyou Shanren walked into the hall. There were no books in the hall anymore, only rows of ancient bookshelves. The inner hall was the original space, very vast. Qin Mu saw that many bookshelves were placed on the dome-shaped walls, and one had to walk on the walls to read there.

It’s a pity that all the books here are gone.

"Many of the books here were destroyed in the war, and the remaining books were moved to other halls for preservation. The group of immortals who opened up Xiaoyujing originally planned to demolish the Qingshi Hall, but they felt that it was meaningful to keep it, so they did not move this hall."

Qingyou Shanren walked up the wall, walked between the rows of empty bookshelves, and stroked these ancient bookshelves with his hands.

Qin Mu also followed him and walked up the wall. He was slightly startled. The geomagnetic force from the wall sucked his body, allowing them to walk freely on the wall.

"The group of immortals who opened up Xiaoyujing were responsible for recording history during the Kaihuang period."

Qingyou Shanren said: "It not only records the history of Kaihuang Ji, but also records the history of the era before Kaihuang Ji. It is precisely because they record history that they have seen the failures in history and are well aware of the dangers. Therefore, after the destruction of Kaihuang Ji, they moved Qingshi Palace here and created the holy land of Xiaoyujing. Xiaoyujing is far away from the world and does not participate in the world's struggles. It just floats quietly outside the world and records the rise and fall of the world. Does the Human Emperor know where Qingshi Palace was originally located in Kaihuang Ji?"

Qin Mu shook his head.

Qingyou Shanren walked up to the dome, upside down, and said, "Then the Human Emperor should know the meaning of the word Yujing, right?"

"Yujing, the capital city where the Emperor of Heaven resides." Qin Mu said.

Qingyou Shanren sighed, "Yes, it is the capital city where the Emperor of Heaven resides. Yujing is the Heavenly Palace. The name Xiaoyujing was originally named to commemorate the capital city where the Emperor of Heaven resides. The history recorded in the Qingshi Palace is actually for the Emperor of Heaven to see."

Qin Mu was shocked. He stared at him blankly and murmured, "Is Xiao Yujing from Yujing?"

"That's right, Xiao Yujing is from Yujing!"

Qingyou Shanren turned around, looked at him and the village chief, and said in a deep voice: "Xiaoyujing comes from the capital of Kaihuangji, Yujing! Renhuang Palace also comes from there! Shenglin Mountain also comes from there! They are all fragments of Yujing! The one who created the three holy places, whether it is the immortal of Xiaoyujing, the first generation of Renhuang Palace, or the woodcutter saint of Tiansheng Sect, all came from Yujing of Kaihuangji!"

The village chief's eyes sparkled: "Since we are from the same origin, why can't Xiaoyujing help? Qin Renhuang is the leader of Tiansheng Sect and the current emperor of Renhuang Palace. It is reasonable for you, Xiaoyujing, to help us!"

Qingyou Shanren walked down from the dome, shook his head and said, "Old Emperor, you are still so ambitious and stubborn. I really want you to read the history recorded in Xiaoyujing, I really want you to experience the cruelty of history, to crush all your obsessions and beliefs, to watch you lying on the ground crying helplessly, to watch you lose all hope and have no hope at all!"

He exhaled a breath of foul air and said calmly: "I don't need to do this. Because I only need to let you see these stone statues, and I can defeat you."

He walked out of the Qingshi Hall and looked towards a fairy mountain in the distance.

Qin Mu and the village chief also left Qingshi Hall. Qin Mu stood behind him and the village chief floated beside him.

In the distance, the fairy mountains are shrouded in curling clouds, and the fairy light is as bright as a long rainbow ribbon, surrounding tall and majestic stone statues. These stone statues are so magnificent that I wonder which god-like figure carved them.

Qingyou Hermit walked down the fairy mountain and walked over there along the cable bridge.

They came to the fairy mountain where the stone statue was. Qin Mu's eyes suddenly twitched. He saw a stone statue dressed as a woodcutter, holding a stone axe in his hand.

The stone statue is very tall, like a giant.

The woodcutter was carved so vividly and lifelike that it did not look like it was carved by hand, but rather like a petrified person.

"This is the saint revered by the Tiansheng Religion. He is the woodcutter who preaches the scriptures on the preaching stone under the tree."

Qingyou Shanren looked up at the stone statue of the woodcutter and said, "After preaching the scriptures, he became hopeless and came to Xiaoyujing. He chose to become a fossil like the immortal who founded Xiaoyujing. Look, where is his gaze looking?"

Qin Mu's heart trembled, and he said in a hoarse voice: "Daxu."

"He was looking towards Daxu. It used to be his homeland, but it had become a barren land. He couldn't change anything, and couldn't do anything."

Qingyou's words cut into Qin Mu's heart like a knife. The plain words seemed to have turned into the most terrifying magical power to destroy his will: "The leaders of your Tiansheng Sect are all so amazing, but which leader has achieved more than the woodcutter? He is your saint, but what can he do? Isn't he as disheartened as a stone, and turned into a stone sculpture in Xiaoyujing?"

He came to the second stone statue, which looked like a scholar with a compassionate look in his eyes and a book in his hands. Although the book was open, his eyes were not on it.

He was also looking towards Daxu.

"This is one of the immortals who founded Xiaoyujing, and one of the historians in charge of Qingshi Palace during the early days of the wasteland."

Qingyou Shanren continued to walk forward and came to the third stone statue: "This is also the historian of Qingshi Palace. There is also him, and there is also her!"

He walked past one stone statue after another, and then came to a tall stone statue. The statue had an extraordinary demeanor. With both hands leaning on a sword, the sword was inserted into the ground, but his eyes were looking into the distance, still in the direction of Daxu.

"My homeland has turned into ruins. Even if I have lofty aspirations and strong ambitions, they will inevitably be dampened."

Qingyou Mountain Man looked up with a look of admiration and said, "That person who fought hard to save the world and the human race in the ancient times when the Kaihuang Era was destroyed, also lost all hope and turned into stone. Old Emperor, is there one body missing from the corpses of the successive emperors in your Emperor Palace? He is right here."

Qingyou Shanren was sad and said, "He is right here..."

The village chief's heart was shocked and he looked up at the majestic and extraordinary stone statue.

The founder of the Human Emperor Palace, the first generation of Human Emperor, saved countless sects large and small, left seeds for future civilizations, was a man revered as the Emperor of Human Race by all races and sects, a mythical figure who founded the Human Emperor Palace, this holy place and this heritage, but in the end, he died heartlessly.

He turned into a stone statue in Xiaoyujing!

The village chief felt a roar in his heart, and it was the feeling of all his insistence collapsing.

It was as if he had returned to the day when his hands and feet were cut off. All his persistence and beliefs suddenly collapsed, and he became the helpless old man with his hands and feet cut off. He wanted to struggle, but he had no hands to grab anything. He wanted to stand up but he had no legs, so he could only lie on the ground!

That was then.

Only after Qin Mu came to the Disabled Elders Village did he slowly come out of his helplessness and despair.

And now, the god in his heart collapsed, making him relive the feeling of helplessness and despair!

His old eyes were blurry and he tried to reach out to grab something, but he couldn't grab anything. His body fell to the ground and he wanted to stand up but couldn't.

Qin Mu picked up the helpless white-haired old man.

"Mu'er..."

The former emperor burst into tears and begged, "Let's go back to Canlao Village, let's go back, we won't come out anymore... Give me the seal of the emperor, give it to me! I can't let you follow my old path, I will take it to the grave! You can't afford it——"