Under Shangguan Yong's leadership, Zhang Ruochen and others soon came to the holy mountain in the center of the Quesheng Palace.

With the recovery of Kunlun Realm, this holy mountain has undergone considerable changes. Not only has the mountain become more majestic, but the key is to burst out a large amount of holy energy of heaven and earth, making the entire Que Shengwang Palace a rare holy place for cultivation.

The vegetation on the Holy Mountain is dense and lush, with many spiritual medicines growing, and even holy medicines.

Some ancient pavilions are hidden in the mountains and forests, perfectly combined with the holy mountain itself.

In the entire Shangguan family, not many people are qualified to have a place to practice on the holy mountain.

The top of the holy mountain is even more forbidden. It is where Shangguan Que lives. Without permission, even Shangguan Yong, the head of the Shangguan family, is not allowed to approach.

"Your Highness, the ancestors are on the top of the mountain." Shangguan Yong said respectfully.

Zhang Ruochen nodded and said, "I'm working hard!"

There is a special forbidden air formation arranged on the holy mountain, and ordinary people cannot fly in the air at all, but this obviously cannot restrict Zhang Ruochen and others.

Immediately, Zhang Ruochen and others soared into the air and flew to the top of the mountain at an extremely fast speed.

Shangguan Yong raised his head and looked up at Zhang Ruochen's gradually rising figure. He did not leave. If the ancestor had any instructions, he could complete it in time.

At this moment, it was noon, with the scorching sun in the sky, and the top of the mountain was shrouded in clouds and mist, like a fairyland.

In an instant, Zhang Ruochen locked in the place where Shangguan Que was.

The figure flashed, and seven people landed on a cliff.

There is an ancient pine growing by the cliff, extremely vigorous. I don’t know how many years it has been rooted here. The trunks are twisted and like dragons.

Under the ancient pine, there is a stone platform, and there is a set of tea sets on it. Sitting alone in front of the stone platform, holding a small tea bowl in his hand, and a trace of heat radiates out of the tea bowl.

The breeze blows, and a faint tea fragrance spreads, refreshing the heart.

Sitting in front of the stone platform was an old man with white hair, extremely elegant, exuding the temperament of a great scholar and a sense of righteousness.

The old man with white hair had a rosy complexion, and had no twilight energy on his body. Although his figure was not tall, he gave people a sense of calmness like a sacred mountain.

"Student Zhang Ruochen, I have met the teacher."

Zhang Ruochen stepped forward and bowed to the white-haired old man.

Eight hundred years have passed, and Shangguanque has not changed much. He is as elegant and calm as before, and has a kind face, but he has a kind majesty that is respectable.

Zhang Ruochen was able to confirm at this moment that when he attacked Lingxiao Tianwang Mansion, the Confucian and Taoist saint king in the Dragon Guarding Pavilion was Shangguan Que.

"Taifu, I haven't seen you for many years, and you haven't changed at all."

Kong Lanyou also went forward to perform the ritual.

In the past, she also studied with Shangguan Que, and was also a student of Shangguan Que.

However, after the destruction of Shengming, Shangguan Que became the sage king of Que in the court and was regarded as a traitor by many of the old subordinates of Shengming. Kong Lanyou never met him again. In this flash, eight hundred years have passed.

Eight hundred years have been a long time, and there are not many old friends left in the past.

Shangguan Que put down the tea bowl in his hand, a kind and kind smile appeared on his face, and said, "Come and sit here and talk to me, the old man."

Neither Zhang Ruochen nor Kong Lanyou hesitated, stood up straight, walked to the stone platform and sat down.

Mu Lingxi, Mingjiang King, Jin Yu, Luo Chen and Bao Lie also walked up and found their own seats to sit down.

Fortunately, the stone platform is big enough and there are many seats around, otherwise they would have to stand.

Shangguan Que lifted the teapot and poured a bowl of tea for Zhang Ruochen and others.

The King of Mingjiang said coldly: "Shangguan Que, your life is pretty good. The King of Que of the court has a noble status. I don't want us, such as the wise and wise traitors, to hide from all over the world."

"Eight hundred years have passed, so why should the prince be so upset? It is actually not what I want to make such a choice." Shangguan Que sighed very much.

King Mingjiang still had a bad tone: "Can someone else force you?"

Shangguan Que just shook his head, but he didn't want to say anything, as if there was something unspeakable.

The King of Mingjiang was angry and said, "What are you shaking your head? If you have any words, you just said, "To this day, what else should you hide?"

"Some things are far more complicated than you think, the prince." Shangguan Que said in a deep voice.

King Mingjiang immediately wanted to say something, but before he could say it, Zhang Ruochen spoke first: "Uncle, don't worry about this. Since the teacher doesn't want to say it, we can't force it."

Upon hearing this, King Mingjiang no longer said anything. Although he was Zhang Ruochen's elder, he now focuses on Zhang Ruochen in everything.

Zhang Ruochen turned to Shangguan Que and said seriously: "Teacher, we are here to learn some of the truth about eight hundred years ago. I hope you can tell the truth."

Shangguan Que drank a sip of tea and said softly: "If you want to ask, just ask."

Although it was the scorching sun at this moment, the breeze on the top of the mountain seemed very cool and there was no sense of heat at all.

Zhang Ruochen looked serious and said, "As a member of the Dragon Guarding Pavilion, the teacher should have seen his father before his father disappeared. Do you know where his father went?"

"Yes, before the palace transformation, we members of the Dragon Guarding Pavilion were indeed summoned by His Majesty, but His Majesty did not tell us where he would go." Shangguan Que replied.

Zhang Ruochen frowned slightly. He didn't even know the whereabouts of Emperor Ming. He was afraid that he would actually go to the Buddha Realm of the West to verify it himself.

After pondering slightly, Zhang Ruochen continued to ask: "Why did the Father order the Dragon Guarding Pavilion to cast the holy altar? What is the real function of the holy altar? What is the meaning of preserving those holy souls? Also, where is the holy altar now?"

That altar is a treasury that is cast in full swing and wise.

Zhang Ruochen only learned about some things about the altar from the Divine Sword Saint Land not long ago, but unfortunately Lu Huaiyu didn't know the real secret of the altar at all.

Shangguan Que stood up, turned around and walked towards the edge of the cliff, looked at the surging clouds under the cliff, and slowly said: "In fact, even I do not fully understand the secrets of the altar. However, according to Your Majesty's wishes, for hundreds of years, we have preserved the holy souls of most of the dead saints in the Kunlun Realm in the altar, so that their holy souls will not dissipate. Perhaps, under special circumstances, they will all be able to resurrect."

"Originally, the holy altar was placed in the Divine Sword Holy Land. Before the Hell Realm broke through the altar of heaven and earth, we were ordered by the two Golden Beast Kings to transfer the holy altar to the Yin Burial Mountains."

Upon hearing this, Kong Lanyou and others couldn't help but show a shocked expression. Although the Kunlun Realm has declined, many saints have been born. In hundreds of years, a large number of saints will definitely die. It is conceivable that there are definitely many holy souls preserved in that altar.

If those saints can truly be resurrected, it will undoubtedly be a very powerful force.

In fact, Kong Lanyou knew the existence of the altar very early and knew that the altar could preserve the holy soul, but she didn't know what the purpose of the altar to preserve the holy soul. She once asked Lu Yuanzhi, but unfortunately she couldn't get the answer.

Now that I think about it, I am afraid that the only two golden beast emperors who truly know the secrets of the holy altar are the only ones who trust them more than anyone else.

"Why should I send the altar to the Yinzhan Mountains? What's there?" Zhang Ruochen looked puzzled, feeling very puzzled by this.

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