Zhang Ruochen was sitting cross-legged in the Seven-Star Emperor's Palace, with nine heavens appearing above his head, and a sea of ​​chaotic light beneath his feet.

The countless rules of the holy way in the body rush to the upper reaches of the ninth heaven, building the walls, pillars, and top of the heavenly palace... in order to condense the tenth heaven.

"Boom!"

The tenth level of the sky was only condensed less than one-third, and then it collapsed.

"Is there really only nine heavens?"

All power fluctuations and magical sights were taken back into Zhang Ruochen's body.

Open your eyes and meditate.

Zhang Ruochen once heard Master Jie say that "Nine Heavens of Ming Emperor Sutra" and "Thirty-Three Heavens" are the names outsiders call "Ming Emperor Sutra".

Since the "Ming Emperor Sutra" is not bound by the nine heavens, why can't the tenth heaven be condensed under the divine realm?

After many attempts, they all ended in failure.

"Wow!"

The Golden Burial White Tiger appeared next to him, hairless and like a white jade divine body, and said: "Since you can't break through and become a god, you now have only two ways to make yourself stronger."

"Which two types?" Zhang Ruochen asked.

Burying Gold White Tiger said: "The first option is to change paths with me."

"The more regular divine patterns you have in your body, the stronger you will naturally be. As long as there are enough regular divine patterns, coupled with your use of the mysteries of the sword, not to mention false gods, even weaker true gods can challenge them.

One or two.”

Zhang Ruochen nodded, naturally understanding the power of the rules and divine patterns.

That is, the power of God.

"Speaking of mysteries, I haven't asked you yet, how many mysteries did you take from me in the Origin Temple?" Zhang Ruochen asked.

The Golden Burial White Tiger was also calm and said: "In the temple of origin, you, Bai Qing'er, and Ji Fanxin each get one-tenth of the origin mysteries. This is the limit that a single creature's body can store."

"Even a god can only master one-tenth of the original mysteries under normal circumstances. Unless the god establishes an origin temple and gathers the mysteries in the temple, he can master more of the original mysteries."

"The function of the temple is to gather the secrets."

"Actually, monks under the divine realm can only control one percent of the original secret at most. Once it exceeds, the secret will overflow and be lost to the world."

"They can do it because they are the controllers of the origin. Moreover, one has a special physique, and the other carries a rare treasure that can store the secret of the origin."

"You can do it because you have me."

"After giving you ninety-nine ten thousandths, I still have nine hundred and ten thousandths of the original meaning here."

Zhang Ruochen was quite surprised. He never expected that he, Bai Qing'er, and Ji Fanxin would each take away so much of the original secret.

Doesn't it mean that the three of them have the hope of becoming the original master god in the future?

It should be noted that the number of mysteries is both "one" and infinite.

The number of shares of the mysteries is not ten thousand.

In fact, one hundred thousandth, one millionth... even one hundred millionth of the original secret can make the gods explode with extraordinary combat power.

In the world, more than half of the origin mysteries are gathered in the origin temple.

Before the Origin Temple was born, there were only very few Origin Mysteries scattered in the universe. Gods who practiced the Way of the Origin had to spend tens of thousands of years to condense one billionth or one millionth of the Origin Mysteries.

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They seem to be collecting tiny water vapor particles in the air.

Zhang Ruochen, Bai Qing'er, and Ji Fanxin took a large amount of water directly from the sea.

The difficulty of the two cannot be compared.

If the news that the three of them had taken away three-tenths of the original secret was leaked, existences at the level of gods would probably take action against them.

Zhang Ruochen said: "Going to the abyss of darkness must be extremely dangerous. I must master one percent of the secret of the origin and become the messenger of the origin."

"good!"

The Golden White Tiger separated 31/10,000 of its original meaning and poured it into Zhang Ruochen's body.

Sure enough, after the original meaning reached one percent, it seemed as if a qualitative change had occurred. Wisps of meaning rushed to the center of Zhang Ruochen's eyebrows and turned into a finger-sized point of light.

A point of light is as bright as a star.

Zhang Ruochen quickly sealed the original meaning to prevent the aura of power from bursting out.

You must know that once you master one percent of the mysteries of a certain holy way and become a messenger, it is like turning into the heart of heaven and earth, the son of destiny. No matter where you go, the rules will converge towards him crazily, inevitably causing strange phenomena in heaven and earth.

Just imagine, when Zhang Ruochen travels, the sky is filled with visions at any time, reflecting the starry sky, and can be seen thousands of miles away.

How to hide your whereabouts?

Now we can only seal it first and then use it when we encounter a real enemy.

Zhang Ruochen did not ask for more original secrets from the Golden Burial White Tiger, because they are not needed at the moment and cannot be mastered! With his current cultivation level, one percent and one-tenth of the secrets can be used to exert his combat power.

Same size.

Burial of Gold White Tiger said: "With your identity as the original messenger, you will be extremely close to the original rules of heaven and earth. They will regard you as their messenger and lend you a steady stream of power."

"Of course, you have another way to improve your strength. That is to practice absolute physical transformation."

"You have to be prepared."

"If Yin Xuetian's body cannot be found in the abyss of darkness, you can rely on the large number of regular divine patterns in your body and the absolute transformation of your body to forcefully attack the divine realm. The curse may not be able to suppress you."

Zhang Ruochen's eyes were dark, he nodded and said: "Change lanes first."

Currently, Zhang Ruochen has cultivated nearly 60 trillion holy rules. If he divides half of them, he will definitely be able to exchange them with the Golden Burial White Tiger to obtain a large number of Golden Burial Rule divine patterns.

At that time, he was not a god, but he could control stronger power than ordinary gods.

Because the Golden White Tiger is not an ordinary god, its regular divine patterns are far better than those of ordinary true gods.

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After changing lanes, Zhang Ruochen continued to practice.

At the same time, they are also waiting for Gu She Huan Huan and Xue Tu.

In order to deceive others, Zhang Ruochen and Xuetu left the three realms of life one after another and made an appointment to meet at the star of the realm of life and death.

Gushe Huanhuan went to contact the ferry.

What we need to cross is the Santu River.

The Santu River Basin is the boundary between the living beings and the undead in the underworld, Huangquan Galaxy.

From now on, the cosmic starry sky where the Shura Clan, the Immortal Blood Clan, and the Rakshasa Clan are located, like the heavens and the world, still belongs to the territory of living beings.

After crossing the Santu River, you will enter the territory of the dead.

Ghost tribe, corpse tribe, bone tribe, dead tribe, underworld tribe, stone tribe.

Of course, the vast universe is boundless, and even the underworld and the galaxies cannot be crossed by humans. A river is naturally not an absolute dividing line.

In fact, Santu River is strange and terrifying, and contains the most incredible unsolved mysteries in the universe.

Because the tributaries of the Santu River can penetrate space, traces of it can be found in the Immortal Vampire Clan, Rakshasa Clan, Shura Clan, including every realm in the heavens.

In these tributaries, there are floating corpses of dead creatures from all walks of life, flowing continuously across space and rushing into the Santu River Basin. They are buried underground in the river basin, forming a series of underworlds and death stars.

This has been the case for billions of years.

Just like this, the ghost tribe, corpse tribe, and bone tribe cannot reproduce offspring, but they are constantly born with energy.

Because when they are alive, they are the undead blood clan, Rakshasa clan, Shura clan, human beings, dragon clan, phoenix, wild beast, snake, insect, fish, bird...

The dead tribe and the underworld tribe were born from the ghost tribe, corpse tribe, and bone tribe, and had the ability to reproduce.

It can be said that the biggest secret of the undead in the entire hell world is hidden in the Santu River. This river is the source of the birth of the hell world and the beginning of the undead.

Some of these river sections cannot be crossed even by gods.

The fastest way to get to the Abyss of Darkness is to take the Star of Life and Death, cross the Santu River from Qiyuan Ferry, and cross the space wormhole of the Impermanent Ghost City.

Gushe Huanhuan came back and walked straight into the Seven Stars Emperor Palace.

"The ferry has been booked and will leave tomorrow," she said.

Zhang Ruochen stopped practicing and laughed.

"What are you laughing at?"

"I'm laughing. I never dared to imagine that one day a great person would personally book a ship for me. It's really happening now and then," Zhang Ruochen said.

Gushe Huanhuan said: "Don't call me a great god. I have just broken through to the divine realm and am just a lower god. Only those who surpass the upper gods can be called great gods. From now on, please call me Huanhuan!"

The realm of gods: lower god, middle god, and upper god.

Only by cultivating to the realm of higher gods can the gods have a chance to survive the first Yuanhui Realm catastrophe.

However, the vast majority of gods cannot reach the level of higher gods after practicing for 129,600 years.
To be continued...