The Underground Palace finally fell silent.
The swordsmen looked at the hammer in Sword Immortal Li's hand, then at the 'rice cake' not far away, and their tense nerves finally relaxed a little.
This damn sense of security.
"Is this Human-Faced Bat yours, Lao Bai Zhan?"
Li Mo observed the group of swordsmen for a moment and found that most of them were just breathing in disorder and their faces were pale.
Only Bai Jinghong's face was green, and blood was seeping from her chest, making her look rather pitiful.
"Slightly out... yue~~"
Bai Jinghong stood up, slightly raising his chin, not wanting to lose the air of a dashing swordsman, but before he could finish his act, he triggered the poison gas and bent over, spitting out rainbows.
He vomited bile.
After vomiting, he straightened up, his face covered in tears and snot. Even though he could barely stand, he said calmly:
"Just a minor intervention."
Li Mo: "..."
If only the mouth is hard, then it shouldn't be a big problem; as long as the whole body isn't hard, it's fine.
He took out Detoxification Pill and healing medicine from his System Space and distributed them to the swordsmen:
"First, take the Seven-Pattern Dispel-Taint Pill, then apply the Hundred Flower Dew Ointment both externally and internally."
Cao Mu put away the pills Li Mo had given him. His injuries and poisoning weren't serious, so he could save where he needed to and spend where he wanted.
Wow, that's incredibly extravagant... They're just dumping these life-saving pills out like beans pouring from a bamboo tube.
Where are the elders?
"This Underground Palace has a maze-like formation; we've gotten separated from the elder."
Wu Chushu held the medicine bottle, glanced at Li Mo and Ying Bing, and felt a mix of emotions.
When they met again, he was already fourth on the Hidden Dragon Ranking.
They, with so many people, were all in a sorry state, while this person's clothes weren't even dirty, and they strolled around leisurely as if they were out for a spring outing.
The difference between people can sometimes be greater than the difference between people and dogs.
"He's been publicly displayed again, again..."
"Old Wu, what are you muttering about?" Li Mo asked, puzzled.
"Thank you, Dan!!"
"Thank you is fine, why are you yelling so loudly..."
Li Mo picked at his ear.
"Brother Li, what are these?"
"Tomb-Guarding Beast are all nurtured and grown from the spiritual and Yin Qi energies underground."
As Li Mo explained, he couldn't help but recall what had just happened.
It's the black Year Beast again.
And... why would it recognize the Ice Block?
Just as he was pondering this, Tian Miao's shout came from not far away:
"Come quick, there's another discovery here!"
"I'll go take a look," Li Mo said to the Three Heroes of Cloud-Crossing, then led Ice Block towards Tian Miao.
Bai Jinghong, Wu Chushu, and Cao Mu watched their figures disappear into the light, and the surrounding darkness suddenly deepened again.
They looked at each other, and simultaneously swallowed hard.
When Li Mo was around, it was as if they were protected by invisible wings.
Now it's gone in a flash.
"Shall we... go and take a look too?" Cao Mu said.
Bai Jinghong raised her chin. "How could I, Bai Jinghong, ever fall behind others in my life? Go!"
Wu Chushu touched his nose. "I've always had a strong interest in archaeology, and I'm quite curious about what they discovered."
Cao Mu was speechless. "Stop talking nonsense, they're almost gone."
So the swordsmen followed suit.
Finally, we reached the end of this Underground Palace, where rows of bookshelves stood, some already decayed and collapsed, the ground covered with a thick layer of ash, likely the product of weathered pages, since there wasn't a single intact book to be seen on the shelves.
"This Underground Palace is similar to the Scripture Pavilion."
"Um."
Ying Bing nodded slightly, a little disappointed.
Finally, Tian Miao's figure appeared again ahead; she was standing in front of a huge mural.
The main characters in the mural are still the nine who descended from the sky, and they are now fighting against a group of terrifying creatures with their followers.
Those beings were Giant Bull, like mountains, standing on one leg, covered in black scales, spewing wind and thunder from their nostrils.
Some have bodies made of gales, heads like lions, and leave behind only black sandstorms wherever they go.
It also has a strange body with dark red scales, and it stretches for thousands of miles. Wherever it goes, everything is dark, and only when it opens its eyes does the sun shine again.
But that sun was terrifyingly crimson.
"Are these all... really true?"
Wu Chushu was speechless, unable to comprehend it.
Bai Jinghong, Cao Mu, and the other swordsmen were completely bewildered; this was beyond their worldview.
Even the Demon Race,
"As I understand it, the above content should be as follows..."
Tian Miao calmed her excitement and began to explain in a gentle and detailed manner.
"Legend has it that in ancient times, the human race was extremely weak. At that time, the world was ruled by various innate beings, among whom the most powerful were like gods and Gods and Devils."
"The Divine Intent we observe originated from the initial worship of humankind's power, their imitation and learning from it."
Li Mo nodded. Even today, the art of imitating form is still widely practiced and is a mainstream martial art.
Later, the arts of literature and swordsmanship emerged, probably because the innate beings had all perished, and humanity itself derived these arts from its own understanding of heaven and earth.
"So, it was Jiutian who killed the Gods and Devils?"
"Innate beings cannot be killed."
Tian Miao shook her head and said, "They have already merged with the 'Dao.' As long as the 'Dao' exists in the world, they will be immortal. However, after being reborn, they may not be the same as before."
What she meant was that you killed a Cry Dragon that symbolized wind and rain, but the wind and rain still exist, and a new Cry Dragon will still be born, just not the original one.
This Underground Palace had many murals, and as they walked further in the light, they saw new content.
"These should be records of the temporary annihilation of primordial beings."
On screen, the human race began to increase in number.
Led by the Nine Heavens and their followers, the human race prayed to the heavens and the earth, and thus new primordial beings were born.
But this time it's different; they've lost their original ferocity and become totems of the human race!
"The Power of All Living Beings!"
These four words came to Li Mo's mind.
"The Power of All Living Beings was originally used by the Nine Heavens to control primordial beings, which are the shackles of those Daos?"
Ying Bing narrowed her Ice Mirror Eyes slightly, and at the same time looked at Li Mo.
The two of them had the same idea.
"Those High Priest who led humanity in prayers to heaven and earth, or rather, some of them, were the precursors of the Demon Summoning Cult?"
Therefore, the ancestral god of the Demon Summoning Cult was indeed a celestial being from the Nine Heavens, or at least one of them.
Dream God...
He can roam freely in the dreams of countless beings, and must have played an important role in them.
The people of Cloud-Crossing Sword City were dumbfounded.
The infamous demonic sect that is now notorious Nine Heavens and Ten Earths has such a background.
No wonder that despite its long history and being rejected by the Great Yu Dynasty, it remains so active today.
Even a starved camel is bigger than a horse!
Rumble--
Suddenly, the entire Underground Palace began to shake again, the commotion was earth-shattering.