The world was a vast expanse of white, and as far as the eye could see, there was nothing but emptiness.
The clouds and mist were thick, and a cold wind was blowing.
The space was filled with wisps of mystery.
Even more terrifying, countless white Meiying exuding an eerie aura swirled around them!
These Meiying had indistinct faces, resembling ghosts. Below what appeared to be their heads, a large mouth was agape, emanating eerie and piercing sounds that seemed to pierce the soul.
This sound is sharp and piercing; it's a terrifying sonic attack!
Xie Feng couldn't help but frown as he listened.
A white Meiying charged forward.
At the same time, the space behind them underwent a very significant change.
The hazy, indistinct world suddenly became clear.
The place where Xie Feng and his companion were located was a vast plain, with smoke signals rising everywhere and war raging across the sky.
"Kill!"
"Charge!"
"To catch the thief, catch the king!"
"The Long March has not yet ended; I am finished!"
The sounds of battle echoed through the heavens! A deafening roar!
The sound of bloodshed!
The sound of a desperate battle!
Xie Feng frowned slightly as he looked around.
Upon hearing the deafening sounds of the battlefield, Xie Yunhao froze, as if recalling something. His eyes gradually filled with fear, and his body trembled uncontrollably.
"Second Uncle, what's wrong?" Xie Feng asked hurriedly after noticing.
Xie Yunhao remained silent!
He slowly backed away, his face clearly showing terror.
The fact that some sounds from the battlefield could trigger such a huge emotional fluctuation in him suggests that he must have experienced a very terrifying war before.
Or rather, even if one has not experienced war, there have been times when one is very close to war.
The white Meiying had already charged forward.
The Meiying whistled through the air, whipping up gusts of wind and sending sand and stones flying!
Xie Yunhao was dazed and completely stunned!
While keeping an eye on him, Xie Feng summoned Little Sword.
The sword flashed, slicing the Meiying into pieces.
And the Meiying are endless; when one dies, another will follow.
Xie Feng flicked his wrist, and ten thousand Dao Sword shot out, sweeping across a vast area!
While he was dealing with the white Meiying, Xie Yunhao silently appeared in front of him, grabbed his collar, his eyes wide, and gritted his teeth, saying, "Go save Xuanyuan!!"
But the first thing he said after waking up!
His voice was hoarse and deep!
Because he was imprisoned in the Demon-Suppressing Tower for 35 years, he almost lost his ability to speak.
Xie Feng stared intently into Xie Yunhao's eyes, and Xie Yunhao was completely out of control!
"Second Uncle, what did you say? What happened to my father? What happened to Xie Xuanyuan? Tell me quickly!"
Upon hearing him mention his father's name, Xie Feng became extremely excited and hurriedly asked...
However, Qingming Festival only lasts for a short period of time...
Xie Yunhao soon suffered a splitting headache, and the pain forced him to release Xie Feng, his eyes constantly cracking with tiny blood vessels!
suddenly!
Black flames appeared in his eyes!
It's gone in a flash!
As the flames appeared, he punched Xie Feng... behind him!!
Bang!
A Meiying that was trying to ambush Xie Feng suddenly exploded!
Xie Feng was startled.
What does that wisp of flame within Xie Yunhao represent?!
Xie Yunhao quickly returned to normal.
His normal state is...
sluggish!
Xie Feng turned his head to look at Xie Yunhao, his brows furrowing.
He didn't know what the other party had gone through back then, but he could understand that it must have been a very important event, which was the reason for the series of problems that followed.
It is very likely that...
The cause of Xie Feng's parents' deaths!
Judging from his intense reaction to the battlefield, the event that greatly affected him back then must have been a war.
A truly horrific war!
He may not have personally experienced the war, but it affected him, drawing him into its vortex and causing him great harm.
What exactly was that war?
If we ask our master or Long Cangxue, would they know the answer?
But their previous expectation for themselves was to at least reach the cultivation level of Great Emperor.
He is now merely the Saint Ancestor!
Only when one reaches the level of Great Emperor, does that mean they can truly understand the events that happened to their parents back then?
That will be another difficult journey...
But Xie Feng wasn't afraid!
I even have a strong desire to learn about what happened back then!
Especially...
The conflict between the parents, Xie Tu, and the Chaos Lineage!
Ancient locust tree.
Long Cangxue placed a white chess piece on the board and smiled, "It seems I have room to maneuver."
Mu Bingxing shook his head, "You're powerless to turn the tide! I've won this round!"
Long Cangxue said, "Once we get past this hurdle, it'll be time for..."
Mu Bingxing straightened his clothes. "Then let's prepare to welcome them!"
After Little Sword of attacks, the white Meiying gradually dissipated.
The two continued walking forward.
At that moment, the surrounding space changed!
They arrived at a place overgrown with weeds, where a gray stone tablet stood on the boundary.
There are three large characters above --
[ The Dark Locust Heaven ]
" Dark Locust Heaven? Second Uncle, we've arrived!"
Xie Feng was overjoyed.
The address Long Cangxue gave us is the Ninth Universe, Jade Pivot Realm, Dark Locust Heaven!
In other words, he passed!
They stepped onto the meadow, and as they entered the Dark Locust Heaven, the surrounding scenery was completely different from the outside world.
The colors before Xie Feng's eyes gradually dwindled to only black and white!
Black grass, white sky!
Even Xie Yunhao, who was wearing blue, was dressed in black!
Xie Feng was slightly startled, thinking to himself that Long Cangxue was indeed no ordinary person; even the color of her residence was so unique.
He looked up and saw dark clouds piled up in the sky, with the faint sound of thunder and rain.
The faint smell of gunpowder lingered around my nostrils.
This place seems to have once been a battlefield, only to be covered by time!
In the vast grassland, there grows a huge locust tree, with a straight trunk, crisscrossing branches, and intertwined roots, exuding an ancient and weathered aura.
A person was sitting under the locust tree.
The man, dressed in a red robe, sat cross-legged against the trunk of a locust tree.
He clutched his stomach with one hand, blood flowing out and onto the ground. He lowered his head, expressionless, his eyes vacant, seemingly lost in his own thoughts.
Xie Feng was somewhat surprised; in this black and white world, he actually saw color.
That red robe!
A genuine red, vibrant and fiery!
Just like life!
But the blood that person shed was still black in the black and white space, not red!
The wind rustles through the grassland.
The person slowly raised their head and looked at Xie Feng and the other person.
His face was handsome, but his brows were weary, and his red robes fluttered in the wind, making him look like a battle-worn god!
He looked at Xie Yunhao and suddenly whispered, " Yunhao, don't you recognize me? I am Xuanyuan!"