Chapter 763 Memory Fragments, Time-Space Projection

Yang Qingxuan looked into the distance in amazement, the majestic ancient temple was looming in the trance of the water, he said in surprise: "This underwater...how can there be a ruined temple?"

"Break...break...break your pig's head!"

Ade was trembling with excitement, his hands and feet were dancing wildly, as if he was going crazy, "This is... this is Yin Wudian!"

It seemed as if he had exhausted all his strength before he yelled these words, and suddenly tears filled his eyes, and he couldn't stop crying.

"Yin Wudian!" Yang Qingxuan trembled all over, looking at the huge phantom in horror, feeling awe-inspiring, vaguely, even a sense of déjà vu.

"Isn't Yin Wudian only appearing in the leap month? Based on time calculation, it should be possible to appear next year." Yang Qingxuan asked doubtfully.

"Yes!"

One word awakened the dreamer, Ade regained his senses after the intense excitement, stared blankly at the front, and muttered to himself: "Why did it appear here? Could it be...just a mirage?"

Yang Qingxuan said: "It's useless to think too much, let's go and have a look. Maybe your previous inferences were all wrong."

Then, he parted from the water and fled forward.

Ade stayed there a little dull, and when he saw Yang Qingxuan approaching, he hurriedly said: "Wait for me, let's go together!"

From the first generation of ancestors who migrated to the Black Sea, Baihu Cansu, they all dreamed of finding this legendary Yinwu Palace and obtaining the huge treasures and inheritance within it.

The dreams of people of all ages suddenly appeared in front of him without warning, and Ade was already so excited that he couldn't help himself.

The two of them swam forward for a while, and although the phantom of the Yin Wu Palace seemed real and illusory, it was indeed getting clearer and clearer. It was above the sky, and below it was landless. The golden light above it was floating like blue waves, and the majestic aura was oppressing through the sea water. , Shocking people's souls.

"It's just a building, and it's been through the ages, how can there be such terrible pressure."

Yang Qingxuan's heart was pounding, and inexplicable emotions spread in his body, which always felt extremely weird.

He glanced at Ade next to him, under the majesty of the Yin Wu Palace, Ade's breathing was a little difficult, he kept opening his mouth to exhale, his face was glowing red.

The two escaped for half an hour, the phantom of the hall was still standing in front of them, but the upper structure had begun to be revealed, the corridors were undone, the eaves and teeth were pecking high, each hugging the terrain, fighting each other.

"This... this is...!!"

Yang Qingxuan's whole body trembled suddenly, like an electric shock.

But when he saw the battle ahead, his whole body trembled like chaff. Around the vast Yinwu Palace, there were ninety-nine and eighty-one ancient bronze pillars scattered, sinking lonely in the abyss of the Black Sea, like the tombstone of a peerless powerhouse, like telling wearing something.

Yang Qingxuan's face was instantly pale as paper, and countless fragmented information shuttled through his mind.

Under the Kunlun Mountains, in the vast underground palace where the Xingyu disk is buried, there are also eighty-one ancient bronze pillars that have survived millions of years.

In addition, a sudden wave of information that tore through the mind, like a sharp blade, came across, as if cutting through the dusty memory for a long time, fragments were disillusioned in the sea of ​​consciousness one by one.

...

Under the starry sky and above the blue sea, the sky and the earth are like a huge piece of colored glaze, surrounded by a vast sea with no end. A palace is suspended between the sky and the earth, as if in the starry sky, as if in the sea.

"...Seventy-nine, eighty, eighty-one, why is the number eighty-one?" The man looked at the majestic palace in front of him and asked in a deep voice.

"There is a record in the Book of Four Seasons: It starts with one and ends at ten. The cycle is endless, the eternal kalpa is boundless, and the order is not chaotic. It is the number of all things that are endless, endless, and return to the original number."

The woman raised her hand, and a golden book appeared in front of her. Thousands of golden lights converged into words and displayed, like stars shattered.

The man asked: "One is the origin of all things, the beginning of the universe, the number of the Tao, the mathematics beyond the other side, and the origin of the Dao. In this billions of time and space, where is the place of origin?"

The woman replied softly: "It is recorded in the book that when you go beyond the other shore, the origin of Tao will appear and you will return to the original place."

"Beyond the other shore, can there really be such a day?" The man's sigh gradually became ethereal.

...

The fragments in my mind are connected with the vast temple in front of me, and this bronze pillar like a tombstone seems to connect the infinite past and the infinite future.

And at this moment, the past and the future converge at this point in time.

"what!"

Yang Qingxuan was in pain, and countless lights and shadows gathered in his head, as if his head had exploded. After rolling and struggling in the water for a few times, he completely lost consciousness and did not move.

...

"Tomorrow is the final battle with Gu Yao, maybe we can find an opportunity to escape from the other side."

"This is the weapon I made with the arrow that shot through Gu Yao. You carry it with you. It can kill Gu Yao once, and it can kill him a second time."

...

I don't know how long it took before Yang Qingxuan gradually woke up. When he opened his eyes, he saw the blue sea and blue sky, and he was lying on the speeding battleship.

"I... what happened?"

There was still some pain in his head, he shook his fingers and slowly regained his body's consciousness.

Ade sat cross-legged beside him, opened his eyes slightly, and said, "You're awake."

Yang Qingxuan struggled to prop up his upper body and looked around. The battleship was still drinking and noisy. The two of them were in a corner of the battleship, which was relatively quiet.

"We're not at the bottom of the sea...not Yin..."

"Hush..." Before Yang Qingxuan finished speaking, Ade put his finger on his lips and interrupted it.

Ade looked around and said in a low voice, "It's a mirage."

"A mirage? How, how is it possible?"

Yang Qingxuan's face turned pale, and the conversation between the man and the woman in his mind was still very clear.

It's just the faces of the two of them, but they can't remember a single point, and they racked their brains, but they can't remember a single bit.

But the woman mentioned the Book of Four Seasons, could it be that woman is Vera?

The more Yang Qingxuan thought about it, the more he felt it was possible. Judging from the content of the conversation, the man should be King Yin Wu.

"It is indeed a bit unbelievable, but it is indeed a mirage."

Ade's words interrupted his contemplation, "Mirages are generally wonders that appear on the sea, but they also appear on the bottom of the sea, but they are very rare."

Yang Qingxuan thought for a while, and said: "If it is a mirage, it proves that Yin Wudian has appeared somewhere in the Black Sea, right?"

Ade was taken aback, and immediately stayed there.

According to his previous deduction about Yin Wudian, it is within the rules of time and space torrents. Although Yin Wudian is in the Black Sea, it is restricted by time and space.

As Yang Qingxuan said, if there is a mirage, then Yin Wudian should have already appeared, which contradicts his leap month deduction.

He said in a daze, "What do you think should be the case?"

Yang Qingxuan raised his head, and a strong thought jumped out of his heart, "Perhaps, the Yin Wu Palace we see is directly projected from the ancient times."