C7 (1/2)
The Primordial God Tablet was simply too mysterious. Even though Ling Qiang had entered the area of Pantheon for a hundred million years, he still could not find any hint of the Pantheon's secret.
However, the Pantheon was not as simple as it looked. Countless Martial God and Martial Saint s had all died because of the battle over the Primordial God Tablet.
”No!” I say, Qiangge, there doesn't seem to be anything special about this place? You said that the corpses of the countless Martial Gods and Martial Saint were all here, why didn't I see them? ”
Ling Qiang's voice rang beside the shocked Ye Tian's ears. Until now, Ye Tian's heart was the one that was the most shocked, the one time where the grave before his eyes was like an endless ocean that stretched out without end.
The names of the strong experts engraved on the tombstone made Ye Tian's heart tremble. If any of these experts were to be placed in the current Sky Martial Continent, they would all be top-notch experts.
On the black stone tablet, although only a few words recorded its master's name, these few words made Ye Tian feel a sense of suffocation.
At the same time, Ye Tian's heart had a hint of desolation. Even if his previous life was lofty and unrivalled, in the end, he could not escape the fate of having his soul returned to the Pure Land.
”There are fourteen thousand six hundred and eighty-five Martial Gods and seventy-nine thousand two hundred and thirty Martial Saint lying here. They are the hegemons of a region in the Paleogene and are all peerless and exceptional geniuses.”
Ling Qiang patted Ye Tian's shoulder as he slowly walked a few steps forward, his expression somewhat dejected as he said this. He had also come from that era, and knew how glorious the martial arts of the past were.
”Th-these are all the peerless experts from the once glorious Paleogene?”
Ye Tian, who was still in shock, could not help but ask in disbelief. It was too shocking!
”That's right!” They are all the most outstanding geniuses of the Paleogene. ”
Ling Qiang told Ye Tian with absolute certainty.
At this time, the black tombstones began to emit a strong golden light. The light was dazzling, and from the tombstones, a little golden light began to slowly float up.
These specks of light that floated from the tombstone were not big, just like fireflies in the night. They were very eye-catching, and these specks of light condensed in the air.
In less than five minutes, a golden ball of light had already formed in midair.
”What's that?”
Ye Tian felt that everything that was happening was too strange, so he couldn't help but ask Ling Qiang.
”These are all left behind by the dead Martial God and the Martial Saint, they are the source of their energy. Although hundreds of millions of years have passed, not only have these energies not been annihilated in the river of time, but they have also been gathering together every so often, just like a martial artist training.”
Ling Qiang explained unenthusiastically, but as for why the energy had not disappeared, he was also puzzled.
According to normal theory, after a martial artist died, their strength would return to the heaven and earth. However, this strength was different. Not only did it not disappear from the world, but it would gather together after a period of time as if it was cultivating, constantly increasing.
”Oh? How could there be such a strange thing? Could it be that the souls of these experts are still left behind? ”
Ye Tian yelled in shock. He shook his head and rejected Ye Tian's explanation: ”Impossible! These experts died in the outside world, their souls were already shattered, they could not have survived. Even if they did survive, this is the inside of the Pantheon, it is not the outside world. ”
After Ling Qiang finished speaking, he finally realized how ignorant he was right now.
”Ye Tian! There's a beauty looking for you outside! ”