The world is quiet.
In front of the bright moon in the sky, a few wisps of clouds drifted by, and the ethereal meaning was born with the fog.
And the moonlight on the long street, the purple intention spreads, and its source, Xu Qing, stopped at this moment, turned around and stared at the butterfly behind him.
Xia Xian Palace.
Xu Qing has heard of this organization more than once, and the earliest time was on the way to the imperial capital, when Princess Anhai mentioned it.
It was once said that this palace not only exists in the human race, but also in many ethnic groups in the entire Wanggu Continent, there is the Xia Xian Palace.
The antiquity of this palace can be traced back to the beginning of the establishment of Wanggu.
Even the ninety-nine ancient heavenly paths of this ancient continent were all risen by the founders of this palace, and it was they who set the rules for this world and drew boundaries for the gods.
And they came from a place called thick earth, which was the lower realm.
Xu Qing's eyes were deep, and after a long time, he slowly spoke.
"The Summer Immortal Palace of the human race has a disciple walking outside every thousand years, so who is this generation?"
The butterfly's wings flapped, and the bright starlight fell from it like dust, then disappeared into nothingness, and the crisp sound echoed.
"I won't tell you, if you want to know, you ......"
Xu Qing's face was expressionless, and the soul threads in his body rushed out and poured into the butterfly's body.
With a bang, the butterfly collapsed and quickly formed again, but in the blink of an eye, it was destroyed by the soul silk.
After dozens of times over and over again, Xu Qing stopped.
The butterfly formed again, and the pattern on its wings was like eyes, as if glaring, and then there was a sound of helplessness.
"You haven't lost your breath yet, you're going too far, don't do it!"
"Can't I answer your question, I also want to walk outside, but ...... The palace master said that my ability is not enough, alas, it makes sense, even you can't beat ......"
The voice inside the butterfly sighed.
"So you can't go, if you don't go, I will always follow you, no way, the palace master asked me to invite you, if I don't finish, I can't do it."
"Don't be afraid, it won't hurt you, and didn't you notice, we have been fighting until now, the formation has not moved, and no one has come...... You know why."
"Because, I represent Xia Xian Palace, and Xia Xian Gong ...... In any ethnic group, we do not participate in the world, we are just recorders of history, we are not enemies of people."
"Although I don't know why the palace master invited you."
"Are you going?"
Xu Qing was very annoyed by this, he found that after this mysterious woman turned into a butterfly, she seemed to have become a talker, and the words were endless.
However, Xu Qing was very interested in Xia Xian Palace.
And in this imperial capital, many parties are paying attention, and Xu Qing is not worried about the fatal danger of going to Xia Xian Palace.
So after pondering, he looked down at the ancient sun tied to his waist, and felt even more comforted in his heart.
"Lead the way!"
Xu Qing spoke calmly.
The butterfly cheered and flew forward, colorful and beautiful all the way, leaving behind a starry sky.
Xu Qing followed behind.
All the way forward, we came to the north of the imperial capital.
The size of the imperial capital is the inner ring of the ancient emperor star, so it is very vast.
There are many landforms here, whether it is mountains or plains.
Distributed in the imperial capital.
Its northern area, compared to other directions, is slightly empty, and there are fewer buildings, especially at night, giving people a sense of desolation.
Until a moment later, the butterfly paused in mid-air on a plain, and the bright light combined with the moonlight reflected this place quite clearly.
In the light, a temple loomed.
There were no other buildings around, standing alone on the ground.
The temple is very dilapidated, full of the sense of the passage of time, and the way it exists is also very strange, as if it was built between reality and illusion.
And this location, Xu Qing once passed by, he clearly remembered that there was no temple here.
"Same as asking the fairy bell?"
Xu Qing thought about it.
"No need to guess, the Xia Xian Palace of any ethnic group is like this, it exists and does not exist, when you want to look for it, you can't find it."
"Only if Xia Xian Palace takes the initiative to invite you will see it."
The butterfly in mid-air, after the sound came out, its body shook and went straight to the temple, shuttling between them, disappearing without a trace, and with its departure, the door of the temple slowly opened.
This door is mottled, the sense of time is more obvious, and the meaning of vicissitudes spreads from the entire temple inside and outside, looking at it seems to see history.
Xu Qing closed his eyes, the sundial in his body slowly turned, and when his eyes opened, he vaguely saw a long river of time, flowing outside the temple.
This makes this temple even more mysterious.
After a while, Xu Qing took a deep breath, tidied up his clothes, and bowed outside the temple.
Then he walked towards the temple gate, without pausing, and stepped directly into the temple.
The moment he walked in, a temple as dilapidated as the appearance came into Xu Qing's eyes.
This temple is ordinary, the same as the layout of the temples in the outside world, it is empty and very quiet, only the sound of candles burning, slightly echoing.
The source of the sound was the front offering, where there were nine candles, three extinguished, six burning, and the opening of the door made the candles shake, and the lights of the entire temple were slightly dim.
There are also three futons woven from dry grass under the stage, with signs of wear and tear, as if someone has been meditating and worshiping there all year round.
As for this temple, it is not a statue of a god, but nine ancient paintings.
The ancient painting is blurry and cannot be seen clearly, so I can only faintly notice that it is a portrait painting.
In addition, the walls around the temple also have totem depictions, which give people a mottled feeling in the light of the candlelight.
Xu Qing's eyes moved away from the offering platform and landed on the surrounding walls, and after staring carefully, his heart moved.
That is the historical microcosm of the human race!
On the mural, Xu Qing saw the scene of the Xuan Zhan's ascension to the throne!
The depiction is very clear, and the grandeur and grandeur are vividly expressed, and after staring, it feels like being immersed in the scene.
After a while, Xu Qing's eyes moved to other murals, and he saw the picture of another emperor ascending the throne.
This emperor is unfamiliar, but there are handwriting next to it.
Daoism.
Xu Qing checked carefully and continued to walk forward, wherever his eyes passed, he saw the Mirror Cloud Human Emperor before the Taoist world!
Before the carving of the Mirror Cloud Emperor, Xu Qing paused, he thought of Prince Ziqing, and he also knew that this Mirror Cloud Emperor was a person from the same era as Ziqing.
At that time, it was also the prosperous era of the post-human era.
For a long time, Xu Qing continued to walk, seeing the Holy Heaven Emperor, and also saw the Dongsheng Emperor who had ruined half of the human race's country.
The most amazing is the Dongsheng Emperor, in which you can see that the king of heaven is standing tall, dominating many positions, with huge momentum and strong luck.
At that time, the human race had a terrifying background, and the remnants of the ancient emperor were still there.
Go back to see Xuan Zhan's ascension to the throne...... The sense of decline of the human race is extremely obvious.
And this scene, as if history has turned into a river, flowing in front of Xu Qing, with the help of murals, reflecting the light of the human race after the departure of the ancient emperor Xuanyou.
"Then, what about the ancient emperor Xuanyou before the Eastern Victory Emperor......"
Xu Qing's heart rose in waves, and he continued to walk around the walls of the temple until a scene that surpassed all future emperors appeared in Xu Qing's eyes.
He saw ...... The ascension of the ancient emperor of Xuanyou.
The ancient emperor star shone brightly, countless auspicious signs, the heavens and the earth lost their color, and the ninety-nine ancient heavenly paths revealed their figures and bowed to the palace.
On the vast palace, there was a person standing who surpassed the power of heaven.
Under this person, all the ethnic groups in the Wanggu Continent, countless emperors, were worshiping him, with an extremely respectful expression.
One person suppressed Wanggu.
One person, sweep the heavens and the earth.
"Xuanyou Ancient Emperor!"
Xu Qing stared for a long, long time before slowly retracting his gaze, and after calming down, he walked forward, wanting to see the human race before Xuanyou.
Before Xuan You, the human race also had emperors, and their reigns varied from time to time, some were long and some were short, and their momentum was the same.
Until the thirty-first day, Xu Qing saw a grand scene like the Xuanyou Ancient Emperor ceremony.
That...... It is also an ancient emperor.
Xuan You is not the first ancient emperor of the human race to unify the ancient world, the ancient emperor in front of him is named Yu Xian!
This person is an empress.
Peerless, eye-catching, colorful wings.
Xu Qing's heart was in turmoil, this was a history he didn't know before, so he looked more closely, and it wasn't until a long time before he left, and then there were more than fifty emperors......
And at the end of this temple mural, Xu Qing finally saw ...... The first ancient emperor of the human race.
It was a young man, he was standing in front of the ancient palace, dressed not in an imperial robe, but in a Taoist robe.
He did not look at the worshiping tribes below, but raised his head, as if staring at the starry sky.
The expression was a little melancholic, a little complicated, and a little longing.
The handwriting next to it reads four words.
Tianjing ancient emperor.
"Tianjing Ancient Emperor is the first emperor of the human race, and he is also the first ancient emperor."
An elegant voice came from behind Xu Qing at this moment.
Xu Qing turned his head when he heard the sound and looked in the direction of the offering platform, where there was a woman with her back to Xu Qing on the futon in the middle.
White plain clothes, long black hair, and under the candlelight, like a gray old painting appearing in front of Xu Qing's eyes.
The people in the picture seem to exist in time, and they are revealed in Xu Qing's eyes, making it difficult to distinguish whether they are ancient or modern.
Its breath is like a god but not a god, like cultivation but not cultivation.
"Immortal ......"
In Xu Qing's body, the fingers of the gods who had been sleeping for a long time made a trembling sound.
"I just slept, how ...... It took me to see the immortal ......."
The god's fingers trembled, and he instinctively closed his eyes, he was ready to continue sleeping, and he was not afraid when he fell asleep.
Xu Qing didn't pay attention to the awakening god's fingers, but his eyes were focused on the plain shadow.
Ancient temple, plain shadow, dark fire.
At this moment, a butterfly came out of thin air, flew around, became an embellishment, and finally landed on the woman's shoulder, and the totem of the wings turned into eyes, looking at Xu Qing.
"Xu Qing, this is my master, and he is also the lord of Xia Xian Palace."
Xu Qing was solemn and bowed.
"I have seen the palace master."
The ancient temple was quiet for a long time......
"You have the aura of Xia Xian."
The plain shadow was soft, like water droplets falling on the bluestone slab, and an ethereal sound was heard, echoing through the ancient temple, and the afterglow lingered for a long time.