At first glance, one might think that such a dazzling golden light is some kind of treasure, but what Bai Feiyu saw was definitely not a treasure.
Although it was not a treasure, it was far more surprising than a treasure.
What he saw was a stone chamber in front of him, and in the center of the stone chamber stood a transparent container, sealed with a glass-like material, and the container was filled with liquid.
But what surprised Bai Feiyu was not this container, but that there was actually a handsome man in the container, naked, completely immersed in the water, not breathing or making any movement, as if he was dead.
The most peculiar thing is that this man looks like he is alive, giving people a strong vitality, but he seems to be asleep, and the golden light that illuminates the surroundings is released from this man.
It looks very gentle, like some kind of light source.
"Long Xuan, who is he?"
Ximen Xue, who walked in right after him, blushed at first when she saw the unclothed man in the container, turned her head away quickly, and then asked.
Bai Feiyu shook his head, because judging from the characteristics of this man, he was no different from a human being and did not have any form of the spirit race.
Therefore, he should not be an spirit race.
However, the golden light released by this man was obviously that of a spirit race. formed by some kind of force.
And if it is a human being, it is absolutely impossible to have such a strange power.
"Could this man be the ninth spiritual object?"
Ximen Xue couldn't help but wonder.
"It doesn't look like it."
Bai Feiyu doesn't think so.
However, such a mysterious, human-like man appears in the ruins of the Shuijia tribe, which is indeed unimaginable.
This Shuijia clan-like container is actually a person, and it still looks alive.
"Long Xuan, look over there."
At this moment, Ximen Xue seemed to notice something, and immediately pointed to the corner of the container and shouted.
Bai Feiyu immediately looked over and saw a protruding stone mold on the corner of the container, like a palm, which was constantly flashing a strange light, as if it was guiding something.
"Would you like to try it?"
Ximen Xue asked Bai Feiyu curiously.
"No, maybe it's some dangerous mechanism."
Bai Feiyu glanced at the mysterious man in the container and shook his head.
"Maybe it has something to do with spiritual things," Ximen Xue said suspiciously.
When Bai Feiyu heard this, he felt that what Ximen Xue said was quite reasonable.
Although he did not think that this mysterious man was a spiritual being, he might have something to do with it.
Otherwise, how could he exist in the Shuijia tribe in such a way?
Among the ruins After hesitating for a moment, Bai Feiyu nodded to Ximen Xue.
Ximen Xue immediately arrived in front of the container.
Then, she bent down and pressed her little hand on the palm-shaped stone mold.
However, after leaving it there for a long time, No reaction at all.
"It's not fun."
Ximen Xue pouted and withdrew his hand.
Then, he turned to look at Bai Feiyu who was following behind him and said, "Maybe my hands are too small."
After saying that, he grabbed it directly.
He took Bai Feiyu's hand and pressed it against the stone mold.
But after Bai Feiyu pressed his hand, there was no response.
"It seems to have nothing to do with spiritual creatures."
Bai Feiyu smiled, but just when he was about to withdraw his hand, he suddenly felt that his palm seemed to be tightly sucked to the stone mold.
It seemed like he couldn't pull away.
Immediately afterwards, Bai Feiyu felt a very strong noise ringing next to his ears, as if it was about to pierce his eardrums.
Suddenly, a memory appeared in his mind.
Bai Feiyu was extremely shocked by the scene in his memory, but looking down from a high position, it was as if he had suffered a catastrophe, the desolate and endless land was devastated, countless corpses of spirit clans and guardian beasts were strewn across the field, and blood flowed into rivers. , numbering at least tens of thousands.
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"Death of all spirits" Such thoughts suddenly flashed through Bai Feiyu's mind.
At this time, the eyes that recorded this memory suddenly turned, and soon they landed on a lonely cliff at the front of where they were standing.
And just on that lonely cliff, stood a quilt.
The figure shrouded in a black cloak exuded a powerful evil aura, which made it impossible to look directly at him.
At the same time, he felt terrified, as if the figure in front of him was the terrifying incarnation of darkness and evil.
"King, all you have done is to let these spirit races be buried with you."
The owner of the eyes that recorded this memory seemed to be a little excited and asked the evil figure.
"Are you a burial object?"
The figure looked like a king dominating the world, giving out a cold smile and looking extremely aloof.
"Although I can't stop the king's decision, as the priest of my clan, I still want to remind the king that the consequences of the king's actions will only lead to the destruction of our clan," the owner of the memory said angrily.
"Destruction?
I don't think it is a bad thing, because it will happen sooner or later.
I just brought it forward."
The figure said nonchalantly, as if for him, there is no longer any attachment in this world.
"I really don't understand why the king did this," the owner of the memory asked in a strong tone.
"All living things are equal, and a small part of the power will only make the world distorted.
Why do you think these spirit races are so unwilling to look back?
They know that their end is only death, and at best they are just burial objects.
But they are not afraid because They know that their sacrifices will have an unimaginable impact on their descendants.
They are not fighting for the present, but for the future of this world."
The figure said coldly like a philosopher, but it sounded cold.
The cold words seemed to be mixed with inexplicable expectations.
"Priest, I want to ask you something."
At this time, the figure suddenly sighed softly, and then said to the owner of the memory.
"What's the matter?"
the owner of the memory asked in surprise, as if the man in front of him, who was aloof and called a king, would actually speak to him in such a tone.
"Witness the future of this world for me."
The figure said coldly.
"If this is the king's order, I will comply with it.
But can't the king himself witness it?
The king is an eternal existence."
The owner of the memory responded respectfully.
"Really?"
The figure smiled evilly.
At this moment, the figure finally slowly turned around, only to see that the resolute face was covered by a chilling mask.
The mask looked like the face of the God of Death, making people feel that death was right in front of them.
"Holy Armor Mask" Almost at the same time, Bai Feiyu suddenly calmed down, his eyes widened, and the last scene in his memory was still in his mind.
The mask worn by the evil figure was...
The holy relic of the Dragon Clan is the relic of the first leader of the Dragon Clan, the Holy Armor Face
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