The primeval realm is vast and boundless.

Since the opening of heaven and earth, due to the fact that the people who have risen ashore have not met for thousands of years, and their own families have not worked hard to create villains, they have experienced the baptism of great wars and so on. To this day, there are still countless areas, and they still maintain the scene of the first opening of the primeval period.

Vast and mysterious, strange and unpredictable, it is the greatest portrayal of the ancient world.

At least in the eyes of every primeval being, in every corner of this world, there are endless horrors.

But among them, the Xuanyuan Hill in the North Sea, the Cangwu Abyss in the West, the Nine Doubts Busan, and the Firmament Netherworld are the four most mysterious realms in the Taigu Hung Realm.

Not to mention those ascenders who only come up once in tens of thousands of years. Even the ancient people who were born and grew up in Si have many heels who don't know about these four realms at all!

If it weren't for before, Zhao Qi used the power of the Lord Venerable to sweep the entire Ancient Realm. If he doesn't get it, even he won't know the secrets hidden in it.

The vast northern region, although there is a cloud cliff mountain range that covers more than half of the area, attracts the attention of many people. However, the northern region is extremely cold, and very few people stay in this territory.

Just like Zhao Qi's Tianyan Peak. Although because of Zhao Qi's sitting, there were constant visions in that territory all day long, and the sound of Tianzun's Dharma preaching was even louder every day, but except for a limited number of beasts, he didn't even notice a single living being. It's really a good chance to be blind.

What really makes the Northern Regions occupy a place in the primeval realm, but it has always been - Xuanyuan Hill in the North Sea!!

In other words, one of the four supreme beings of the primeval world, the mausoleum of the final burial of the Qinglong Supreme!

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In the vast area of the North Sea, the boundless waves of the sea roar and rise, rolling hundreds of feet high waves and tsunamis all the time.

Looking at it from afar, it seems like an ancient giant peak that reaches through the sky. The dark clouds in the sky are rolling endlessly, as if they are connected with the huge waves of the North Sea, and it is pitch black, so that people can no longer distinguish where is the sea and where is the sky!

Further on the land side, there are about 1,000 feet of bare stone peaks, and a majestic mausoleum carved out of huge mountains and rivers sits quietly.

Countless black-robed figures appeared here, but they were taking one step and kneeling three steps, full of solemnity and solemnity, as if everything in the world, no matter what happened, could not occupy their minds at this moment!

But they all knelt on this land one by one, kowtowing desperately to the Supreme Mausoleum in the distance, crying loudly, unable to help themselves.

The kind of sadness, chagrin, unwillingness, and guilt that goes deep into the bone marrow. Even if no one tells you, just a slight feeling can make people's hearts shocked!

The mountains and rivers in the distance were speechless, as if from the moment its owner fell, it was quietly paying attention to this place, and it was also silently listening to the soul-shocking whispers of everyone who came to it......

"Your Majesty, bless my people! I'm not reconciled! ”

"After millions of years of penance, I still haven't entered the supreme god realm, Your Majesty, I'm guilty!" One of them bowed his head to the ground, his eyes were full of tears, and although he was trembling all over, his spine was still as strong as iron!

"Our people, millions of people are suffering in the Demon Realm in exchange for peace for our people, but we can't do anything for them.

Not only that, but our clan is still fighting bloody battles, and there is no trend of truce. Your Majesty, after so many years, how many people have died innocently! ……”

"Your Majesty, I am incompetent, after so many years, I am still in the realm of the Emperor Realm, and I have never been able to go further. As a human race, but I can't contribute to my people, I'm guilty! ”

"I'm guilty!"

"Your Majesty, I am guilty, I have the blood of the clansmen on my hands, and I have a lot of blood debts, and it is not a pity to die!"

A black-robed man knelt on the ground, and after experiencing bitter crying and pain again and again, he finally couldn't bear the torment in his heart.

A sharp dagger in his hand stabbed straight into his heart. After frowning slightly, he passed away without a word with a look of relief.

"I'm guilty, I'm a human race!" Another fell on his knees, but never got up again......

There were cries all around, and all these behaviors were just a corner of the edge of the land, and they were inconspicuous at all. More people fell on their knees on the ground for a long time, as if praying, as if repenting, as if atoning for their sins.

These kneeling people are all hiding their entire belongings in black hoods. Here, no one will know their names, appearances, martial arts, and powers......

Everything is blank for them, and the only thing they can have is the same name as each other - the North Sea Pilgrims!

Against the backdrop of the roaring North Sea, the confessional cries of these ancient humans who came to the pilgrimage are mixed with it, making this place even more gloomy and sad......

"Senior, is this the first holy place of my human race, Xuanyuan Hill in the North Sea?"

In a very remote corner in the distance, Tang Yuan stood beside a black-robed man, looking around at the thousands of black-robed people around him, listening to a cry in his ears, and suddenly felt extremely dazed and at a loss.

He was a newcomer who had only ascended to the primeval realm four years ago, after the three-year protection period of the "Temple" had passed.

In just one year, the so-called "fairy world" myth has been shattered, and he has already been powerless. The aggressiveness of the gods and demons, and the terrifying hardships of the survival of the human race......

One by one, it is a kind of wordless pressure, and the dead fence is pressing his mind, and it is impossible to call it a blooming face.

And this time the pilgrimage to the Xuanyuan Mausoleum in Beihai made him have a wordless sense of identity with this world, "Is this my world, and the primeval world that I will live on and maintain for a lifetime?" ”

"yes. Brat! This is Swire! This is our primeval race! Before His Majesty's mausoleum, everyone has the opportunity to repent again.

And this is also the only salvation for those of us executioners whose hands are covered with the blood of our clansmen. ”

A wave of sadness, despair, self-blame, and sadness rushed straight into the heart of the black-robed man beside Tang Yuan.

Listening to the sound of the North Sea lapping on the shore in the distance, his heart was even more up-and-down, and he couldn't be at peace.

"Your Majesty...... I was wrong, I really did something wrong......" Standing in front of Xuanyuan Hill, the figures that had fallen under his butcher's knife kept appearing in his mind. All the expressions of despair, self-blame, and sadness lingered on his face, and they were also deeply seared in his heart, and he couldn't extricate himself.

"Maybe I should really stay here and be a prisoner in peace."

In front of him, at the edge of the Supreme Mausoleum, built on the mountain, deep caves surrounded the tomb.

In each cave several feet high, there was a haggard-looking and ragged Taigu clan sitting in it, silent, as if dead and silent.

Thick blood-red iron cables pierced their bodies, and the rusty iron cables were connected to the stone walls at both ends, but these people's expressions were indifferent, as if they did not feel the slightest pain, but a faint sense of relief and atonement floated on his face.

This is the prisoner of the North Sea, the gravekeeper of Xuanyuan Hill, and the atonement of the ancient people......

"Seniors, are we just prostrating three times in one step, slowly entering the Supreme Mausoleum, and worshipping the Supreme? Isn't there a shortcut? ”

"Well, yes. Within a radius of 10,000 miles of the Supreme Emperor's Mausoleum, it is still covered by the will of the "Xuanyuan Canglong Supreme", and it is impossible for anyone to break through the boundaries of time and space and come here directly...... Under the will of the Supreme, we can only walk step by step into the past. The black-robed man nodded as a matter of course, and took Tang Yuan's words with his hand: "Huh? Tang Yuan? What are you looking at? My Supreme—"

In front of the two of them, a fluctuating, time-space-time change, and endless uncertain green sword light pierced a corner of this space-time in vain.

In an instant, before they could come back to their senses, this sword light had already split time and space, collapsing matter, and directly drawing a space-time crack from the void black hole.

The next moment, I saw the sword light spread, and I saw a handsome face, sword eyebrows into the sideburns, and a high-spirited young man between the eyebrows. The sleeves fluttered, puffing up layers of clear and clear air, and they were wrapped in patches of mottled fragments of time and space, and they were happy to have walked out of the cracks in time and space.

The young man looked at the stunned two of them, and suddenly smiled. "Excuse me, both of you. Is this the burial of the Qinglong Supreme? ”