"Let's not mention this, the people in the sect, which powerful deity 'awakened'?

After Fang Qianyuan clarified his thoughts, he didn't dwell on this issue too much, because Cao Mang and the family sect naturally have opposites, but they are not incompatible.

Compared with this, he is more interested in the "awakened" people in that camp.

Over the years, he also learned the law of "awakening" of the Taishang Sect through Tianheng's information and his own personal witness.

Because they have been planning for tens of thousands of years, in order to accurately control the situation in the era of the end of the law, and to be able to control the overall situation of the world again in the ten thousand years of the end of the law, that is, the era in which Fang Qianyuan and others are now living, but they are worried that "waking up" is too early or "too late", thus consuming longevity and soul in vain, and completely missing the opportunity for immortality, therefore, it is impossible to sleep or wake up all of them in a swarm, but to carry out them one by one purposefully.

When the Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi is recondensed and the Heaven and Earth Dao truly recovers, it will be the moment when they all get out of the dead silence and see the light of day again.

To this end, according to their identities in the sect, or their respective strengths, they formulated a detailed and careful plan, and handed it over to the Shadow King and other inheritors to implement.

Among them, when encountering a powerhouse in the world who is difficult to deal with like Fang Qianyuan, or when the sect inheritance suffers a major blow and is unable to control the situation, it will trigger the mechanism of awakening a certain powerful master to "wake up".

As for the Blood Night Heaven, Wen Wei and his ilk are purely unplanned people, and they have nothing to do with them, and their "awakening" in the world is just an accident.

When Wang Ran heard Fang Qianyuan's question, his face was embarrassed, and he bowed his head and said, "This ...... This is not known for the time being. ”

Fang Qianyuan said: "That's it, this matter is their secret after all, the two sects of the heavens and the heavens have not yet unveiled the veil of mystery, and I don't blame you." ”

Wang Ran said: "Thank you for your magnanimity, but this time, there is another thing we have verified and obtained, which may be useful!"

Wang Ran has lost points here, and of course he has to try his best to make amends in order to prove his usefulness.

Although he also understood that Fang Qianyuan was magnanimous to their old subordinates, he still didn't dare to relax.

"Oh, what's the matter?" asked Fang Qianyuan.

Wang Ran said: "Although the two sects of the Taishang Heavens have a deep origin, and on the surface, they seem to be like one family, but they are still two families after all. And all along, the awakened ancient cultivators seem to be the people of the Taishang Sect, and this time I see the Shadow King and others actively running, I believe it should be the same......"

"We may be able to find out the people of the Heavenly Sect and find out the inheritors from among them, so as to find out what is ......"

When Fang Qianyuan heard this, he groaned for a while: "Okay, just do what you say." ”

He understood what Wang Ran meant, the so-called finding the people of the Heavenly Sect, finding the inheritors from among them, and finding out, it was inevitable to use tactics such as infiltrating the dead.

Ordinary people are insignificant, and it is almost impossible for them to come into contact with the secrets of the ancient cultivator's power.

Only elders above the ground level who "defect", or join them because of changes, will have a slim chance.

But with such a character, Wang Ran is not easy to dispatch.

Only Fang Qianyuan, Fang Qianyuan, a giant in the sect, can treat them like chess pieces and lay them out.

......

Another period of time has passed, in the southern border of Zhongzhou, in a place called Nojin Mountain.

The vast barren forest, connected with a strong breath of life, is surrounded by thousands of miles, all of which are covered with green shade.

In this ancient forest, there are countless demons and spirits.

Covering this place, it is a natural blessed land, although there is no main vein of the spiritual peak in the four directions, but there are also scattered spiritual energy springs, as well as various spiritual roots of all sizes.

Perhaps for the existence above the ground level, this place is still a barren place, but for ordinary people, it is already a rare prosperity.

Because of the overflow of spiritual air, coupled with the mountain barrier, inaccessible, it takes thousands of years to grow in the outside world, the towering giant trees can be seen everywhere here, in the dense jungle, all kinds of shrubs, flowers and plants survive, rivers and lakes are staggered and horizontal, constituting a complex and prosperous ecology, and many wild beasts are living in it.

It is also these things, which are regarded as the foundation of the mundane, that support the foundation of the long-term survival of this piece of demons and spirits, making it a paradise.

This place, ruled by wild beasts and spirits, has been ruled for more than 10,000 years, and almost no one has set foot here since the end of the Dharma era.

However, in such a barren and inhabited deep mountain forest, there is a lake dotted like a pearl.

Near the lake, there is a rocky mountain, and under the rocky mountain, there is a deep valley connected to an ancient ruin.

Inside the ruins, the stone statues everywhere have been beaten by wind and rain for 10,000 years, cracked, collapsed, and even completely shattered.

The stone pillars that are crooked from side to side, only the ruins of the root of the wall, and the mottled stone lawn covered with vines and moss, seem to silently tell the desolation of the ages.

A black panther with a black body in its mouth, holding a roe deer-shaped prey, with light and agile steps, ran in from the road outside the valley.

It turned out that behind the ruins here, it found a natural cave to use as a lair.

It was approaching dusk, and it had just captured its prey, and it was just in time to return to its den for a good feast.

But for some reason, the ruins, which were incomparably familiar, inexplicably began to exude a dangerous aura.

It may be difficult for ordinary people to perceive the changes, but this black panther is a spirit that mutates between the mountains and forests, with both the ancient instinct of being a beast and the spiritual wisdom of a spirit, and suddenly stops and hesitates.

It vaguely felt that things were not simple, so it hesitated and did not move forward immediately.

Suddenly, from the depths of the ruined wall, a pillar of red light rose from the depths of the earth.

As the red light spread out, the earth rumbled, and the vines and mosses immediately withered like dead grass that had been thirsty for a long time in the desert.

Along the way, the red mangs passed, and the plants and trees shrank, and all of them turned into dry remnants.

The mosquitoes and flies that used to fly in it, and the ants that crawled among the plants and trees, also fell one after another and dried up.

The panther threw down its prey, arched its body, and let out a low roar, as if to warn of the inexplicable breath.

But it didn't take long for intense fear to suppress its instinct to defend its territory as a beast, and it let out a low cry and turned to flee.

But at this time, the red light suddenly accelerated, and it moved outward at an extremely fast speed that was difficult for the naked eye to capture.

In an instant, the black panther was chased by the red light, swept by, and the flesh and blood all over its body withered, like a long-dried outer skin snapping and falling to the ground.

If someone happened to be above the trees at this moment, looking down condescendingly, they would be surprised to find that the withered yellow color surrounded by red light was rapidly overshadowing the greenery and spreading out.

And the culprit in all of this is an octagonal altar deep in the center, deep in the ruins of that valley.

With the rumbling sound of the stone grinding, the octagonal altar opened like a yin-yang fish diagram, revealing a circular stone platform inside.

On the stone platform, there is a black coffin made of spar.