This jade slip was sent by the original Dust Burning Ancestor, and some areas of the Fifth True Realm were marked inside, this jade slip Su Ming had already remembered in his heart, and when he was walking at this moment, in about a few days, he saw a white river.

"Withered Five Styx......" Su Ming paused, looking at the Styx River that seemed to cut off the starry sky, and the two distant ends of the Styx, the two ...... A vast cavern of nothingness.

These two huge void holes, which run through nowhere, exist in this starry sky, and in the middle is the flowing white river Styx, like ...... Two hollow eyes.

When Su Ming first saw the Jade Slip of the Dust Burning Ancestor about the Fifth True Realm, he saw that the Fifth Styx outlined in it was just a simple depiction, but in his mind at the beginning, this Fifth Styx should be white.

Because the white represents a sense of darkness, this spirit is not dead but a kind of incarnation, and now, Su Ming saw the fifth Styx.

He found that this river was the same as what he imagined in his mind, and the void hole that connected the two ends of the Styx River and existed like an eye, which also matched the picture in Su Ming's imagination.

"On the side of the Fifth Styx, there is a star, called the Burning Dust ......" Su Ming muttered, this is the portrayal of the map on the jade slip, when he raised his head, Su Ming's body shook and headed towards the Fifth Styx.

The closer he got to it, the more the breath of death permeated, and Su Ming saw that in the Fifth Styx, there were corpses floating one after another, until Su Ming left, he suddenly paused, and looked back at the Fifth Styx.

He faintly felt that something was not right, but he couldn't remember for a while, what made him feel this way, and in silence, Su Ming spoke softly.

"Baldness is ......"

He was calling for the bald crane in his storage bag, but he didn't respond in the slightest, and between frowning, Su Ming's expression melted into the storage bag and saw the inside...... There was no bald crane.

Su Ming's eyes flashed, and the feeling that something was wrong became even stronger.

After a moment of silence, he chose to pit away.

Until Su Ming left, the many corpses in the Fifth Styx River were still floating, but they were just "...... All these corpses were lying on their stomachs in the river, and all they could see was the backs of their corpses, not their faces.

Su Ming walked in the starry sky, and he didn't know how long time had passed, making him seem to forget in this Fifth True Realm until he saw a star appear in the starry sky in the distance.

It was a burning star, and the thick flames spread out, making the star in a sea of fire, red in color.

This star is exactly what the Dust Burning Ancestor said, the place of origin of their Fire Spirit Clan.

Su Ming looked at the star, and the feeling in his heart became strong again, but he didn't find the specifics in Yiri, and his mind was immediately vigilant, but he couldn't find the slightest crisis.

This starry sky, from beginning to end, is him alone, and he does not see the existence of a second life.

Su Ming was silent, with hesitation, and walked towards the burning dust star in the sea of fire, walking through the sea of fire, when he stepped on this star, his divine sense dispersed, and he still did not see the slightest trace of life on this star.

The earth is a desert, a piece of sand burning in a sea of fire, the sky is red and filled with flames, and the whole star is not ...... There are no rivers, no trees, just all this sand.

From inside, he grabbed a handful of burning earth and put it in the storage bag, he took a closer look at the burning dust star, turned around silently, and left.

In this fifth true realm where there is no life, Su Ming walked blankly, the whole heaven and earth, the entire sky, he was the only one, and the silence around him gradually turned into a sense of suffocation, making Su Ming's heart feel like a depression that could not be vented.

But all this, in his feeling, seems to be like this, this Fifth True Realm should be a lifeless existence, a sky of death, broken here, ruins here, everything is the same as he imagined, without the slightest distraction......

Time passed, year by year, Su Ming always galloped in this starry sky, and his goal was only one star, which was marked on the map, a very distant star.

One is called the Stylist.

It is the hometown of their Plastic Pluto Clan, and it is also the holy land of their clan, and the Sculpting Ancestor lived on the Sculpting Pluto Star back then.

After this silent passage of time, when one day, Su Ming felt that it seemed that this star should be about to arrive, he saw a water-blue Xiuzhen star appear in the starry sky ahead.

That color is very special in the starry sky, and people will never forget it at a glance.

"Plastic Pluto ......" Su Ming looked at the blue star, his body shook, and in silence, he approached step by step, until he walked into this star, and when he stepped into the heaven and earth of this star, the earth he saw was a ruin.

Only the color of the sea, the waves rolled in the blue, and it was quiet, and even the sound of the waves seemed to be cut off.

On the land, there are ruins everywhere, and the rubble is everywhere, and you can vaguely see that there used to be many cities here, but now they are all in ruins.

Among the mountain peaks, there is no existence that is too high, and there are only traces of fractures, which seem to have witnessed a war that shook the entire Fifth True Realm that took place here back then.

In the middle of the air, Su Ming looked at the earth, looking at the ruins, he walked silently, walking through the ruins of many cities, until in the middle of this star, he saw an island in the sea, on this island, there was a huge palace that had collapsed most of it.

In the square outside the palace, there should have been many statues erected, but now, there are only three left.

Two of them were headless, apparently having collapsed in the war, but one statue, still intact, was a statue of a woman.

Su Ming looked at the statue, it was his mother, the woman who was now lying in the coffin, absorbing life and sustaining life in the fifth oven, this was her statue.

The remaining two from the point of view of their position, one of them in the middle, should be the most important person in this group of statues, although there is no head, but it can also be imagined that this statue should belong to the Plastic Ancestor.

Next to him, one is Su Ming's mother, and the other is ......

Su Ming looked at it with a complicated gaze, the statue without a head was just as vague and unclear as Su Ming's appearance of his father......

Su Ming was silent for a long time, he turned around and walked almost all the positions on the stars that shaped the underworld, until a few days later, when he returned here again, he sat cross-legged in front of the statue of his mother, sitting there silently, looking at the statue, looking around, falling into deep thought.

Time passed slowly, a year, two years...... Five-year ...... Decade......

Su Ming has been sitting cross-legged, motionless, but in his eyes, in the passage of time, there is a faint condensation of essence and ghostly light, gradually closed.

In the middle of this time, in the core area of the Divine Source Star Sea, within the Fifth Sea, the deepest part of the Fifth Sea that the outside world could not see, there, between the rolling sea mist, there was a huge altar.

On this altar, there was a huge mirror, this mirror was all aqua blue, crystal clear, and exuded bursts of strong coercion, and this coercion spread out, as if it were suppressing the entire Fifth Sea, and the sea fog here was rolling, and it was always necessary to quiet down after reaching a certain level. Now, the four masked men, who were angry and grieving, sat cross-legged around the great mirror, and did not close their eyes to each other, but gazed at the crystal-like mirror.

For a long time, the person wearing the mask of mourning lowered his head and sighed softly, and at this moment, his eyes were no longer indifferent, but a kind of complexity.

"Can't bear it?" As the sigh echoed, the man with the mask of anger turned his head to look and spoke in a deep voice, his voice carrying a sense of immensity, revealing a domineering spirit like looking at the world.

"The old man really can't bear it, and so do you. The Mask of Mourning, when he spoke lightly, glanced at the Mask of Wrath.

"Maybe back then, I was wrong. The Mask of Wrath bowed his head in silence for a long time, sighed and murmured.

"From the moment we gave up our identity as the Three Desolations and became the guardian envoys of the Dark Morning Sea, we have divided the boundaries with the past and cut off all the emotions of the past.

This was only the first test of the Dark Morning Sea, if he couldn't even see through this place, he was not the person needed by the One Hundred and Eighty Great Realms of the Dark Morning. Suddenly, a deep voice echoed from the Mask of Joy.

"The four great inheritances of joy, anger and grievance, you once said that in addition to joy, anger and grievances, there is actually a lineage, the guardians of the Dark Morning Sea, it should also be five people, what is this fifth person?" Sang Shaho's voice suddenly came out faintly from the mouth of the masked person who had never spoken.

"Joy, anger, sorrow, and resentment, the fifth vein inheritance, is the mask of absoluteness without the slightest emotion, dissipating the seven emotions and six desires. "The Mask of Joy speaks lightly.

"The old man also asked, I and the other three have been passed down for many generations, and you have also said that only you like to inherit only one generation, the old man is very curious, your identity in the Three Wilderness Realm, in the end, ...... Who is it?" said the Mask of Mourning.

"By the time the three of you should know, everything will understand. "The Mask of Joy, said calmly.

The three people of the Mask of Anger and Grievance were silent when they heard the words, but they all looked at the Mask of Joy with strange eyes.

At this moment, suddenly, the crystal mirror surrounded by the four of them was immediately chaotic, and the clouds and mist were swirling, like the wind and clouds, and the sound of humming echoed, so that the three people in the mask of anger and grief immediately looked at it, except for the one in the mask of joy, whose expression was as usual, still indifferent.

The second more.