Bai Ziqi glanced lightly and said indifferently, "Just like humans have leaders, demons have demon kings, and heavenly emperors, each interface has their own rulers. This palace is not necessarily left by the way of heaven, but by the rulers of this interface. It may be possible to determine whether it is a ruin of the way of heaven. It will take a long time to confirm."

In other words, this palace may be a ruin left by the ancestors of those people. The group of people did not lie.

Wei Huangdao, "Baidi, you also said that you are not sure whether it is a ruin left by the way of heaven. It requires a long time to verify. And I have verified that I have practiced the mantras recorded in the ruins for four years, and my cultivation has improved by leaps and bounds, comparable to a hundred years of hard practice. Isn't this enough to show that this palace is a ruin of the way of heaven? I have received guidance from the way of heaven, so my cultivation can only be a thousand miles a day. I am the best proof of the miracle of heaven!"

Wei Huang was a little proud. Bai Ziqi and his ex-Emperor had been traveling for hundreds of years, but they could not find the ruins of the heavenly way. Wei Huang had only been traveling for a year. Compared with Bai Ziqi, Wei Huang was simply the chosen one.

Bai Ziqi's expression remained unchanged and his tone was indifferent, "Wei Huang, the practice of practicing is based on essence but not many. In order to break through the bottleneck and practice new skills, it is equivalent to building a building in the air. Without foundation, it is destined to be unstable. Be careful to be backfired in the end and destroy your cultivation."

"Baidi, why don't you stand others better than you..." Wei Huang was a little unhappy.

Yuchen interrupted him, "We are here to find the child."

I don’t know if Wei Huang was just a father and had not adapted to his identity. When he heard Yu Chen’s reminder, he seemed to know that he was anxious. He said, “I don’t know where the tribe of that group of people is, why don’t we look for it separately?”

After Wei Huang finished speaking, an ancient chanting suddenly came from afar.

I quickly turned my head and looked at it in the sound.

It was a group of people wearing white cloaks. They seemed to be holding some kind of ceremony, neatly divided into two teams, all wearing white cloaks. The large cloak not only covered their bodies, but also covered their faces. They were all hidden under the cloaks, and at first glance they looked like a group of white ghosts.

Their hands were stretched out outside the cloak, but their sleeves were all from Peking Opera sleeves, and their long white sleeves were hanging down, which looked more like a wronged soul who came to seek his life, and looked very strange.

Each of them held a rectangular wooden box in their hands, covered with a layer of white flowers, which looked very much like urns.

At the front of the team was a guide with a white banner and a large red satin flower tied to his chest. The guide held up the white banner with one hand and a red lantern in the other hand, with a big word 四四六四六四六四六四六四六四六四六四六四六国. At the same time, he sang a strange and ancient tone in his mouth.

The lead man walked in front, and the two teams followed honestly.

White banners, urns, white flowers, their clothes and strange tone that looked like mourning. How could they look like they were doing funerals, but the guide was tied with big red flowers on his chest, and he was carrying a big red lantern with the word "happy" on his face, which seemed to be taking a wedding with the groom.

I was a little confused.

The behavior of these people is the same as this dilapidated palace. The collision of two cultures has caused inappropriateness and makes people unable to understand what they are doing.

Isn't the culture of this interface just a mix-up, right?

When I was thinking about it, I heard Yu Chen ask Wei Huang, "Is it them?"

Wei Huang stared at the group of people and nodded, "Yes, I recognize their cloak."

As he spoke, he was about to rush forward.

Yuchen grabbed him, "Don't alert the enemy."

We hid and waited for the team to go far before we followed the traces they left.

After walking for about twenty minutes, we found the oasis that Yangjin mentioned!

The green lake water and the calm surface are like an emerald inlaid in the golden desert.

At this time, a tribe was holding a celebration by the lake.

A bonfire was burning by the lake, and a group of young women wearing big red skirts and gold jewelry were dancing around the bonfire barefoot. Their wrists and ankles were wearing gold bracelets, and gold bells were hung on the bracelets. As soon as they jumped up, the bells jingled, and the women sang loudly, creating a festive atmosphere of celebration.

There was a festive atmosphere here, but behind the women were the two teams of people holding urns. They were still wearing white robes and formed two circles, surrounding the women in the middle.

It’s really a cultural mix. Do you think this is a wedding or a funeral?

Next to the bonfire was a banquet, wooden tables in all directions, four long benches, eight dishes were placed on the table, and the wine in the glass was poured, but there was no guest. More than a dozen banquet tables were placed there empty, and I don’t know who was being invited, which made people feel panicked.

"What are they doing?" He has already chased him here, and he is not in a hurry. Wei Huang stared at the two groups of people who were in trouble and asked in confusion.

"Are the guests who were visiting have not arrived yet?" I guess, "It is impossible for this tribe to have only a few people. They are holding the ceremony here, and the others may not have arrived yet."

"No," Bai Qingjue, who had not spoken, said coldly, "The guests are already having a banquet."

As soon as these words came out, looking at the empty banquet table, my back felt cold.

"Is there anyone there that I can't see?" I asked Yuchen.

Yuchen shook his head, "I can't see it either."

"I didn't see it either," Wei Huang said, "Bai Qingjue, don't scare people. Yuchen's cultivation is not inferior to you. If there is really someone there, if you can see it, Yuchen will definitely see it."

When questioned, Bai Qingjue didn't respond, and his expression remained unchanged, "It's not someone who is a guest."

"Some things cannot be seen with your eyes," Bai Ziqi said, "Since Qingjue said that guests are full of people, there must be something next to these tables."

While we were talking quietly here, the women finished dancing and bowed their waists and stepped back.

The women retreated, and at the same time, the people in white robes began to walk forward. They walked to the campfire and did not stop, but walked directly into the fire without hesitation!

I was shocked.

The fire burned on them, like adding fuel to the fire, making a muffled sound, and the flames soared into the sky, drowning their figures in an instant.

They were swallowed by the fire, and they were quiet and did not scream at all. The rest of them were not afraid and continued to walk into the fire.

What is this doing? Suicide?

The women who retreated to the back all knelt down at this time, with their hands close to the ground, and bowed to the bonfire in a pious manner.

"They are reborn." Bai Qingjue suddenly said.

"What?" Wei Huang didn't hear it clearly. He didn't know what Bai Qingjue's rebirth meant for a while.

Bai Qingjue turned his head and looked at the other side, "Look at that side."

We all turned our heads and looked in the direction Bai Qingjue faced.

It was on the other side of the bonfire, and directly opposite the banquet table was a flat yellow sand field, but soon the yellow sand bulged one by one, as if something was about to emerge from the sand.

After a while, a hand suddenly stretched out from the sand, followed by the arms, head, upper body, and finally the whole body.

It was a naked adult man who looked eighteen or nineteen years old.

As the first man came out of the sand, other graves also emerged, including men and women, both in their 18 or 19 years old. They were like newborn babies, naked and clear eyes, and were full of novelty for the world.

The women in red kowtowed three times to the bonfire and shouted in unison, "Bow thank God for the kindness."

After shouting, they stood up, picked up the prepared white robes and ran over, and draped them on the bodies of these people.

One of the women said, "You have completed your resurrection and it's time to go back to the tribe with me."

The newborn saluted the woman, then followed the woman and walked towards the other side of the oasis.

I don't know what ceremony they were holding, but I was shocked.

Yuchen said, "Let's follow."
Chapter completed!