"Huh? What is that place?"

Qin Jiu's doubtful voice came, interrupting Xiaobao's angry curse.

[Poisonous Toad] The huge corpse disappeared.

Under the yellow sand that originally buried it, a large piece of transparent glass appeared.

Looking down from above, you can see a splendid palace inside.

In the center of the palace is a place like an altar.

A flame is burning above.

Behind the flames, there are three large golden characters -

No Palace of Sorrow!

Li Weiran showed a look of surprise: "Oh, it turns out that this is the ruins of Wushang Palace. No wonder there are such high-level ferocious beasts guarding it."

"The Palace of No Sorrow?"

Xiaobao blinked.

He remembered that he heard his mother mention it.

Brother Huang Huang followed his mother from Wushang Palace.

Li Weiran glanced at Xiaobao: "Little guy, do you want to become stronger?"

Xiaobao was startled, then he clenched his fist and nodded heavily.

Li Weiran raised his eyebrows slightly and said casually: "It's time to become stronger, so as not to hold Muyan back."

Xiaobao: "!!!"

He was so angry that he turned into a pufferfish!

Li Weiran ignored it and raised his hand, and a black light fell on the top of the glass.

Soon, a hole appeared in the glazed roof, which even the [Poison King Toad] could not smash through.

Li Weiran didn't wait for Xiaobao and Qin Jiu to react, and pushed them both down with two backhand palms.

The moment Xiaobao and Qinjiu entered Wushang Palace, the hole on the top of the glass disappeared immediately.

The yellow sand on both sides surged over as if alive, burying the glazed roof.

Li Weiran looked at the desert without leaving any traces, and the corners of his mouth curved brightly.

"If you can survive, you will definitely become stronger. Muyan will be very happy then, right?"

"If you can't survive...then you can't blame me..."

"The weak are not qualified to survive."

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"Thousands of heavenly beasts are brought back to their clan, and mountains and rivers appear in the sky."

"I am willing to use my humble body as a sacrifice to heaven, and my soul will fall into oblivion. I will have no regrets in this life. Just to give my son a ladder to heaven..."

"Father--!!"

The cold wind blew on me.

Luo Yu was so cold that he was shivering all over, and he felt that along with the sound of the wind, there seemed to be a distant and vague sound that kept ringing in his ears.

"...I will take you to the Floating Island. I will share my fate with you."

"From now on, I don't have a father. In this world, you are the only one who is my most important relative."

"The soul of the beast has been destroyed, and Xue is dead... we will never see each other again..."

"From now on, my soul is forgotten, my heart is broken, I only hope that the evil demon will possess me, and I will never recover..."

"kill--!"

Luo Yu opened his eyes suddenly and gasped for air.

Cold sweat dripped from his forehead, but before it could drip, it was blown dry by the cold wind.

He couldn't help but shiver all over and looked around.

What he saw was darkness, and the tip of his nose was filled with the smell of mud and decay.

After a while of getting used to it, Luo Yu finally saw it clearly.

This is actually a cave.

The cave is covered with moss and plants that are suitable for surviving in moist and dark environments.

He stood up and walked around the cave, but found nothing.

There are neither totems nor any treasures.

Only one of the walls had hundreds of sword marks scattered horizontally and vertically.

There is no spiritual power attached to these sword marks.

But I don't know why, but I can feel the overwhelming hatred and pain in the hearts of those who made these sword marks.

Who carved these sword marks?
Chapter completed!