Tian Yuan

Tengluan Hall is the side hall on the right after entering the main gate.

Chen Qingyuan walked to the outside of the side hall and began to use gentle methods to break the restrictions on the door of the hall, making sure that it would not cause a wave and damage the things inside.

"Wow—"

The palm of the hand pressed lightly on the door, rolling up layers of soft ripples of laws, similar to rippling water, spreading into the distance.

This lasted for half an hour, and Chen Qingyuan found a suitable opportunity to lift the restrictions remaining outside the side hall.

With a gentle push, the heavy and ancient palace door was about to open.

With a flick of his sleeves, he created a transparent barrier that wrapped himself up, blocked the door, and stabilized the balance of the laws in this area.

The door opened and Chen Qingyuan walked in slowly.

He Xuan stayed outside the door and just watched. If he entered and his actions affected the balance and damaged the things in the hall, he would be blamed by Chen Qingyuan.

The best way is to stay where you are and not join in the fun.

"Some sundries."

This side hall has many cabinets, which seem to be relatively intact, but are actually decayed. All it takes is a gentle force falling on a corner of the hall to turn these things into pieces and disappear into the long river of history.

Chen Qingyuan went deeper and deeper, observing everything around him.

There are all kinds of items placed inside: books, bottles and jars, various weapons, stones that have lost their spirit, strange small objects, etc.

The only thing that could interest Chen Qingyuan a little was the bookshelf in front of him, which contained hundreds of books made of special materials, neatly classified.

"Be careful not to cause any damage."

If Chen Qingyuan reached out to touch it, the book would instantly turn into nothingness, leaving nothing behind.

You have to think of a better way and don't be impatient.

After thinking for a long time with his head lowered, Chen Qingyuan was ready.

As a secret technique was put into practice, his hands were covered with a layer of transparent luster.

Then he reached out and took the ancient book in front of him.

The movements are slow and the force is minimal.

Chen Qingyuan was obviously delighted after taking out the ancient book without damaging it. He held it in his left hand, and a transparent thread emerged from the index finger of his right hand, which opened the cover.

Because Chen Qingyuan was very careful, the ancient books were intact.

“I can’t understand these words!”

Chen Qingyuan looked at the strangely shaped characters and frowned while talking to himself.

"Record it so I can study it slowly later."

If you can't understand the content of the ancient books in a short period of time, you can't just stand there.

So, Chen Qingyuan first engraved every word of the ancient book in his sea of ​​consciousness, and then took out a blank jade slip and copied the text on it.

It took more than an hour to record every ancient book without any omissions.

As for the rest of the items in the side hall, they were all empty shells that had lost their Taoist charm and were completely useless.

He retreated to the palace gate and gently closed it, without deliberately destroying anything, allowing the things inside the palace to continue to exist in the world.

Outside the side hall, Chen Qingyuan seemed to be thinking about something, and muttered to himself: "The plaque on the main hall is engraved with the words Teng Luan, and the text is clear. Why are the ancient books in this side hall written in a strange font?"

"Your Majesty, what's going on?"

He Xuan was quite curious.

"Look at it."

Chen Qingyuan casually handed over a jade slip.

Holding the jade slip, He Xuan probed into it with his spiritual sense, read it several times, and knew the reason: "It is indeed strange."

“Maybe it’s a self-created font.”

After pondering for a moment, Chen Qingyuan speculated.

"Maybe!"

He Xuan echoed and returned the jade slip.

The two did not dwell on this issue and planned to move forward and explore further.

At the end of the jade floor, the second palace gate stands directly in front.

Once this door is opened, it is most likely the inner court of the main hall.

Being in an unknown place, He Xuan was walking on thin ice, mobilizing all the spiritual power in his body. As long as there was anything unusual around him, he would take defensive measures at the first opportunity.

Perhaps after a long period of baptism, the killing restrictions that were scattered throughout the ruins and ancient temples have disappeared.

Chen Qingyuan and He Xuan were lucky. They reached the gate leading to the inner hall easily without any obstacles.

This gate seemed to be about 70 feet high, like a small mountain, with a bumpy surface and some damage.

It has the residual power and charm of an ancient temple, and a layer of luster is attached to various places. It does not look so rotten, and has some of the prosperity of the past.

"Boom!"

Walking to the door, Chen Qingyuan raised his hand and knocked it. He touched the traces of the laws that had not yet completely dissipated, and judged how much energy was needed to break it open by force.

Of course, if he is not in a hurry, Chen Qingyuan doesn't like to force his way through.

Trying to break the remaining restrictions can not only avoid causing too much noise, but also allow us to understand the power of the laws of ancient times at a deeper level, and perhaps gain some insights.

"Your Majesty, take your time."

He Xuan stood aside, waiting patiently.

After spending a few more hours, Chen Qingyuan successfully removed the restrictions that remained on the door.

With Chen Qingyuan's current abilities, it was surprising that it took so long to break a broken restriction.

From this point of view, the ancient existence that built this temple was extremely powerful.

"when"

With a slight push, the door opened.

The view of the main hall comes into view.

The huge jade platform has pillars arranged neatly, each one like a peak rising into the sea of ​​clouds, some inlaid with rare gems, and some carved with patterns.

It covers a vast area, equivalent to a small city.

There are exquisite tables and chairs on both sides of the hall, a red carpet in the center, and various antiques and decorations in the corners.

A light mist seeped out from the ground, filling every spot in the hall.

At the front end is a huge platform, which seems to be in the sea of ​​clouds.

There is a big chair on the stage. Sitting on it, you can look down and overlook everything.

Perhaps it was the fog, or the power of the laws that remained in this world, that blocked the two people's vision, and the view of the platform was unclear, and it looked a little blurry.

"My old man doesn't have such luxury, what is the origin of the Palace Master of this world?"

He Xuan sighed.

Chen Qingyuan did not respond, but walked straight forward. He found that he could not see the whole picture of the platform, and he became very interested. He had to clear away the fog in front of him and figure out everything.

Seeing this, He Xuan did not stay where he was, but quickly followed.

After walking for a while, we arrived under the platform.

Just as Chen Qingyuan was about to climb the steps to get a clear view of the top, unexpectedly a barrier appeared in front of him, blocking his way.

"clang!"

There was a faint glow on the barrier, which repelled anyone who approached.

This rude act angered the remaining spirits of the ancient temple that had not yet completely died. A mechanical voice came from the sky: "Kneel!"