Chapter 59: Pointing to the Wind Tribe
The moss marks are green up and the grass is green.

Yuncheng is a scenic town in the Central Region. It is built on the mountains and is surrounded by clouds all year round, hence its name.

Here there are lush greenery, blue sky and white clouds, gentle breeze and bright moon. The pace of life is very slow and leisurely.

It is close to the ancient family - the Wind Clan, and is protected by them, so it is peaceful and harmonious.

On the top of the mountain above the clouds, the fallen flowers are colorful, fragrant, and extremely beautiful.

The crystal petals fall to the ground, accompanied by the fresh scent of earth.

The wicked Taoist priest had a ruddy face and dancing black hair. He climbed to a high place and looked into the distance, overlooking the clouds, looking like a hermit from the world.

Not long after, a space fluctuation was heard, and a young man with a handsome face like jade and white clothes as white as snow came here. It was the Emperor Immortal.

The wicked Taoist priest was fat and looked despicable. He introduced the situation to the Immortal Emperor.

It turned out that he was passionate about archaeology and excavating ancient tombs, and even had his eyes on the cemeteries of the holy land families.

Walking underground for many years and being an expert in Feng Shui, he naturally gained a lot.

One time, he discovered a secret underground that was related to the ancient wind tribe.

The Wind Clan, the oldest family in the Eastern Wasteland, is both powerful and mysterious. They have learned the secrets of the world and learned the secrets of the supreme way. They are an extremely powerful family.

It has experienced darkness and turmoil in various periods, but has always been prosperous. It is difficult to say how many tens of thousands of years it has been passed down.

Outsiders cannot know their origins and stories because it is too long ago and everything has been buried.

That is, he is a wicked Taoist priest who is fond of archaeology and likes to dig up people's ancestral graves. He has learned many secrets from a certain ancient tomb.

The Wind Clan has a mysterious heritage and comes from outside the territory. The first great sage of the Wind Clan was so powerful that he was omnipotent and invincible throughout the era.

He seized too many fortunes, and it is said that he once obtained a mysterious dragon stele.

The owner of the tomb lived in the same era as the first great sage of the Wind Clan.

I had seen the dragon stele with my own eyes, and felt that it was left by a peerless creature. It had a special aura, and I could never forget it until my death.

Before his death, he carved his conjectures on his coffin, placing his hopes on future generations.

It was finally discovered by Duan De during his "archaeological" work, and thus it came into being today.

"A dragon tablet?"

The Emperor was moved and thought of a lot in an instant.

Emperor Fuxi is considered one of the ancestors of mankind on Earth. But his predecessor was not simple, and he was suspected to be reborn by the ancient Tianzun after he formed the reincarnation seal.

It has a human head and a snake body. It was probably not a human in its previous life. It may have undergone a transformation in its second life and finally chose the human form.

He made great contributions to the human race, so he was recognized and called the ancestor.

This dragon stele of the Wind Clan was most likely left behind by him in his previous life. It was the scripture that was finally deciphered by the Wind Clan Goddess in the original novel.

No wonder the wicked Taoist priest wanted to drag him into the game. The clues to the Emperor's Scripture he had grasped pointed to an ancient family in its heyday.

"The Wind Tribe has a legendary ancestral monument, full of mystery, which has been unknown to many generations."

"Not a secret, not enough."

Emperor Xian was a little unhappy. He also knew about this and had planned to come and see it in the future, but now it seems he has to do it earlier.

The fat Taoist priest was in deep thought. He knew that he was not kind and the information he provided was not valuable enough.

Finally, he made a promise with a painful look on his face.

. . . . . .

Even the Little Fairy Phoenix was moved. She didn't expect that the wicked Taoist priest was willing to bleed so much.

The black-robed girl was so beautiful that she merged with the void, and outsiders could not see her figure at all.

She waved her hand, and inexplicable rules flowed, covering up the figures of the Emperor Immortal and the wicked Taoist priest. Only a saint could see through it. The way of the saints is like the sky. The level of cultivators below the saints is too far away, and it is difficult for them to understand the methods of a saint king like Youlian.

The ancestral land of the Wind Clan is full of wonders, far beyond ordinary imagination.

Eight hundred floating islands are dotted around, shining like pearls. Each island is unique, like the pure land of the heavens, making people feel peaceful.

Eight hundred islands are motionless, hanging in the sky, with fairy mist surging, like a beautiful sacred land, with fairy flowers in full bloom, waterfalls and springs, surrounded by five colors, and otherworldly.

There are also many palaces located on it, with carved beams and painted buildings, coiled dragons and flying phoenixes, and fairy clouds flowing. It is like a kingdom of gods outside the world, with many cranes, colorful luan and other spiritual birds flying among the islands.

"The ancients had a very particular way of burying people, let alone a great saint."

"If a great saint is buried, it must be in a place where yin and yang meet and heaven and earth are beautiful."

Duan De gave instructions with his divine sense. He was an expert in Feng Shui tombs and did not think that the Great Sage of the Wind Clan would be buried in such an "ordinary" place. He must be buried deeper.

He and Emperor Xian walked silently towards the deepest part.

Within the Wind Clan, there is a guard post every five steps and a sentry every ten steps. From time to time, powerful knights ride past, all riding powerful ancient beasts, flying into the sky and hiding in the ground.

Even powerful beings are not rare. In just half an incense stick of time, the Emperor Immortal has already seen dozens of powerful beings. Now that the Emperor Immortal has been born, he has stirred up endless storms.

All ethnic groups were very nervous, relaxed on the outside but tight on the inside, and their defenses were much stricter.

Eight hundred sacred islands are all suspended high in the sky, carved with strange formations. This is also a form of surveillance and deterrence. At critical moments, they can be transformed into powerful weapons, which is a proof of the tribe's foundation.

Normally, such a defense system is almost unsolvable in the post-ancient era. A great king who comes here will lie dormant, unless an ancient saint is still alive.

Unfortunately, a Saint King has just arrived, and he is well versed in formations.

Silently, he broke through the outer magic circle and sneaked in.

At the deepest point, there are endless mountains, towering into the sky, majestic, powerful and breathtaking.

Between the great mountains, there is a magnificent ancient city that will never sink. This is the sacred city of the Wind Clan.

Just like the Supreme Palace of Wanchu, the most powerful holy places and aristocratic families all have such a divine city, which is itself a holy vessel.

You Lian frowned. The mountain protection formation in this place was still relatively intact. It was easy to break it, but it would take some effort to sneak in silently.

She needs to deduce carefully and find out the flaws.

The wicked Taoist priest was also very excited. This ancient city had existed forever by absorbing and exhaling starlight, and had stabilized the terrain. The shadowy surface beneath it must be the most suitable soil for burial.

Dimly visible, there are tombs in clusters and ancient steles lying across the sky, as if one has arrived at a place of Hades.

Duan De watched carefully, felt the general trend, felt inexplicably horrified, and figured out some clues.

"What an ancient family! How cruel! You have to work hard for the family during your lifetime, and you can't rest in peace even after your death."

The Emperor's Immortal Source Art was just beginning to take shape, and he was very sensitive to the general trend of the world, and he also sensed something unusual.

This mausoleum area is more of a place for refining corpses than a resting place for the deceased.

If a powerful cultivator is buried in a beautiful place between heaven and earth and nurtured by nature for countless years, there is a glimmer of hope.

The corpse became spiritual and came back to life. Although it was no longer the original person, it was still the reincarnation of the old body, so it was a thought.

Qinling Mountains in Zhongzhou is an example, where the old emperor’s corpse is possessed by spirits.

However, the ancient Feng tribe did the opposite and buried the corpses in the earth to nourish the Yin energy.

Then, using the ancient strange formation, he extracted the yin to nourish the pure yang, and refined a bit of the purest masculine energy to nourish something inexplicable.

The Emperor Immortal's cultivation is limited, and he can only sense it vaguely, but it is difficult to figure out the details.

Most of the time, they are practicing the so-called foundation!

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