The holy land of the heavens, the collection of the pavilion!

The Collection Pavilion is the place where the Tianhuang Holy Land collects books, and contains classics handed down from the Tianhuang Holy Land throughout the ages.

At this moment, Zhuge Qingfeng, the Eighth Elder of the Tianhuang Holy Land, was looking for something in this collection pavilion.

There are a long queue of classics, and each classic is like a pair of invisible wings, constantly flying towards Zhuge Qingfeng, then flew past him and flew back to the bookshelf.

Every book that flew past Zhuge Qingfeng was scanned by his soul's power, and the contents of the book were immediately imprinted into Zhuge Qingfeng's mind.

The power of the soul swept through the classics, but at this time, Zhuge Qingfeng's brows became deeper and deeper, and he slowly shook his head. He seemed a little disappointed.

Judging from Zhuge Qingfeng's appearance at the moment, he should be looking for something, but he should not have found what he wanted yet.

"I heard from the Supreme Elder Leng Yi that he had seen the record of the Holy Lord and the Nine Netherworlds Technique. He accidentally saw it in an ancient book in this collection pavilion, why didn't it?" Zhuge Qingfeng murmured quietly.

"The Supreme Elder Leng Yi said that it has been a hundred years since he saw that ancient book in this collection pavilion!

A hundred years, hey, after all, a hundred years, there are so many surprises in a hundred years.”

From the moment he entered the Gallery Pavilion, Zhuge Qingfeng began to search. Time slowly passed, and only a small part of the Gallery Pavilion's books were left without him being scandalized.

However, the fewer the remaining classics, the less confident Zhuge Qingfeng is.

"Huh?" At this moment, when an ancient animal skin scroll that looked extremely broken flew past Zhuge Qingfeng, Zhuge Qingfeng's expression immediately moved, and he grabbed the scroll that had existed for countless years at first glance!

This scroll records a former ancestor in the Heavenly Holy Land, recording some events from his time.

His eyes scanned the text in the scroll, and finally, Zhuge Qingfeng's eyes stared at the simple lines of ancient characters:

The Tianhuang divine art was called the Nine Netherworld Art when the Holy Ancestor passed down.

Now, the 53rd generation of the saint of my Heavenly Holy Land has succeeded to the throne, and changed it to the Nine Nether Demonic Art!

After reading that sentence, Zhuge Qingfeng's face moved and said in surprise: "The Heavenly Divine Art was once really called the Nine Nether Demonic Art!"

"Is the classic that the Supreme Elder Leng Yi said a hundred years ago? Is this ancient scroll enough?" Zhuge Qingfeng said in his eyes tightly at the ancient scroll in his hand.

However, at this time, Zhuge Qingfeng was a little disappointed. Apart from these lines of ancient characters, the other records of this ancient scroll were not what Zhuge Qingfeng wanted.

And these few lines alone are of no use to him, Zhuge Qingfeng.

At this time, Zhuge Qingfeng slowly let go of his right hand, and the broken ancient scroll of animal skin slowly flew away from his hand.

At this time, Zhuge Qingfeng no longer had any hope in his heart. After all, the era of the Holy Aoyue Leng Aoyue was too long since now.

The information about that era has been so long that countless people have been destroyed in the long river of history.

The classics in the collection pavilion continued to fly in front of Zhuge Qingfeng. Just as Zhuge Qingfeng was about to leave the classics pavilion, his extraordinary handsome face changed again.

At this time, Zhuge Qingfeng's white, slender right hand with five fingers suddenly poked out again, and grabbed a beast bone with an ancient desolate aura in his hand. "The Great Protector of the Holy Ancestor's Seal, Yu Yin's note!"

The two words "Yuyin!" are familiar to the disciples of Tianhuang Holy Land. The great guardian under the seat of this ancestor is rumored to have been very powerful in ancient times.

He has followed the Saint Ancestor through countless battles and made great achievements!

Even in this collection pavilion, Zhuge Qingfeng saw a lot of records about the ancient times.

"It turned out to be the note left by the Great Protector Yuyin!" Zhuge Qingfeng murmured quietly, and the records in the note were all printed into Zhuge Qingfeng's mind just now.

The note mentioned that the Holy Ancestor once mentioned to the Great Guardian that although the Holy Ancestor comes from the Divine War Continent, his real hometown is a place called Tianheng Continent.

The Holy Ancestor was appointed as the strongest man in Tianheng Continent, the Nine Nether Emperor!

The secret technique practiced by the Holy Ancestor was passed down from the Netherworld Emperor...

...

"Tianheng Continent! The Holy Ancestor actually came from Tianheng Continent!" At this moment, Zhuge Qingfeng's face was even more shocked.

He learned from the Nine Nether Demon Lord that the Saint Ancestor of Heavenly Desolation Leng Aoyue came from Tianheng Continent! He didn't expect that this was actually true.

Then, he remembered the words of the one again, "Leng Aoyue, I am my disciple!"

"My... Could it be...is this true?"

"Nine Nether Demon Lord! Nine Nether Emperor! Nine Nether Demon Lord Shi Feng is the Nine Nether Emperor mentioned by the Great Protector of the Law of Ouyin. It's Wei Ming! Could it be that he is really the master of the Holy Ancestor Leng Aoyue?

But...but... his bones look like they are only ten years old!

Not necessarily! Since he is the master of the Saint Ancestor, if he uses the means to hide his true age and the art of maintaining his face, how can he see it with our eyesight?

But...but if that's the case, then...will he...be the real saint ancestor of our sacred land in heaven?"

Zhuge Qingfeng murmured these words secretly. The more he thought about these things, the more shocked he felt, and a thousand waves had already stirred up in his heart!

...

The holy land of heaven is above a cliff, surrounded by clouds and mist.

At this moment, two figures stood proudly on the cliff, appearing faintly between the clouds and mists.

"Xuan, do you really don't remember me at all?" The two figures on the cliff, one man and one woman, were the old man Luan Wu, and the beautiful woman.

When the old man said that to the beautiful woman, his wrinkled old face looked a little sad.

Today, this beautiful woman looked dignified, and naturally she was not as embarrassed as the strong man came that day. When she heard the old man's words, she replied: "I'm sorry, I really don't remember knowing you at all."

She is a noble and powerful person in the Nine Star Demigod Realm. The reason why she accepted the invitation from this old man was entirely due to the Nine Nether Demon Lord.

"Xuan..." The old man said this word gently and said softly: "That's right. Back then, you were the proud daughter of heaven that everyone looked up to. How could you remember me?

We haven't met a few times back then, and there have been few interactions. How could you remember such an ordinary disciple like me? Haha, hahaha!"

When the old man said it last, his self-deprecating laughter echoed in this empty world.
Chapter completed!