The sixth hall.

Artistic conception pavilion, second floor.

Tang Lin looked at the relief on the wall. The relief was a star map of a vast sea of ​​stars. The sun and the moon were shining on the left and right, making it look like he was in the starry sky.

"The sun, moon, and starry sky?" Tang Lin looked at the relief and couldn't help but smile: "The Yin and Yang of Tai Chi were encountered so late. All things began from one, and then Tai Chi, the Four Symbols, and even all things were multiplied."

He pointed his finger, and a ray of light of origin appeared on his finger.

"The way of origin ends everything."

The light of origin derived from his path of living beings flew into the relief wall and directly surrounded the sun, moon and stars above. All the stars returned to their original state in an instant, and the starry sky became pitch black.

Darkness may be the initial state of the universe.

On top of the dark relief, a door slowly opened, leading to the third floor.

Tang Lin walked in with a smile.

He only had to pass through the fifth floor of the artistic conception pavilion to enter the next hall. With the artistic conception of the way of living beings, he easily passed the level without encountering any obstacles.

"If this continues, maybe I can enter the Ninth Hall." Tang Lin was full of expectations and wanted to challenge his limits.

…

In the ninth hall, the artistic conception pavilion is on the third floor.

Tianyin Buddha quietly watched the darkness on the relief, his eyes seemed to be swallowed up by this deep darkness.

He had been sitting here quietly for an unknown amount of time, with countless thoughts passing through his mind, but he had never figured out what artistic conception the darkness on the wall represented.

Could it be Yuanshi?

Or origin?

Or is it the path of darkness?

He couldn't think of it. He had assumed that the darkness on the wall was the beginning of the universe, the darkness when the heaven and earth were born.

He tried to decipher this hypothesis, but found that his speculation was wrong. The darkness on the relief was not Yuanshi at all.

Then he assumed it was the way of origin and cracked it, but the result was still wrong.

"Is it nothingness? Darkness is nothingness?" Buddha Tianyin frowned. He raised his hand and pointed at the relief, and a thread of fate like silk hair flew into the relief.

"If it is nothingness, it can reproduce destiny."

He stared closely at the relief.

This thread of fate flew over the relief, but disappeared silently.

Tianyin Buddha frowned: "Is it the way of devouring?"

"No matter how strong the way of devouring is, it can't swallow fate. It will never be the way of devouring, so what could it be?"

"dark……"

"What does darkness represent?"

His brows were furrowed, and he almost felt like his head was going to explode.

…

Another** space, the third floor.

The headmaster of the White Feather Sect looked at the relief on the wall. There was nothing on the relief, it was completely dark.

"What is darkness?" The headmaster of the White Feather Sect frowned and his expression was a little downcast. He already felt that the difficulty of this level was several times higher than before.

"No matter what it is, my way can crack it. I am the way to immortality, the way to eternity. If it is ranked on the list of heavenly ways, it can definitely be tied with the way of destiny!"

"No matter how dark you are, it's the beginning and the origin. It can't match eternity!"

With a wave of his finger, a ray of sword light suddenly shot out and shot directly at the relief. This ray of sword light was as bright as silver and turned into eternity in an instant!

If you haven't seen it with your own eyes, you can't imagine the charm of this sword.

However, the sword light shot on the relief, but disappeared silently. The relief seemed to be able to swallow all kinds of avenues, like a crawling giant beast, coldly looking down at the headmaster of the White Feather Sect.

The headmaster of the White Feather Sect's pupils shrank and his face looked a little ugly: "It can actually destroy eternity. What kind of way is this?"

…

Artistic conception pavilion, on the second floor.

A smoky black-robed figure appeared out of thin air. The thin and lonely figure looked indifferently at the relief on the wall.

The "Hunter bends his bow and shoots at the large sculpture" on this relief carries a strange power.

He watched quietly, and after a moment, a ray of light appeared in his eyes, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "So it turns out that it is the way of wild power. This power that defies the sky is really interesting..."

He smiled and raised his hand.

A ray of black light, as pure black as fine ink, hit the relief wall, and then quickly spread over the entire relief like a pool of dirt dripping from an ink painting.

"The barbaric wilderness will eventually perish..." The old man in black robe looked cold, "Everything in the world will surrender to the path of annihilation!"

On the relief wall, a door opens.

The door to the third floor!

He walked in with a smile, his eyes glowing: "Two junior brothers, it seems like you haven't understood the third level of Tao yet, and you haven't taken this palace of the Four Emperors as your own yet.

You can’t blame me.”

With a cruel smile on his face, he arrived at the third floor.

The relief on the third floor is engraved with pitch black darkness.

The originally smiling expression of the old man in black robe sank slightly, and his brows furrowed: "Darkness? Could it be the beginning, the origin? No, it shouldn't be that simple."

He stood in front of the relief, frowning in thought.

I don't know how long it took for this station to pass, it seemed like days, months, or minutes. Then he raised his head, looked at the relief on the wall, and muttered: "Let's give it a try first."

He raised his hand a little, and the light of death flew to the relief.

The silence merged with the darkness on the wall, and then disappeared silently.

A glimmer of light flashed in the eyes of the old man in black robe: "Interesting, it is indeed the palace of the Four Emperors. It seems that I still have to spend some effort to do it."

He pondered, looking thoughtful.

…

The seventh hall.

Artistic conception pavilion, third floor.

Tang Lin looked at the relief on the wall of the palace, which depicts a swaying grass isolated in a desert.

There is no water source or flowers around, only this solitary grass.

It seems like the whole world is far away from it.

Tang Lin looked a little sighing: "The greatest power in the world is life! What power can be stronger than the beating of the heart? What power can be stronger than the idle life of ants?"

"The birth of a bud is something that even the hard soil cannot resist."

"The way of life..."

He looked at the relief and said: "The most powerful way, I wonder if life can be stronger than the wilderness?"

The barbaric way he comprehended from the second level of the "Dragon's Blood Code" was like a red dragon flying into the relief.

The grass and the dragon on the relief were fighting together. The soft grass seemed to become very tough and full of strength in an instant.

The little dragon coiled around the grass. Then it opened its mouth and swallowed the grass.

Even life will end in the wilderness.

"It is indeed the ultimate way of power. Barbarism...the world will turn into barbarism, let alone life?" Tang Lin looked at the door opened behind the relief and stepped inside.

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The eighth hall, artistic conception pavilion, fourth floor.

A young man in white came slowly. His expression was as cold as the ice and snow in the distant mountains. The white clothes on his body were not stained by any dust. The black scabbard in his hand was simple and ordinary. It seemed as if it was made of wooden boards.

He stood quietly in front of the relief, looking at the engravings on the relief.

The relief shows a rickety old man, using a cane and struggling to walk on an ancient road. The old man's expression is full of vicissitudes of time, and his deep eyes are staring into the distance, as if there is someone else at the far end.

Invisible things.

Xuanyuan watched silently.

Suddenly, he raised two fingers together and scratched hard on the relief.

A ray of sharp sword light struck the relief, splitting the body of the rickety old man in half, and the relief seemed to crack.

Then, a door opened in front of him.

His approach is always so straightforward, simple and direct.
To be continued...