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System message: You have entered the Land of Shangyang.

The land of Shangyang is vast and boundless, with a flat terrain and vague plants and trees. The sky is hung with a setting sun, emitting a dim light. From a distance, it looks like a layer of faint red gauze is covered with a desolate artistic conception everywhere, as if the hero is old and old.

Is this the eighth-ranked Shangyang Land?

There is an ancient legend about the Origin of Shangyang. According to legend, the Lord of Shangyang was originally the Sun God who brought light and warmth to the world. He was a great and selfless god. He was heartbroken because of the fall of a goddess and forgot his job, and thus fell resentment. He was no longer the great and selfless sun God. All the resentment condensed into a peerless and evil place. He named him the Origin of Shangyang and called himself the Lord of Shangyang.

As for the detailed plot, there is no clear explanation from the official, so it is impossible to know who the goddess is and why she fell? There are stories that are unexplained, which make people imagine.

"The boss of causality, the eighth-ranked Shangyang Yuan seems to be in danger." Baigu Bucheng looked around, looking puzzled. Apart from the desolate and dusk artistic conception that kept invading the mind and making people feel sad, it did not cause substantial damage, nor did it appear to be powerful monsters.

"Since it is a bad place, it is definitely not as simple as it seems." Yun Guo opened his eyes and looked through thousands of miles. He was still vast, with the feeling of desolate falling in the evening everywhere, constantly touching his heartstrings, making people involuntarily integrate into its sorrow, creating an indescribable pain. Such as losing his parents, or losing his beloved wife...

The grief of Lord Shangyang can affect others' moods. Who can understand his grief? He must love the goddess very much. He is sad for love, Lord Shangyang is a respectable god.

Yun Guo stepped on the blood-colored clouds, building a city with white bones, exploring the land of Shangyang and looking for the old man Cang. The more he moved forward, the more sad he felt. Yun Guo and the other two were depressed, lost their souls and wanted to cry loudly. Gradually, they found that the grief silently invaded the depths of their hearts, recognized that they were desolate, and raised a strong crisis that would never be restored. This discovery was extraordinary, making Yun Guo terrible.

My heart is eternal and I will never invade my thoughts!

Yun Guo's mind is firm, and his sacred breath is everywhere. He instantly walks out of deep sorrow, his mind is extremely sublimated, and his spirit is flying. At the same time, he opens the heart of creation, and the sacred breath covers the bones to build a city, helping him escape from the mood of grief.

"Life is painful, death is painful, love is even more painful; separation is hurt, love is even more painful, asking why love in the world is just for life and death?" At this time, a vicissitudes of life and death slowly came, causing resonance with the sad mood in the plains of Shangyang, and produced visions of separation and death, filled with sadness and pain everywhere, which made people extremely depressed. Since there were signs of collapse.

The white bones built the city and could not withstand the invasion of sad artistic conception. They were dull and their eyes were dull, and they were on the verge of collapse.

"White bones build a city, hold the soul, your heart is like water, your waves are not alarmed, your heart is like a mirror, and your thoughts are not touched..." Yun Guo sang loudly, his whole body was filled with sacred breath, and all things were not invaded, driving away the sad mood and blocking it ten meters away.

"Thank you, boss Cause and Reason." Bai Gu Bucheng's nature was also very firm. With Yun Guo's help, he walked out of the sad mood and took a deep breath. He was still scared. The evil land was indeed not covered. If it weren't for boss, I wouldn't know how I died.

The two of them walked forward and flew in the vast and boundless land of Shangyang. An hour later, a huge platform appeared in their eyes. On the platform was a white-haired old man, with his eyes closed and motionless.

Old Man Cang: Level 350, realm pharaoh, life span is approaching.

Yun Guo lost his long-range reconnaissance and was happy. He finally found Old Man Cang. The two of them came to the high platform. Old Man Cang seemed to have not noticed it, and was still motionless, just like an old monk entering a meditation, and the ancient well was not waking.

"Senior Cang..." Yun Guo screamed a few times before the old man Cang opened his eyes. His mixed eyes looked at Yun Guo and the others, showing curiosity, and said in surprise: "How did you get here? Did the Lord of Shangyang's grief not hurt your hearts?"

"My heart is eternal, and all things are not invaded, let alone a ray of sorrow." Yun Guo said confidently.

Old man Cang nodded and said with a loss: "It's not easy to achieve eternity of my heart. If you can get here, it means that you have strong willpower. It's really the next wave of the Yangtze River pushes the previous wave. I was once a generation of Dharma God. I just entered the land of Shangyang and immersed in the sad artistic conception of the Lord of Shangyang, which caused my soul to be injured and my realm fell to the pharaoh. If I can't get out of the sad artistic conception, I will never be able to return to the peak in my life."

Yun Jiaodao: "So, Senior Cang came to break through the shackles of grief, find his former soul, and return to a generation of Dharma God."

"Yes, it's a pity that I don't have much life span, I'm afraid I hope it's slim." The old man Cang said pessimisticly.

Yun Jiaodao: "It's okay, I can help my seniors get out of the shadow of the sad mood."

"Can you help me get out of the sad mood of Lord Shangyang?" Old man Cang couldn't believe Yun Guo's words. How could an immortal master have such a copy? Even a god cannot do it. You must know that Lord Shangyang is as powerful as the Five Emperors. His sadness is extraordinary and cannot be solved by ordinary immortals.

Yun Guo smiled confidently and said nothing more. He directly proved with his actions, activated the blessings of the Creator God, opened the heart of creation, and exuded a sacred breath of greatness, selflessness, fraternity, etc., just like the arrival of the Creator God, and all things worshiped. Suddenly, the grief turned into nothing before the sacred breath of the Creator God, without sorrow or pain, full of peace.

What is the concept of the great god of creation? He is the father of the heavens, the king of the gods, and the Lord of Shangyang is 100,800 miles apart from his level. The two cannot be said on the same day. Once the sacred aura of the great god of creation comes out, it is effortless to resolve the grief.

"You are the son of Creator!" Old man Cang's heart trembled, and he knelt down to Yun Guo with a pious look on his face.

"Creating the world is peaceful, enjoying family forever, without sorrow or pain. In a pure land, I use the sacred intention of the great god of creation to resolve the grief in my predecessors' hearts. I haven't woken up yet!" Yun Guo said at the end, and suddenly shouted, and a blow was taken to wake up the old man Cang.

"If the son of Creator, if the old man can get out of the shadow of grief, he will follow him to the death." The old man looked at Yun Bi with gratitude, closed his eyes and sat cross-legged, let go of his heart to accommodate the sacred breath, and cleans the shadow deep in his heart.

Great, selfless, fraternal, supreme... A series of sacred meanings are like the rising sun, shining brightly, bringing warmth and hope. In an instant, the old man's heart was sublimated to the extreme and suddenly opened up. A piece of light, and the grief disappeared silently, turning into shadowless, and there was no sadness or pain anymore.

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