(Wrist pain, tingling, uploaded a little late today. Sorry.)

Holding the brush, Xiao Hao seemed to turn into a statue at this moment, standing like this.

However, this is not the case in Xiao Hao's spiritual world!

Xiao Hao's consciousness floated, climbed along the sky light, and went upwards with a sudden "wave", as if he had come to another world!

What kind of world is this? It cannot see the bottom down and the sky upward. There are only mountains rising from the ground, passing through layers of white clouds, and then beyond the field of vision.

There are all such a mountain peak like a pillar in all directions. Xiao Hao is like the tiniest ant in the world here.

"Mountain!" A huge will came.

The white clouds in the sky suddenly clumped together, and a figure appeared. This was a strange, old figure, looking gray-haired and hunched; but this figure was as majestic as a mountain! The small figure seemed to be heavier than the entire world, so heavy that it seemed that the earth could not bear his weight.

Boom! The earth roared, and mountains like pillars collapsed.

In an instant, the sky was dim and the white clouds were shattered. Countless rocks fell from the sky; some rocks fell from Xiao Hao because the speed was too fast, and sparks seemed to be rubbing out on the surface.

Boom... Xiao Hao's eyes darkened and he felt something above his head; when he looked up, he saw a huge rock, or a small hill, more than a hundred feet in a radius, and it rumbling down at him.

"Doway! Dodge!" Xiao Hao roared angrily, but he was helpless, watching the huge mountain peaks, falling, falling...

No! Hum?

I saw a flash in front of my eyes, and the rocks continued to fall, but had no effect on me.

It was a false alarm, and it turned out that I was just a phantom.

Rumble...

One mountain after another collapsed. Countless gravel appeared on the earth. Gradually, the world was clear and the earth was clear. Xiao Hao looked further away, and countless peaks continued to collapse. I don’t know how long it took, but there were only white clouds that condensed in the world, and all the peaks disappeared. There was only the chaotic and desolate land.

Only in the sky, the old but heavy figure sitting cross-legged still remained.

I don’t know when the world suddenly trembled.

"Mountain!" The great will came again.

Crack... In Xiao Hao's eyes, the earth began to rise and fall in this unlimited world, and an orogenic movement was unfolding.

The rocks seemed to be growing on their own, and the mountains rose like blood vessels of the earth, and then quickly climbed up, like walls, penetrated straight into the sky.

During the process of growing up, countless unstable places collapsed; and then one peak after another suddenly appeared. The peaks became higher and higher, surpassing the first layer of white clouds and surpassing the second layer of white clouds...

Finally, the sky and the sun were blocked again, and the top was beyond the reach. This world turned into a world of mountains again. Here, we could not feel the loss of time. As if everything was so natural, Xiao Hao was like a spectator.

And only that old figure is still ahead, like an eternal god.

Xiao Hao was not stupid, so he had an idea at the first time. "The last scholar to join Xiao Hao and pay homage to the emperor."

Suddenly, the old figure trembled and then slowly disappeared. But the white clouds in the place began to change, turning into a strange three-dimensional sculpture!

It’s strange that when Xiao Hao saw this sculpture, he knew that it was a word. It was a word “mountain”. But this word is completely different from ordinary words because this word is three-dimensional!

Innate characters! Inexplicably, a faint will permeated, Xiao Hao understood that this strange character is really a character rather than a sculpture, but this is an innate character, which is the most primitive character created by Cangjie back then; however, this character is not very complete, but it is already the life of Ping Yun Shangxian.

The word "shan" slowly circles, up and down, left and right, and looks irregularly rolling; but in this word, Xiao Hao saw high mountains, small hills, barren mountains, green mountains, peaks that penetrated the sky clouds, snow-capped mountains, and gurgling mountains...

Crazy... In Xiao Hao's sea of ​​consciousness, the sound of water sounded, a vortex appeared, and another bronze tripod of luck appeared!

Under the inscription of this font, Xiao Hao slowly felt the power of "mountain", and his luck circled. A vague character appeared on the outer wall of his new luck bronze tripod, but it was very blurry; however, as time extended, the traces became clearer and clearer! However, the "mountain" composed of white clouds in front was slowly fading!

At this speed, Xiao Hao would even dissipate if he could not understand one tenth! Xiao Hao felt that this kind of understanding did not mean that he could obtain one tenth of his ability; perhaps he could not even exert one percent of his power! The ability of a complete and incomplete item cannot be compared; some things cannot be used at all. This principle may also apply here.

"No!" Xiao Hao knew that this was definitely an opportunity. If Xiao Hao understood the word "mountain", he might master a magical power. But now it seems that he had no time to understand everything, and he could not even understand one tenth!

Unwilling to give up! Xiao Hao was definitely unwilling to give up at this time. Even a fool could understand such an opportunity, and it would definitely not be a cabbage!

However, the "mountain" in the white cloud structure in front is still slowly dissipating, and Xiao Hao still doesn't understand much...

Not enough! Not enough! Still not enough! Innate words are not just an image, but also a kind of "Tao". This thing does not mean that you just need to remember the shape, but also that feeling. Obviously, it is impossible to record this thing.

But at this moment...

A loud bang... Xiao Hao's eyes flashed, and half of the book appeared. It was... the Heavenly Book!

The sky book was flipping, and a hazy light shone from the sky book, and then covered the word "mountain" in front like fog. Then the light returned, condensed and merged on the sky book, just a cup of tea, and this change ended. Xiao Hao discovered that the same word "mountain" had appeared on the sky book, and even the charm was also on it!

"What's the situation?" This situation is too strange, which makes Xiao Hao a little confused; but seeing the word "mountain" composed of white clouds in front of him is still fading, Xiao Hao doesn't think about anything else for the time being. He calms down and re-understands.

Gradually, the patterns on the surface of the Qiyun bronze tripod were much clearer. Although it might not even be one tenth, Xiao Hao vaguely felt that he had mastered some kind of magical power - a very small branch.

The wave...a light sound. The innate word "mountain" composed of white clouds flashed a few times and disappeared completely. In an instant, Xiao Hao felt that the world was beginning to reject himself. His vision began to blur, and Xiao Hao understood that the opportunity was over.

Bang……

Finally, Xiao Hao felt as if he had left the mysterious world. He opened his eyes tremblingly and saw the dissipating sky light. The holy peak in front was reappeared in his sight. Looking at the peak that penetrated into the sky, Xiao Hao felt a kind of closeness and a faint respect.

Blinking again, Xiao Hao saw that the ink in the bucket was still trembling, and a drop of ink fell from the brush, splashing a small ink flower on the ground; Xiao Hao was sure that his actual experience just now should be very short.

"Papa..." Applause came from behind, and Sun Mingjun's wonderful voice came, "Okay! Good boy. He actually alarmed the will of his ancestors. Even we have benefited a lot."

"What's going on with this...?" Xiao Hao's right hand drooped, and ink dripped. He touched his brow with his left hand, and was a little confused. The Book of Heaven, the changes of the Bronze Cauldron of Luck, and the inexplicable space just now made Xiao Hao a little confused. But he didn't dare to check it here, so Xiao Hao was afraid that the existence of the Book of Heaven would be exposed.

Han Mingyang smiled, "You actually triggered the Holy Peak alone. The will of the ancestors; well, it seems that they have reached the fourth level, which is amazing.

Shangxian turned into a mountain, and did not die completely. They were too powerful. Therefore, the will mark can exist for a long time. As long as the descendants continue to sacrifice, such will marks can even exist forever. It is said that when one day the opportunity comes, these will marks will even be resurrected. Of course, no one has ever heard of resurrected.

But one thing is that the will of Shangxian carries their lifelong insights. If they can obtain this kind of insight, it is almost equivalent to obtaining part of the inheritance. Of course, how much inheritance can be obtained depends on the opportunity.

I wonder what kind of inheritance you have seen?”

Xiao Hao instantly had countless thoughts in his mind, and finally answered accordingly, "I saw a word composed of white clouds, which seemed to be some three-dimensional text. But I couldn't understand it for a long time, and I didn't even see one tenth!"

The reason why I tell the truth is that Xiao Hao doesn’t know what others have seen, or it’s better to say it’s true; don’t make things worse.

"The origin inheritance!" Han Mingyang and Sun Mingjun were surprised after experiencing it!

"The origin inheritance?" Xiao Hao blinked and felt so powerful.

"This involves the secret of the sun and moon shining together. You are not suitable to know too much now. As long as you know, you have just entered the inheritance world and obtained the highest inheritance. Of course, don't be complacent. This is ultimately the perception of others. If you want to become a master of sun and moon shining together, you have to go your own path step by step. Others' things are others'!

If we could have masters by relying on inheritance, the human race would not be like this.

Moreover, you will not be able to see such a inheritance alone, many people can see it. It is like a book, but it is only opened relatively few times." Han Mingyang explained earnestly, trying to make Xiao Hao realize that although this inheritance is good, what is more important is himself.

"Thank you for your teachings, sir." Xiao Hao bowed respectfully. Every little knowledge is precious and accumulated little by little by little by little by little by little. As a person, you must have a grateful heart.

"Okay." Han Mingyang smiled happily, then turned to look at the emcee behind him, "Go and hang the plaque."

The plaque at this moment is no longer shining. After all, Xiao Hao is just an ordinary master of purple qi, and he cannot make the words as bright as pearls and jade. The previous abnormalities have been absorbed by the Holy Peak and then fed back to Xiao Hao for a chance to inherit. In short, Xiao Hao made a lot of money this time! (To be continued...)
Chapter completed!