"Youluo Emperor Domain?"

It turns out that it is such an "imperial realm".

However, what kind of place is this so-called Youluo Emperor Realm?

"In the ancient martial arts era, everyone started practicing martial arts from the womb, and they were born with luck and breathing. Being a waiter in a restaurant to open a hundred meridians is the lowest entry requirement. If your arms don't have hundreds of kilograms of strength, you can't even hold a broom - the brooms of that era were made of stainless steel, let alone sweeping the floor, scraping the ground was easy."

Manager Li's strange tone slowly rang behind the stone tablet...

"And in this era of unprecedented prosperity in martial arts, there are several martial arts geniuses who are the best in the world. They use martial arts to determine the world, govern the world with martial arts, and protect the world with martial arts. They are called the Emperor of Martial Arts by the people of the world!"

As he spoke, General Manager Li slowly moved from behind the stone tablet to front of the stone tablet.

"And Emperor Youluo Wu is the smartest and most mysterious one among them. He is not only proficient in one hundred and eight unique skills, but also has thousands of meridians. His internal strength is unparalleled."

"The meridians open up thousands of meridians?" I said strangely, "Don't bully me the few books I read. The human body has 360 regular meridians and 36 extraordinary meridians. The total number is only 396 meridians, right?"

"So they are Emperor Wu, you are not." General Manager Li said proudly, "Everyone of the Martial Emperors in the past had three heads and six arms, eight feet tall, tens of thousands of pounds of force, eyes like gongs, and face like indigo blue..."

"Is that still a human being?" I smiled bitterly.

"How can people today understand the glory of their predecessors?" Manager Li said disdainfully.

"If that era was really so brilliant, why would they die?" I asked.

"Just like the dazzling light of a meteor, glory is always fleeting." General Manager Li sighed to the sky, "God is jealous of talents."

"Is it?" I said coldly, "Meteors are fleeting because they have burned out-people of them in that era did create countless miracles, but their demise was really just accidental? Perhaps, we see the glory in front of us, but we turn a blind eye to the corruption behind us."

"What do you mean?" General Manager Li frowned.

"I mean..." I said with a sigh, "If you live in this world, the things of the predecessors are far better than those of the descendants, then these descendants... should consider why the things so good in the predecessors are lost? Could it be because of their goodness, which is only suitable for reference, but not for practical application? In fact, the predecessors are tall platforms, and later generations are born on this platform and have natural height advantages - then, should descendants continue to build, turn this platform into a tall building, or to dismantle those shelves, and it is enough for us to keep the platform? Wait! In fact, people often forget that the so-called predecessors are not just one generation, but one lifetime after another.

, generation after generation; the platform of predecessors was not the platform at the beginning, everything had to be built from the plain... If we really wanted to pursue that generation of predecessors, then... we ourselves will eventually become a generation of predecessors. When we look back at the distant future, will the best generation become ourselves? Human beings are making progress rather than regression, otherwise, demise is near... Of course, human beings always feel the beauty of their predecessors and worry about the suffering of today's people. This is a good thing - because we are always making mistakes, but don't forget that the reason why human beings have achieved today is not because we can always make the right choices, but because we have the ability to bear the mistakes and learn from the mistakes..."

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After hearing what happened, General Manager Li rolled in his head and felt in great pain.

"What's wrong with him?" Luo Ziyan came out of nowhere and asked curiously.

"It's okay, I just discussed with him... Well, who is the better bun you made with your mother?" I said.

Although I didn't have the chance to see it, Luo Ziyan's mother was famous for her delicious desserts back then.

Alas, maybe this is why Wan Yushen is so fat...

"Of course it's my mother." Luo Ziyan said without hesitation, "But... I have learned all my mother's skills and developed a lot of new snacks by myself. It shouldn't be much worse than my mother, right?"

"It's hard to say about taste." I glanced at General Manager Li who was lying on the ground, "Forget it, let's go in first."

Bypassing the ancient monument of the "Youluo Emperor Realm", I pulled Luo Ziyan to step onto a hanging avenue, stepped on the cold and hard stone bricks under my feet, and there were whirring cold wind curtains on both sides.

Bang, bang.

The sound of metal chains shaking sounded from time to time in the air.

This reminds me of horror stories such as the "Nine Chain Coffin" and the "Bronze Hanging Coffin".

Is it possible that a coffin is also hanging with iron chains in front?

Only after I reached the end of the hanging avenue did I realize that I was outrageously wrong.

I saw a hole in the underground hundreds of feet in front of me, crisscrossing with thousands or tens of thousands of thick black chains, and these stretched down and locked tightly... a palace!

It was an ancient ruin, full of weathered stone pillars, collapsed walls, and broken vaults. Although they were fixed by countless chains, they were still swaying over the bottomless abyss. No one could say when it would fall apart.

"This is Youluo Imperial Palace." General Manager Li said behind me.

"Are you okay?" I asked.

"A mere trivial matter is not worth mentioning before this ten thousand-year ruins." General Manager Li said coldly, "Two guests, please go to the palace."

"They are all in the palace?" I asked again.

"You can see." Mr. Li.

Yes, through the holes in the exterior wall of the palace, you can indeed see a few people moving inside, but it is strange that those people look a little blurry, not like real people, but are somewhat like mirror reflections.

"If you think those people look strange, it's because of the wind in this pit." Manager Li explained, "the wind of darkness."

"Dark Wind?" I wondered.

"This is the strange wind recorded in ancient books." Mr. Li said, "This wind comes from darkness. Those who are blown by it will also become part of darkness - so you will see some very vague figures."

"Will that affect the mind and make people fall into crazy killing or something..." I asked worriedly.

"That won't be." Mr. Li said, "It's just some special visual effects. Of course, sometimes some hallucinations may appear."

"Illusion..." I pondered, "So, how should we go?"

As usual, General Manager Li did not answer.

He raised his leg, stepped on a black chain steadily, and ran towards the palace downwards with a bang.

It turned out to be a one-line bridge!

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!