The State of Zhao is located on the south side of the land of Nanfang, which is blocked by the Tianhe Sea and may have once been integrated with it. It is in the southern region connected to the Western Continent.

To be precise, it is on the edge of the Southern Territory. Although it is never close to the sea, after climbing over countless mountains from here, you can still see the majestic Tianhe Sea.

Zhao is a small country with not many people, but the capital city is still prosperous. Although snowflakes are floating in the city after dusk, the lights of every household in the snow can still give a sense of warmth to those who have homes.

As for homeless people, perhaps walking on this snowy night will feel an indescribable loneliness.

Meng Hao was walking on the street. It was already dark. Among the crowds that were bustling during the day, few people could be seen in the distance. Most of them were wearing bamboo hats and hurried by with their heads down.

Looking up from a distance, you can vaguely see a very conspicuous building in the capital of Zhao State. It is a tower, but its name is Lou.

Tanglou.

It is a hundred feet tall. Although it is not as high as a mountain, it stands tall and tall in the capital of the Zhao Kingdom. It is particularly eye-catching. The wind and snow blur her figure at this moment, but it cannot take away the founder of the Zhao Kingdom and Wen Sheng when this Tang Tower was built.

, and the collective thoughts of many people.

Look out to the east, look out to the Tang Dynasty, and look to Chang'an in the distance.

Meng Hao had never been to this capital city, and Meng Hao had never seen this tenement tower. But when he was walking on the street, the first time he saw the tower, he knew that this... was the tenement tower.

He once had an ideal that one day, as a civil servant, he could set foot on this Tanglu and take a look at the distant world.

Meng Hao silently looked at the tenement building in the snow for a long, long time.

"Before my parents disappeared, there was a purple wind blowing outside, and outsiders spread the auspiciousness, saying that they saw gods in the sky..." Meng Hao walked forward, looked at the tenement building, and murmured.

Meng Hao was silent. He would never forget what happened that night many years ago. From that day on, his childhood was gone. His character no longer relied on his parents, but became stronger.

From that day on, Meng Hao had a dream, he wanted to go to the East, he wanted to go to the Tang Dynasty!

It was rumored by outsiders that his parents were deceased, but Meng Hao knew that his parents were just missing. They were still there. Meng Hao would not forget that night, his father, wearing a purple gown, stood by the window and looked at the purple wind outside.

The unbearable look in his eyes when he looked back at himself.

He will also never forget hearing his mother's low cry at night.

He didn't tell anyone these things, he just kept them in his heart.

Meng Hao looked at the tenement building that was getting closer and closer. He didn't know why so many past events came to his mind. He sighed softly. His sigh was divided into pieces in the wind and snow, and could not be spread out of the capital.

Zhao Guo could not spread beyond the southern region, could not cross the Tianhe Sea, and could not reach Chang'an in the east.

"Perhaps I have heard my mother talk about the Tang Dynasty since I was a child. She said that every country in the world has a Tang Tower in its capital city. It is called Dongtuwai, the place closest to Chang'an." Meng Hao murmured softly.

Nan, approached the tenement building area and looked up.

The wind and snow were very strong, and the whine of the gusts of wind spread all around, rolling up the snowflakes, which seemed to be constantly hitting the tenement tower. From here, you can see that this building is very elegantly built, with an octagonal base, standing like a pagoda.

over there.

The whole body is blue, just like the imagined Tang Dynasty, maybe it should be this color.

Even though it was a snowy night, there were still Zhao soldiers patrolling outside this tenement building. Here... only those with meritorious status and those in power could enter after worshiping heaven and earth.

But this was for a mortal. Meng Hao walked all the way without the officers and soldiers noticing, until he entered the tenement building.

A staircase of some age surrounds the tenement building and goes straight to the top. There are many carved and colorful murals around it, describing Dongtu, the Tang Dynasty, and Chang'an.

"I still remember that my mother told me about the Eastern Land and the Tang Dynasty. I was young and didn't understand it at that time, but looking back now, my mother described the Eastern Land, Chang'an, and the Tang Dynasty. If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, it might be hard to understand.

So detailed.

Not the appearance engraved in the murals of this tenement building." Meng Hao looked at it, walked up the stairs, and looked all the way until he reached the top of the tenement building. The mural ended. There were customs there, and there were mountains surrounding it.

There are beautiful legends there, which make people look outward and fascinated.

On the roof of this Tang Dynasty building, the wind and snow were howling outside. The wind was louder and the snow was thicker. Meng Hao stood there and took a deep breath. Looking into the distance, he could only see the snow, not the east soil, nor the Tang Dynasty.

, missing... Chang'an.

"It turns out that Chang'an can't be seen here."

Meng Hao murmured softly and stood there silently, his thoughts fluctuating for a long time. At this moment, he was not a civil servant, nor was he worshiping heaven and earth. He was a monk, a monk at the eighth level of Qi Condensation.

"The path I took has changed, but the direction remains the same..." The wind outside blew and scattered his long hair, and the snow came, surrounding him without melting, as if it recognized Meng Hao's life, like this snow

Same.

For a long time, Meng Hao closed his eyes, sat cross-legged on the tenement building, and meditated quietly.

Late at night, the wind and snow were getting worse, and most of the lights in the houses were extinguished. Looking from this tenement building, the entire city was dark and quiet. In this darkness and quiet, what appeared in Meng Hao's closed eyes was

Years ago, in Yunjie County, there was warmth during the wind and snow.

For a long time, for a long time, a stormy night passed.

When Meng Hao opened his eyes in the early morning, he didn't know whether he saw Chu Yang for the first time, or whether Chu Yang saw him for the first time.

The entire city gradually became lively with the arrival of morning, and the streets were bustling with people. At this time, the mundane world slowly spread out in front of Meng Hao.

Meng Hao watched silently until late at night, until early in the morning, one day, two days, three days.

Seven days gradually passed by as Meng Hao watched silently, and the light in Meng Hao's eyes also went from weak at first, to bright, to now calm.

Like a change in thoughts, like a realization in life, on the early morning of the eighth day, Meng Hao saw officers and soldiers bowing to each other under the Tang Tower. A middle-aged man wearing an imperial robe, with a group of people surrounding him, outside the Tang Tower

Worshiping the heaven and earth, many people from afar followed and paid homage together.

Meng Hao stood up and took a step toward the sky at the moment they bowed. He avoided the bow and walked out of the tenement building. The precious fan under his feet supported his body and slid forward. He knew that it was time to leave, and he was about to leave at this moment.

Before leaving, I wanted to look back and take one last look at the tenement building.

But the moment he turned back, Meng Hao's eyes suddenly froze.

He saw that at the moment when those people knelt down and worshiped outside the tenement building, a soft light flashed from the tenement tower, emitting a light that was invisible to mortals and only those with spiritual power could notice it.

This light shot straight into the sky, causing the clouds to roll, and a huge vortex appeared faintly. This vortex was still invisible to mortals, but in Meng Hao's eyes, the vortex was extremely clear, making him take a breath and look shocked.

Because he could clearly see that within the whirlpool, there was... an endless stretch of skeletons and ruins. It was so gloomy and shrouded in black mist that he couldn't see too many details, but there was an indescribable mystery and...

The darkness spread.

Meng Hao's mind was shaken. He even saw what seemed to be a huge coffin in the black mist of the whirlpool. At this moment, among the endless ruins that Meng Hao saw in the whirlpool, there was a person sitting cross-legged on the coffin.

Next to him, the withered skeletal corpse opened its eyes at this moment. There were seven star-like light spots surrounding the gray pupils. Although it was dim, it made the person's eyes seem to penetrate the vortex.

To Meng Hao.

At this moment, Meng Hao's mind was pounding, and he could not close his eyes. His eyes even stung, as if the seven stars in his gray eyes were about to appear in his pupils.

At this moment, some signs of withering appeared on his body, and traces of black mist emanated from the sweat pores on Meng Hao's body.

Meng Hao was shocked and quickly backed up. At the same time, the vortex was quickly swallowed up by the clouds for some reason. The pressure around Meng Hao dissipated and everything returned to normal, as if the previous scene was an illusion.

But at this moment, although the withering of his body no longer continues, the traces of death are still emanating. Meng Hao's expression continued to change. When he lowered his head to look at the earth, the tenement building no longer glowed, and the people on the earth were worshiping.

Still continuing, Meng Hao looked gloomy and without hesitation activated his treasure fan, turning into a rainbow and leaving quickly.

After gliding out of the Zhao capital, Meng Hao turned back and glanced in the direction of the tenement building again, and then looked at the sky. In the silence, strong doubts arose in his heart.

"That can't be an illusion. What kind of existence is Tanglou...? I thought it was just an earthly thing before, but now it seems absolutely impossible!"

"And what kind of place is the world inside that whirlpool? It's a ruin, filled with the aura of death, and there are countless skeletons..." Meng Hao felt a little numb as he thought about the ruins and opened his eyes to look at himself.

of that corpse.

The corpse's eyes were full of coldness and gloom, especially the seven star-like light spots in the gray pupils. Thinking about it at this moment, Meng Hao still felt that his whole body was cold and he was sweating.

"And that...coffin." Meng Hao took a deep breath, his expression filled with awe.

"Who is buried inside, and why do they appear in the mysterious place of the whirlpool? Why... is it related to the Tang Tower... Is there any connection between all of this and the Eastern Tang Dynasty?" Meng Hao was silent and looked towards

Tanglou's eyes were even more awe-inspiring. He took a deep breath at this moment. He couldn't slide for long, and after landing on the ground, he stepped out of here quickly.
Chapter completed!