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The mine tunnel goes deeper and deeper.

The Qingyun Sect has been mining this vein for more than ten years, and the main roads have long been connected in all directions, but the branch road Su Yu took has obviously been abandoned for a long time, and the rock walls on both sides are covered with dark red waste moss.

The deeper you go, the more the hourglass in the sea of ​​consciousness vibrates, as if it is being pulled by something.

Su Yu clenched the iron ruler tightly and kept walking.

After walking for about half an hour, a faint blue light appeared in front of us, coming from the depths of the rock wall.

Su Yu slowed down and touched the rock wall.

When I turned a corner, my eyes suddenly opened up.

It was a naturally formed cave, three feet square, with a rock wall as smooth as a mirror and covered with densely packed runes.

The runes have faded, most of them have been eroded by time, and only a few scattered ones still shine with a faint blue light.

There is a skeleton sitting cross-legged in the center of the cave - the posture is very strange. It is not the cross-legged posture of the monk when he passed away, but a struggling posture.

His arms were stretched upward and his fingers were spread out, as if he was suffering some great pain.

A black jade piece the size of a fingernail is embedded between the skull's eyebrows. It has cracked, and strands of golden light seep out of the cracks.

That golden light was exactly the same as the light of the hourglass in his sea of ​​consciousness.

Su Yu came closer and saw clearly a line of words carved on the ground in front of the skeleton. The handwriting was scrawled and carved into the stone with his fingers. Every stroke was filled with blood.

"Su Xuan, the 18th generation grandson of the Su family of the Shi clan, died here.

The catastrophe is approaching, and the inheritance cannot be broken.

Those who come later, if they have the blood of the Time clan, sacrifice their blood to the monument, and they can obtain the inheritance of the King of Time.

If you don't have the blood of the Shi clan, retreat quickly - there is a tomb guarding soul hidden in the stele, and anyone who doesn't touch it without the blood of the Shi clan will be counterattacked."

This was the first time he knew the origin of his bloodline.

His father didn't say anything before he died, he just asked him to live well.

He thought he was the son of Orion, an ordinary son of Orion.

But now a skeleton that had been dead for an unknown number of years told him that he was a descendant of the Time clan, and that the power of Time, cursed by heaven, flowed in his blood.

"The eighteenth generation grandson, Su Xuan."

Su Yu looked at the skeleton, "So, you are my ancestor?"

The skeleton was silent.

Su Yu looked at the black jade piece between the skull's eyebrows - the Life Soul Monument.

He heard about this thing from the old monks in the mine. In ancient times, there was a great master who used the soul of life as a monument to engrave what he had learned throughout his life into it and passed it on to future generations.

But the inheritance is extremely demanding: it must be of the same bloodline, and it must withstand the test. If it cannot survive, the soul will be destroyed.

The tomb guarding soul is hidden in the stele and is responsible for selecting successors.

High risk, high reward.

He is very weak now, so weak that if he kills three miscellaneous fish in the early stage of Qi refining, he will have to consume the power of time and get a black mark.

However, the time mark only has 1 point, which is far from the 100 points required to strengthen the physical body.

Su Yu stretched out his hand.

The moment his fingertips touched the black jade piece, a terrifying suction force came from the jade piece, as if an invisible big hand grabbed his soul and dragged him into the endless abyss.

His vision went dark.

When he opened his eyes again, Su Yu found himself standing in a void.

Under your feet are the endless rivers of stars, and above your head is the long river of time hanging upside down - the long silver-white river flows from the end of the void. Every drop of water is a moment, and every ripple is a hundred years.

Su Yu stood under the long river, as small as dust.

Then he saw the monument.

A hundred feet high black stone tablet, the body of the tablet is as smooth as a mirror.

Standing in front of the stone monument was an old man with a phantom figure, white beard and hair, wearing a shabby blue Taoist robe, and his eyes were pure gold without pupils.

"Descendants of the Shi Clan."

The old man spoke, his voice hoarse like gravel, "After so many years, someone finally came."

Su Yu bowed and saluted: "Junior Su Yu, I have met my senior."

"No need to be polite.

I am Su Xuan, the seventh-generation tombkeeper of the Shi clan.

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