Su Huan smiled lightly and said, "My age is not even a tenth of Lian Shixiong's, how would I know so much? However, I can sense that this must be an ancient formation set up in the past. Now that the spiritual energy has dissipated by more than half, and with the mountain's spiritual vein being severed, we just need to make a few more attacks and exhaust the remaining spiritual energy."

  His words were easy to say, but only the two of them had such magical powers. Here, they had already spent half a day, taking turns attacking continuously, finally making the stone wall gradually lose its luster, showing cracks one after another. In the end, the two joined forces and struck together, punching a big hole in the stone wall.

  Mo Zi Chen said: "Be careful, behind is a deep abyss of ten thousand feet!"

  Lian Cheng Jun took out the treasure "Old Dragon Scales" and carried everyone to fly behind the stone wall. Mo Zi Chen raised his head and looked, his eyes wide with shock: "How did it become like this?"

  What she saw was a smooth stone wall with countless stones protruding from it, forming a huge ghost face. But now, it seemed to have been plowed over, the original protrusions and grooves were all swept away, leaving only pits and dents, and the original shape could no longer be seen.

  They stood on the stone wall at this time, and the old dragon scales emitted a faint light, illuminating the surroundings as bright as daylight. Mo Zi Chen only saw the true appearance of this place.

  It was like a huge square here, with giant stone walls standing like knives, and the position of the ghost face she had seen before was just above this precipice.

  Here she stood on high ground, looking around in all directions. This stone wall was far from the size she had originally seen. It surrounded her on all sides, a continuous stretch of unbroken rock face. It was like a mural that had been magnified a hundred times. The ghostly face she had seen must have been one of these murals.

  Mo Zi Chen counted and found that there were about thirty or forty pieces of similar size. However, the original paintings had all peeled off and not a single thread could be seen clearly.

  "Could it be due to the violent earthquake at the foot of the mountain just now?"

  Su Huan shook her head, "These stone walls all have the power of divine thoughts from ancient times imprinted on them, deeply embedded in the mountain body, which is why they can last for tens of thousands of years without decaying. It's absolutely impossible that a small earthquake would cause damage. I think it's because the divine thought power on these stone walls has been destroyed."

  Mo Zi Chen didn't listen carefully to what they were saying, she was just observing her surroundings carefully. The more she looked, the more surprised she became. On the stone wall below, there were several deep grooves that formed a pulley system. She had climbed up along one of them earlier. Countless pulleys extended all the way to the depths of the polar abyss, and it was impossible to see where they ended.

  She closed her eyes, and could vaguely imagine. The vast mountains, steep cliffs, standing on the ground, at the highest point of the end, someone used great magic to carve out dozens of murals, becoming a sacred place in people's hearts. Later generations carved down this road, praying that they could climb up and reach the sacred place in their hearts.

  This magnificent building stands tall on earth and gazes proudly at the sky, so why is it sealed beneath the mountain?

  In her mind, a strange scene suddenly appeared. The originally solemn and majestic buildings had countless people kneeling down below with devout expressions, as if they were pilgrims.

  At this moment, the sky was suddenly cut off by a flash of lightning, and endless thunder and fire poured down. A dazzling white light, like a giant blade, cut through the central part of the mountain wall, leaving behind a deep and indelible scar that could not be erased.

  The earth also split open, and water, fire, wind, thunder, and earthquakes came one after another. Countless people fell like ants, dropping down and letting out mournful cries of despair.

  The earth cracked open, like a massive sinkhole, the majestic mountain walls slowly sank into the ground, surrounded by floodwaters and flames, ultimately disappearing without a trace.

  This is the great divine power of cutting through heaven and earth!

  Mo Zi Chen was stunned, as if her mind had been shocked and couldn't recover. Suddenly, someone gently patted her on the back, it was Ren Geng Xin, he whispered: "What's wrong with you?"

  Mo Zi Chen was startled and said, "I seem to be a bit dazed, I don't know what's going on!"

  Su Huan fanned herself and said, "This is not surprising. Even when I came here, I thought there would be illusions appearing. This should be the remnants of the ancient times, the people who set up this place, the leftover divine thoughts and marks that have been circulating for thousands of years, leaving behind a trace. Mo Niang probably has excellent qualifications, so she sensed it more intensely."

  Mo Zi Chen patted his chest and said: "I didn't know how I ended up here, thinking back now, it was a narrow escape from death!"

  She thought that it must have something to do with her jade pendant, otherwise she wouldn't be able to pass through the layers of spiritual veins under the ground and arrive here.

  At this time, Su Huan asked: "You said earlier that you saw a ghost face here, but now it's gone. Do you still remember what the ghost face looked like?"

  Mo Zi Chen said: "I vaguely remember, but it seems I can't recall. It's as if it exists in my consciousness, but I just can't describe it." She felt a bit embarrassed, this explanation sounded very strange, even she herself didn't find it convincing.

  But Su Huan and Lian Cheng Jun both nodded: "This is the method of Shen Nian Yin Hen, directly branding it into the sea of consciousness, knowing its meaning but unable to express it in words, falling into writing. Alright, Mo Niang, you try using a brush to draw, whatever you can draw is whatever you can draw."

  At this time, Yu Wei had already handed over the big pen and took out a yellow paper to hand it over. Mo Zi Chen picked up the pen and thought desperately, wanting to write.

  She only felt a mess in her mind, and she desperately tried to think, but suddenly felt a sharp pain in her head. The face that was originally hidden in the fog gradually became clear. Without thinking, she picked up her pen and started drawing. A clear ghostly face appeared on the yellow paper. The strokes were not complicated, but they captured the essence of the face perfectly.

  Su Huan murmured: "This appearance, I seem to have seen it somewhere before, but it was too long ago, and I couldn't remember."

  Mo Zi Chen gazed at the ghostly face, and suddenly had a mysterious feeling, as if this face hadn't disappeared, but had transformed into the spiritual axis of heaven and earth, dispersing into the world, yet lingering around you.

  In the stone room in the middle of the mountain, but tens of miles away from here, the white-browed old man suddenly stood up. His eyebrows were tightly furrowed and his expression was as cold as ice and snow: "How did another outsider get in?"

  The middle-aged man standing at the front bowed and said: "Someone came to worship the mountain earlier, and the disciples have already sent him away."

  An old man with white eyebrows hummed, "A junior disciple, how can he have such magical powers? There must be someone else behind him. Didn't they say that Su Xiaozhi from Qingcheng Mountain and that person surnamed Lian had both arrived? These two might just be the vanguard, perhaps there are others coming from behind." He gritted his teeth and said, "If a few seniors from the Mystic Door come, we will definitely not be able to withstand them, but we don't need too much time, just two or three days!"