413: 245 Six Hollows 413: 245 Six Hollows “Is there magma underground below the canyon?”
Fang Zhixing slightly raised his eyebrows as he asked.
Elder Xiong replied, “Deep within the canyon, it connects straight to the subterranean layers where magma flows; hence, the climate within the canyon is warm, like spring all year round.”
Fang Zhixing understood and dove down, controlling the mutant beast locust, landing at the entrance of the canyon.
Four people jumped off.
Fang Zhixing waved at the mutant beast locust and sighed lightly, “You’ve had a tough journey, you can go now.”
The mutant beast locust hesitated for a moment, slowly turned around, and flew away with flapping wings.
It probably had less than half a day of life left.
Fang Zhixing let it live and die naturally.
“Hero, this way please.”
Elder Cui nodded and bowed, leading the way ahead.
Fang Zhixing saw no reason not to follow.
The group of four passed through the mountain gate and entered the canyon via a winding path.
The scenery inside the canyon was starkly different from the outside, resembling a tropical rainforest, stuffy and hot.
Towering trees stretched into the clouds, lush green leaves vibrant with life, and vast canopies resembled a green curtain in the sky.
There were also various exotic flowers and plants, countless species of insects and birds, everywhere filled with the chirping of birds and fragrance of flowers, forming a colorful pristine jungle world.
Fang Zhixing was immersed in it, smelling the fragrant vegetation filling the air.
As the four progressed, Fang Zhixing suddenly heard the sound of running water.
A small river quickly came into view.
Wisps of white steam rose from the surface of the water, spreading to both banks, misty and ethereal, resembling a fairyland.
Continuing forward, they reached the upstream of the river.
Fang Zhixing looked up and saw several hot springs dotted on the ground.
The hot springs steamed vigorously, bubbling softly.
A few beautiful white deer stood by the springs, dipping their heads to drink water, occasionally emitting a few calls, giving a sense of ease and leisure.
Suddenly, a group of monkeys leaped from the forest, splashing into the water.
The white deer, startled, turned and ran up a slope.
On the slope, there was a wide set of stone steps leading from the foot to the top of the mountain.
Fang Zhixing raised his eyes and soon saw the corner of a flying eave peeking out from the top of the slope.
“Hero, we’ve arrived!”
Elder Cui pointed to the top of the slope, quickening his pace.
Fang Zhixing wasn’t in a hurry, first observing his surroundings before climbing the steps.
Reaching the top of the slope.
Suddenly, a vast and deep palace courtyard towered in front of Fang Zhixing.
The plaque hanging above the gate bore three big characters: Six Void Palace!
Fang Zhixing raised an eyebrow in surprise and asked, “Isn’t it the Six Void Sect?”
Elder Cui hurriedly explained, “Hero may not know, our founding Patriarch of the Six Void Sect was a wealthy young master.
It is said that he once encountered a remarkable individual from whom he received secret teachings and learned peerless Martial Arts.
To repay that individual, the Patriarch spent a great fortune to build this lavish palace within the Blazing Flame Canyon for him to reside in seclusion.
Later, after that remarkable individual left, our Patriarch moved in, founded the sect, and began to widely accept disciples, which led to the establishment of today’s Six Void Sect.”
Fang Zhixing understood and couldn’t help but ask, “When did our Patriarch found the sect?”
“Well…”
Elder Cui hesitated, then seriously replied, “The Book Collection Tower of the Six Void Palace was once destroyed by a fire, causing many scriptures and records to burn, including those concerning our Patriarch.
It is estimated that the Six Void Palace was built during Emperor Jiayuan’s era, at least six hundred years ago.”
“Six hundred years…”
Fang Zhixing took a deep breath.
Tian Yin once claimed he was a thousand-year-old monster, and it seems that wasn’t an exaggeration.
The lifespans of the Heavenly People are indeed very long.
They even transcend all rules, long viewing immortality, overlooking the world.
As they spoke, the group entered the Six Void Palace.
Looking around, the grand palace was filled with layer upon layer of buildings, intricately arranged with corridors and winding paths leading into secluded areas.
Painted beams and carved rafters, pavilions over water, every brick and tile was exquisitely beautiful, radiating an extraordinary presence.
Fang Zhixing looked down and realized that the pathway was paved with Han white jade stones, smooth like a mirror, reflecting the blue sky and white clouds.
Shaded by green trees on either side, various exotic flowers and rare stones were displayed, eye-catching and pleasing to behold.
Soon, they turned into a long corridor.
The carvings in the corridor were finely detailed, lifelike, covering a variety of mutant beasts that exist in reality, as well as legendary divine and ferocious beasts, in abundance.
The four reached the end of the corridor and passed through an arched door.
Fang Zhixing looked up and saw an elegant pavilion appear before him.
Both the stone pillars under the eaves and the carvings showed signs of weathering, emanating an old and mystical aura everywhere.
A rectangular plaque hung overhead, with three powerful characters vigorously written on it: Ink Stop Pavilion.
Elders Xiong and Cui and the young man in white hurried into the pavilion first.
Fang Zhixing paused his steps, patiently waiting.
After a while, the young man in white returned, gesturing respectfully with an inviting hand, and loudly said, “Hero, the Sect Master invites you.”
Fang Zhixing stepped into the pavilion, and an expansive, empty hall appeared before his eyes, somewhat resembling the Great Hall of a Buddhist monastery.
At the far end of the hall stood a towering divine statue, with many candles placed below, all lit and burning briskly.
Seeing this, Fang Zhixing felt the scene looked vaguely familiar.
He thought carefully and suddenly shivered.
“Red Pine Manor!”
Fang Zhixing had once gone to Red Pine Manor and slaughtered all the people inside.
That manor also had a similar hall, enshrining a mysterious stone statue.
Fang Zhixing’s emotions fluctuated as he carefully examined the statue; it was over six meters tall, shaped like a beautiful woman.