Chapter 851
The Ultimate Secret of the World
Yang Fan looked up again at the deep, dark night sky above him, shrouded in the laws of the Netherworld, and let out a long sigh.
The warning from Huanluotian still lingered in his mind. The choice about advancing to demigod and the doubts about the ancient god's cage were like countless threads, intertwined and tangled in his heart, impossible to cut or untangle.
Just as he was about to turn and leave the oasis, a thought suddenly popped into his mind: "Right, about the future direction of cultivation, about the truth of the Ancient God's Cage, should I communicate with the consciousness of the secret realm of the Fallen Abyss?"
As soon as the idea popped into his head, he felt it was a very good idea.
Because the "true form" of the sunken abyss is the incomplete remains of an ancient god.
The consciousness of the secret realm, which is the consciousness derived from the remains of the ancient god, is essentially an existence at the level of the ancient god.
Even if it is not the complete version of the ancient god, its level and foundation are at least equivalent to one-tenth of an ancient god.
Therefore, the consciousness of the secret realm most likely knows the whole truth about the "cage," and seeking advice from it might have unexpected and wonderful effects.
But there is another problem.
Although more than a decade ago, in order to deal with the demigod Saru, he successfully reached a cooperation agreement with the consciousness of the secret realm.
Over the years, however, he has only communicated with the consciousness of the secret realm very few times, at most five times.
It wasn't that Yang Fan was too lazy to communicate with it, or that he disdained to cooperate with it.
On the contrary, he had always been very clear about the value of this "ancient god-level being" and had thought many times about taking the initiative to communicate with him and explore some secrets about the primordial world and the ancient gods.
The problem is that the consciousness of the secret realm is extremely arrogant and hardly pays any attention to him.
Most of the time, even if he takes the initiative to speak, the other party will only remain silent and will not give even the slightest response.
Yang Fan stood there, lost in thought.
He pondered for a while, and then another idea suddenly flashed into his mind. He couldn't help but mutter to himself, "Let's do it this way. It should be able to make it talk."
Without further hesitation, Yang Fan took another step forward.
The moment the foot lifted, the surrounding oasis scenery instantly distorted and blurred, like a torrent swept away by a gale.
Grass, sand, and the evening breeze all transformed into blurry streaks of light and shadow, vanishing in an instant.
A strange scene rapidly appeared in the endless darkness ahead.
This is a boundless Gobi Desert, the ground so flat that it has no undulations whatsoever, exuding an aura of desolation and death.
Scattered across the ground are countless strangely shaped stone sculptures, some resembling ferocious beasts, some human figures, and others like the skeletons of ancient behemoths, twisted and intertwined, exuding a sinister and terrifying aura.
It is the hidden realm of the submerged sand abyss.
These stone sculptures appear lifeless, but whenever darkness falls completely, they break free from the constraints of the rocks and transform into terrifying monsters that prey on people, unleashing a bloody and frenzied killing spree across the Gobi Desert.
Countless members of the civilized world who were drawn into the secret realm were tested in such slaughter; a slight mistake could turn them into monster food.
Over the years, the natural disasters dominated by the Sunken Abyss have never ended; on the contrary, they have become larger and more terrifying.
According to the information he had previously gathered, there are now as many as twenty-six realms that have been anchored by the laws of space by the Fallen Abyss Secret Realm, becoming its "hunting grounds".
Every day, countless people are remotely pulled into the secret realm and forced to undergo extremely cruel survival tests.
Those who fail the test will ultimately perish here, their bodies and souls devoured and assimilated by the power of the secret realm's laws, becoming part of the secret realm itself.
"Oh!"
With a dull thud, Yang Fan's boots landed firmly on the Gobi Desert ground.
Having mastered the powerful laws originating from the secret realm, he immediately sensed a familiar, ancient aura mixed with blood and divinity.
The source of this aura is the remains of a god.
Compared to more than a decade ago, significant changes have taken place in the country.
The most obvious change is in the stone carvings—the density of the stone carvings has increased by about 20% compared to the original, they are larger than before, and there are also many more varieties.
All these changes indicate only one thing—the Fallen Sand Abyss has become even more powerful than before.
Behind all of this is Yang Fan's "contribution" over the years - several demigods he sacrificed over the years were eventually devoured by the secret realm, becoming nourishment for the ancient god's remains and enhancing the secret realm's strength.
This is also the fundamental reason why the consciousness of the secret realm was willing to cooperate with him in the first place and has always tolerated his free entry and exit from the secret realm.
There's no other reason than that self-interest moves people's hearts.
At this moment.
Yang Fan looked up at the dim, yellowish sky of the secret realm and clearly shouted, "Eye! I want to speak with you!"
Each time the consciousness of the secret realm manifests, its form is a super-huge black eyeball with a cold and majestic gaze, hence it is referred to as "the Eye".
The words fell.
Everything around remained silent; the dusky yellow sky remained unchanged, with no clouds moving about.
The stone carvings scattered across the Gobi Desert still retain their original shapes, with only the wind whistling through the cracks in the carvings, like the whispers of ghosts.
Yang Fan's lips twitched, and he cursed inwardly.
He knew perfectly well that, given his ability to sense the secret realm, the other party would know that his "partner" had arrived the moment he stepped into the secret realm.
But at this moment, this guy pretended not to hear anything, clearly not wanting to pay attention to him.
"Hypocritical!" Yang Fan thought to himself. "They're just a skull now, and another ancient god even opened a 'window' in their head, yet they still act all high and mighty like ancient gods."
But then again.
Looking across the entire primordial world, there are probably very few high-level Venerables who dare to so openly criticize the remains of ancient gods. Despite his complaints, Yang Fan did not give up.
He took a deep breath and asked directly, "What exactly is the 'cage' that traps all the ancient gods?
However, the sky remained unchanged.
Yang Fan didn't care and said to himself, "Now that I think about it, I'm afraid the reason you were willing to cooperate with me back then wasn't just because I could sacrifice a demigod for you to nourish your body, right?"
Is it because you see a glimmer of hope in me—that I have hope of not being trapped in that so-called 'cage'?
"At some point in the future, if you had a helper outside the cage, could you escape some deadly crisis?"
Yang Fan believed that the reason why the Holy High Priest of the Meijia Civilization initially believed himself to be the savior of the Meijia Civilization was because of this.
The fundamental reason is that they saw some signs in the long river of time and believed that they had the potential to break free from the "cage".
Before his death, Huan Luotian deliberately sent Xiao Cang to the vicinity of the Canglan civilization and left behind a gift containing a warning. The fundamental reason for this was probably the same.
These extraordinary sages from the primordial world devoted their entire lives to seeking, in essence, a glimmer of hope from the shadow of their "cage."
Yang Fan stood tall and straight, uttering a resounding question that clearly echoed across the sky: "Eye, do you want to break free from this 'cage'?"
He paused, then deliberately emphasized a fact: "You'd better come out and talk to me, because when the catastrophe that ends everything comes, it will be 'you need me,' not 'I need you.'"
This is a blatant threat.
If it were any other venerable one, they wouldn't dare to do such a thing even if they had a hundred lives.
But this sentence completely shattered the deathly silence of the sky, and the consciousness of the secret realm finally reacted.
The originally dim yellow sky suddenly became stormy, with countless dark clouds rapidly converging from all directions, like a surging black tide, instantly covering the entire sky.
The clouds churned, condensed, compressed, and grew larger, eventually transforming into an enormous black eyeball that hovered in the sky.
Yang Fan narrowed his eyes slightly, secretly marveling at the sight.
The diameter of this eyeball is nearly 200 kilometers, much larger than the five times he saw it a few years ago.
next second.
An aged, hoarse, and deep voice did not travel through the air, but entered Yang Fan's mind directly, as if resounding deep within his soul.
The voice carried the weight of countless ages, as if it had weathered billions of years, each word exuding an undeniable authority: "You are not qualified to know about the 'cage' now. Because if you did, you would be captured!"
Faced with the "threat," the consciousness of the secret realm finally spoke up to answer the question.
But his arrogance was hard to conceal.
Yang Fan was first startled, then overjoyed.
To his horror, the terror of the "cage" far exceeded his imagination—merely knowing of its existence was enough to capture it and make him its prisoner.
No wonder the ancient gods were so afraid of him, no wonder Huan Luotian dared not reveal the truth openly, and could only warn him in a veiled way.
To his delight, the reaction of the secret realm's consciousness proved his guess to be correct—the reason the other party was willing to respond to him and cooperate with him in the first place was because they saw hope of breaking free from the cage in him.
Otherwise, given the other party's arrogance, they would not even bother with a venerable being who is not even a demigod.
Yang Fan composed himself and did not immediately press for answers, but waited quietly.
Given the habit of those with a secret realm consciousness, once they've spoken, they'll definitely reveal more secrets.
really.
The next sentence from the consciousness of the secret realm reveals a little-known, earth-shattering secret: "The reason why the supreme and great beings joined forces to create the primordial world was essentially to fight against the 'cage'."
Yang Fan was startled.
There are countless speculations from various civilizations about why the ancient gods created the primordial world.
He never expected that the truth would be like this.
But upon closer examination, this is the most reasonable answer.
The ancient gods were all extremely arrogant and constantly fighting among themselves, making it virtually impossible to get them to join forces.
But if the opponent is a "cage" that all the ancient gods fear, then it's a different story.
Faced with the threat to survival, all struggles and grudges seem insignificant; joining forces to fight back is the only way out.
Yang Fan pressed further, "Since the primordial world was created by the ancient gods to fight against the 'cage,' what was the reason it captured countless civilized worlds?"
The voice of the secret realm's consciousness was extremely indifferent, as if it were telling a story unrelated to itself: "This is for sacrifice. The great beings need all living beings as fuel and civilization as offerings to resist the erosion of the 'cage'."
Yang Fan fell silent.
Although the answer was extremely cruel, it was not beyond his expectations.
Over the years, he had witnessed too many civilizations being destroyed and countless lives being brutally slaughtered. Rivers of blood were not just an adjective but the most direct description, and he had already vaguely guessed what was going on in his mind.
for instance.
The many demon races in the primordial world were most skilled at various blood sacrifice techniques.
Unfortunately, the Venerables under the Shadow Palace are predominantly of demon races.
Is this a coincidence?
of course not!
The primordial world, seemingly the home of countless civilizations, was in reality a giant altar, and the demons were the sacrifices chosen by the ancient gods.
This is the ultimate secret of the primordial world.
Now that the consciousness of the secret realm had personally confirmed this guess, he felt little anger, only a silent sigh. (End of Chapter)