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Chang Xi smiled as she looked at the stairs leading to the last floor: "The World Flower, as one of the spiritual roots of heaven and earth, can only be placed on the seventh floor."

"So what exactly did the King of Burial Gods place on the eighth floor of the Origin Pavilion?"

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Chapter 0970

After mastering the basics of the Creation Mystic Art, the twin Moon Goddess sisters' injuries did not continue to worsen.

However, their skills are too shallow, and they will need to make long-term efforts to dispel the chaotic energy.

Their magical power plummeted to the edge of the True One Realm.

If you learn it any later, you might even fall from grace!

"However, the more their cultivation level drops, the faster they can understand other Great Daos..."

Feng Xia was invigorated and looked towards the steps of the eighth floor of the Origin Pavilion.

The treasures on the first seven floors alone are already earth-shattering.

The World Flower on the seventh level, in particular, is a spiritual root of heaven and earth with the power to create the world. Logically speaking, even the King of Burial Gods is not qualified to possess it.

"Either the King of Burial Gods stole the treasures, or these treasures did not belong to him. The dignified Lord of the Burial Grounds is actually just a warehouse manager."

Feng Xia instinctively felt that the latter possibility was more likely.

As the lord of the burial ground, the Burial God King may be guarding the treasures in the Origin Pavilion for the Heavenly Pattern Divine Kingdom.

Unfortunately, even the most loyal of them all, like the King of Burial, were ultimately purged!

"The seventh level already contains a spiritual root of heaven and earth, so what will the eighth level contain? Could it be two spiritual roots of heaven and earth?"

Everyone became extremely vigilant and descended the steps one by one. The surging chaotic sea receded into the distance, and bright light shone down, illuminating the stunned faces of the group.

"This...this is the eighth floor of the Origin Pavilion?"

Yu Hui stood there dumbfounded, stammering, "This isn't what I expected..."

The first seven floors of the Origin Pavilion are more spacious than the last, with the seventh floor even containing a chaotic sea, where the World Flower, a spiritual root of heaven and earth, takes root!

Logically speaking, they shouldn't be surprised no matter how astonishing the eighth floor is.

Rather...

The eighth floor is really too ordinary!

The entire eighth floor was like an ordinary pavilion, bright and clean, with a desk on it, along with writing brush, ink, paper and inkstone.

Not far away, there was an easel with a painting on it.

There was nothing else besides that.

No matter how you look at it, it looks like an ordinary study room, with nothing special about it!

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Suddenly, the chair behind the desk, which had been facing away from everyone, turned around without warning.

A figure propped his head up with one hand and looked over at them.

"Someone!!"

"Watch out! There's someone on the eighth floor of the Origin Pavilion!!"

Everyone, including Feng Xia, felt a chill run down their spines. Sensing the aura, they involuntarily unleashed their cultivation, able to unleash their full power in an instant.

They never expected that there were other people on the eighth floor, and they hadn't noticed it at all before!

"Who is that person... could he be the Lord of the Burial Grounds?"

Lu Tiancheng's voice was hoarse, and it took him a great deal of effort to squeeze out a single sentence.

Although Feng Xia said that the Burial God King was dead, who knows if this ancient God King left any tricks up his sleeve in the Origin Pavilion?

It's quite incredible that they survived the first seven floors unscathed.

Now, the final eighth floor might hold a terrifying trap!

"Not the King of Burial Gods."

Feng Xia spoke up immediately: "And he's already dead."

Chang Xi and Chang Yi stared for a moment, then shook their heads as well: "We have seen the King of Burial Gods in ancient books, but this person is not the King of Burial Gods."

"In any case, we have forced our way in, so it's good that we are not the owners of this place."

At the same time, everyone felt increasingly puzzled.

This was a rather young man with a fair complexion, wearing a jade crown, possessing an outstanding demeanor and a natural air of superiority.

Why would someone like that die in the deepest part of the Origin Pavilion?

"Could this place be..." Lu Tiancheng's eyes darted around, scanning the surroundings as if searching for something.

But at that moment, Feng Xia suddenly spoke up: "He is the Nether Emperor."

"Emperor You? Thank goodness, at least it's not the King of the Burial Gods..."

Chang Xi patted her chest with a grin, but her expression finally changed halfway through her sentence: "Wait, Xia Lang, who did you say he is?!"

"A primordial demon god born from death and demonic nature"

Feng Xia remained calm and said, word by word, "The ruler of Youdu, the master of reincarnation, the You Emperor."

As soon as the words were spoken, the pavilion fell into a deathly silence.

Emperor You?

That was such a lofty and unapproachable being, yet now it has died here silently!

"Why did the Nether Emperor perish here?"

Chang Xi clenched her fists.

Even with her playful nature, she couldn't help but feel fear at this moment, facing the remains of Emperor You.

Although Feng Xia had said that Emperor You was dead, the impact of Feng Xia's words was far less than witnessing it with his own eyes now!

The remains of Emperor You are right in front of them.

No breath at all.

"The same way that the King of Burial Gods died is how Emperor You died."

Feng Xia narrowed his eyes, sensing something, and suddenly looked towards the other side of the pavilion.

Only then did everyone notice that behind the easel, there was another figure sitting cross-legged silently.

"Who is it this time?!"

Feng Xia walked over cautiously.

This was a man with two horns on his head, wearing a blue battle armor, his muscles bulging, and even though he had been dead for countless years, his body was still full of explosive power.

His face was imposing, and compared to the Emperor You not far away, he exuded a terrifying sense of oppression.

"Who...who is he?"

With just one glance, everyone's teeth chattered involuntarily, as if they had been locked onto by a primordial demon!

The great demon's gaze was filled with indifference and domineering.

"This is……"

Although he had never seen this face before, Feng Xia narrowed his eyes and slowly uttered a few words: "Supreme Demon Dragon Emperor!"

Everyone looked horrified, their hair stood on end, and they felt a strange chill.

Whether it is the Nether Emperor or the Supreme Demon Dragon Emperor, they are both beings who stand at the pinnacle of all heavens.

Long ago, they were among the strongest beings under this starry sky!

Most living beings would never reach that height in their entire lives.

"What exactly did we see along the way?"

Chang Xi's eyes were lifeless as she shook her head vigorously: "Why are they all dead?"

The First Emperor is dead, the King of Burial Gods is dead, the Nether Emperor is dead, and the Supreme Demon Dragon Emperor is dead!

This seemed like a curse, a curse more terrifying than the innate divine shackles.

All the strongest figures of that era were burdened with this strange curse, and even those who stood at the pinnacle could not escape it.

Even the Black Emperor, in his best condition, is now insane and his former power is nowhere near what it once was.

"From what I understand, Emperor You encountered a terrible battle before his demise, yet his remains are remarkably intact..."

Feng Xia stroked his chin, carefully examining the remains of Emperor You.

Suddenly, as if he had thought of something, his gaze turned sharply to the painting on the easel.

"Whether it's the Nether Emperor or the Demon Dragon Emperor, they're all staring at this painting!"

Feng Xia's gaze swept over, and he was immediately shaken: