Ancient Gods

Mo Yang spent a night in the Xinghuang Tower to regulate his breathing, and his true energy was completely restored.

At noon the next day, under the leadership of Situ Xue, Mo Yang came to a small courtyard at the foot of Qingshan Mountain.

The small courtyard was built by the water, and a river just passed by the small courtyard. The water plants on the bank were lush. At first glance, the small courtyard looked like it had been abandoned for a long time.

Because it looked like no one had taken care of it for several years.

There were also weeds in front of the courtyard gate. Through the half-open courtyard gate, you can see that a thick layer of fallen leaves has accumulated in the courtyard.

There are two ancient trees in the courtyard, one has withered, leaving only dry branches, and the other has sprouted tender green buds under the spring breeze.

Situ Xue sighed and said, "He moved here alone a few years ago, and didn't let anyone get close to him or take care of him..."

"He once said that he just wanted to leave quietly... No need to take care of him, just let the fallen leaves bury him, and just let him go with the wind..."

Situ Xue's voice was a little choked.

Along the way, Situ Xue mentioned many things in the past. His cousin was called Situ Changfeng, who had really helped her a lot and gave her a lot of guidance on the road of cultivation.

Mo Yang looked at the small courtyard in front of him silently and said, "Knowing that his life is not much, he can still be so calm. This state of mind is also rare!"

After a pause, Mo Yang walked towards the small courtyard alone.

Situ Xue did not follow him. When she saw Mo Yang walk to the gate of the small courtyard, she turned around and left.

Arriving at the gate of the small courtyard, Mo Yang stretched out his hand and gently pushed open the gate.

In the small courtyard, a breeze blew, and a rustling sound was heard. The yellow fallen leaves in the yard were swept by the breeze, giving people an indescribable sense of loneliness and desolation.

The mottled wooden gate seemed to completely separate the courtyard from the outside world, like two different worlds.

Mo Yang restrained his breath and walked in gently.

All he saw was a ruin.

On the steps on one side of the courtyard, a figure sat silently. Although his eyes were closed at this time, his face was as gray as the fallen leaves in the yard, and he could not feel any vitality.

"Cough cough..."

The young man seemed to be disturbed by the breeze and started coughing.

As he continued to cough, a few drops of blood splashed out of his mouth and fell on the steps in front of him, which was shocking.

However, he seemed to have noticed that someone had come to the courtyard. He did not open his eyes and whispered: "No need to tell me anything, I want to sit alone quietly for a while..."

Mo Yang did not speak, his eyes swept around the courtyard, and then stepped forward, stepping on the withered yellow leaves and walked towards the young man.

"Boom!"

At this moment, the young man seemed to find something wrong and opened his eyes. Although there was no spirit in his eyes, there was only a blankness, but he exuded an extremely sharp aura.

"Who are you?"

He was still sitting on the steps, but his aura was different.

He stared at Mo Yang, and there was no anger on his face wrapped in deathly gray, but his aura was extremely strong.

Even Mo Yang was a little surprised. The young man could be said to be exhausted and could die at any time, but he didn't expect that he could still burst out with such momentum.

The eighth-level cultivation is only a thin line away from the ninth level. Perhaps in a moment, he can enter the threshold of the ninth level.

Mo Yang paused, looked at the dead tree beside him, raised his hand and gently stroked the trunk, and said to himself: "The life force in this branch has been exhausted, but it may not be really dead!"

The young man frowned slightly, and a trace of doubt flashed across his deathly gray face.

Then a trace of surprise appeared on his face, because the dead tree had undergone a drastic change at this time, and there was a touch of green on the dry trunk.

On its branches, several green leaves grew out at a speed visible to the naked eye, and in the blink of an eye, they turned into several tender green buds.

"Dead trees come back to life..."

The young man murmured, and his body sat up from the steps involuntarily.

His eyes fell on Mo Yang again, staring at Mo Yang, a trace of fluctuation appeared in his empty eyes, and the same words came out of his mouth: "Who are you?"

Mo Yang stopped, put his hands behind his back, seemingly expressionless, but in fact he was very painful in his heart.

Because he had just secretly used a drop of the Fountain of Youth, otherwise with his current cultivation, it would be impossible for the dead tree to sprout branches.

"With your talent, if you survive, you will definitely become a strong man in the future!"

Mo Yang looked at the young man calmly and said such a sentence.

After hearing this, the young man sneered, looked away, and said, "Do you think I can still survive?"

"Why not?"

Mo Yang asked calmly.

The young man did not speak, but just looked at Mo Yang silently.

Although he looked very calm, his aura was still strong and he never restrained it. At this time, he stared at Mo Yang silently. Although he had seen Mo Yang and Situ Xue return together, he knew nothing about Mo Yang after all.

"I can help you!" Mo Yang continued.

"Why?"

"Why again?"

The young man said two sentences in succession.

The meaning of the two sentences couldn't be more obvious. "Why" asked what Mo Yang relied on, and the latter sentence asked why Mo Yang helped him.

"Situ Xue is my senior sister, and the curse power in her body has been resolved!" Mo Yang's words were very concise.

Although the young man did not continue to speak after hearing this, the look in his eyes changed dramatically. His eyes, which were originally empty and lifeless, suddenly showed two glimmers of light, but then they were restrained again.

"You should have seen the thunderbolt in the clear sky before, that was the pill tribulation!"

Before the young man could speak, Mo Yang said this again.

"To tell you the truth, when I saw you for the first time, it was as if I saw myself in the past, in the dark and without any hope!"

While speaking, Mo Yang flipped his palm, took out the white jade bottle prepared in advance from the ring, and then raised his hand to throw it to the young man.

The young man raised his hand to take the white jade bottle in his hand, and was about to speak when he was interrupted by Mo Yang.

"This is the elixir that brings about the pill calamity. Although it cannot resolve your death calamity, it is enough to let you live a few more years!"

"Of course, you can also choose not to refine it and just let it go with the wind. It's also good. After all, death is death!"

"But... people have endless possibilities when they are alive!"

After the words were finished, Mo Yang's figure flashed and disappeared in the small courtyard without saying a word.

"The speed is so fast, Xue'er's junior brother... He is from the Gan Sect..."

The young man's eyes were a little surprised. He didn't catch the trajectory of Mo Yang's departure just now. It was as if a breeze blew by and disappeared in the small courtyard in the blink of an eye.