Chapter 228

On top of the high platform sat a golden stone desk.

On the stone desk was a golden jade box.

What is it this time?

Zhang Xingyu hesitated for a long time, but curiosity finally gained the upper hand.

He stepped forward and gently opened the jade box.

Inside the jade box lay a palm-sized golden mirror.

Zhang Xingyu took the golden mirror and gently unfolded it.

In an instant, golden characters appeared before his eyes.

"Wudi, my dearest younger brother. When you see this golden mirror, I may already be dead. The Demon Race and the Human Race have gathered a great army and are crazily attacking the Moon Sword God City. This time, they have gathered many experts, and our situation is precarious. However, even if I bleed my last drop of divine blood, even if I burn my divine soul, I will block them outside the Sword Tomb..."

"Wudi, when you open this golden mirror, you must have already cultivated the Divine Sword Body. Congratulations, Wudi, you are one step closer to realizing your original dream..."

"Wudi, I hope you can forgive your brother. I know your feelings for A-Yue, and I also know this is the reason you haven't seen me all these years. However, the enemy's identity is truly special. It's not that I don't want to take revenge, but I am afraid that my personal vendetta will trigger a war between the God Realm and the Immortal Realm..."

"Wudi, I have sealed the Sword Map inside the stone doll you carved for A-Yue. For safety, I hid the stone doll in the place where we grew up together..."

So, this golden mirror was a suicide note left for Jian Wudi by his brother, Jian Wushang, before he went to war.

From the information reflected in the golden mirror, these two brothers were at odds because of a woman named A-Yue.

The golden mirror also mentioned a Sword Map, which was hidden by Jian Wushang in a secret place.

After reading the golden mirror, Zhang Xingyu put it away casually.

This Jian Wushang was already dead, and Jian Wudi had also been blasted to pieces by the Tribulation Heavenly Thunder. Trying to find that so-called Sword Map was no different from looking for a needle in a haystack.

If it's meant to be, it will be; if not, don't force it.

Although he was very interested in this damn Sword Map, Zhang Xingyu didn't want to spend too much effort looking for it.

After putting away the golden mirror, Zhang Xingyu also put the jade box and the stone desk into his storage ring.

After putting away the stone desk, a hexagram pattern was revealed underneath.

A teleportation array?

It was actually a small teleportation array.

After hesitating for a moment, Zhang Xingyu stood in the center of the teleportation array.

The teleportation array didn't move.

What the hell?

Zhang Xingyu thought for a moment and took out a handful of high-grade spirit stones from his storage ring.

However, his hand stopped in mid-air.

This small teleportation array actually had no place to put spirit stones.

What kind of damn teleportation array is this?

After pondering for a long time, he couldn't figure it out.

Zhang Xingyu sank his consciousness into the Divine Court.

"System, system, calling system!"

"Ding-dong, host, you are shouting again. Don't you know that this system is resting?"

"System, help me see why this teleportation array cannot use spirit stones?"

"Ding-dong, system is identifying... This is a micro teleportation divine array. Identification complete, this identification consumed ten points of God Yuan Value."

"Micro teleportation divine array? How do I use it?"

"Ding-dong, if you want to activate the divine array, you only need to input God Yuan into the array eye. Each activation of a micro teleportation divine array consumes 10,000 points of God Yuan Value, a small teleportation divine array consumes 100,000 points, a medium teleportation divine array consumes 1,000,000 points, a large teleportation divine array consumes 10,000,000 points, and a super-large teleportation divine array consumes 100,000,000 points."

Consuming 10,000 points of God Yuan Value each time, the cost of using this divine array was really not small.

Fortunately, Zhang Xingyu had just struck it rich, and the divine liquid in his Divine Sea was abundant.

For him, 10,000 points of God Yuan was just a drizzle.

A white light flashed, and Zhang Xingyu disappeared from the high platform.

Xima Holy Mountain, Gelang God Peak.

Gelang God Peak was tall and majestic, covered in white snow, looking from afar like a white-robed giant standing among the peaks.

This was the northern foothills of Xima Holy Mountain, and also the focal area of the northern battlefield of the Immortal-Demon War.

This morning, a volunteer immortal army squad was patrolling along the ridge below the peak.

Gelio was the captain of this squad.

As a veteran, he had eyes as sharp as an eagle's.

He walked at the front of the team, his eyes sweeping across the snow line of the ridge ahead, and finally stopped at the summit of the majestic and tall God Peak.

On the summit of Gelang Peak, the Spiritual Aura was thin, and the wind was howling, blowing the accumulated snow, splashing and dancing, filling the sky.

However, at this moment, a golden light cut through the sky and shone on the snow-covered summit.

In the golden light, a thin figure spiraled and fell onto the summit.

"Boom!"

With a loud noise, snowflakes splashed everywhere.

Immediately following, the accumulated snow on the summit began to collapse.

"Not good! Avalanche!"

Gelio shouted, calling the soldiers to take cover quickly.

After a flurry of activity, everyone finally hid in a safe place.

Gelio did a simple headcount, and only then did he let out a long breath.

Heaven bless, everyone is here.

His mind relaxed, but his heart began to beat wildly against his will.

Life and death were only a thin line apart.

He never expected that such a terrifying avalanche would occur on this snow peak that they patrolled every day.

And that golden light.

And that figure.

Where did the golden light come from?

And who could that person who fell on the summit be?

Gelang summit.

A large pit had been smashed into the thick snow layer.

A man was curled up at the bottom of the pit, motionless.

The howling wind, carrying snowflakes, quickly buried him.

Before long, a thick layer of white snow had covered the man's body.

This man was Zhang Xingyu, who had teleported from the Sword Tomb.

After a long-distance teleportation, Zhang Xingyu felt dizzy and weak in his limbs.

He lay on the ground, not wanting to move.

He really wanted to have a sleep.

He said to himself.

Thus, he fell asleep.

I don't know how much time passed, but Zhang Xingyu woke up slowly.

Familiar human speech came to his ears.

"Gelio, come and see, there seems to be someone here!"

"This person is frozen into an icicle, he wouldn't be dead already, would he?"

"This person looks like a cultivator at a glance. Cultivators have Spiritual Aura to protect their bodies, how could they die so easily?"

"Stop arguing, hurry up and get him out. If he stays frozen like this, even a cultivator will freeze to death."

Before long, Zhang Xingyu felt himself being dragged out of the snow pit.

Immediately following, someone poured a mouthful of strong liquor into his mouth.

The strong liquor flowed down his throat and into his stomach.

His body warmed up quite a bit all of a sudden.

Zhang Xingyu thought for a moment and channeled all his Spiritual Power.

Where the Spiritual Power passed, the ice and snow turned into clouds of mist.

Zhang Xingyu opened his eyes, and what came into view was a face frozen red.

This was a young man with big eyes, thick black eyebrows, and a few stubbles of beard on his chin.

"You're awake?" the young man asked.

Zhang Xingyu nodded and sat up gently.

"Where is this? Which unit are you from?"