Although the ancient star gods today are conscious and capable of action.

They looked no different from normal people, but Xu Zimo felt it.

The other party cares that there is no breath of life.

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"I died in the war hundreds of thousands of years ago," Ancient Star God said with a calm smile.

"It's just that I was unwilling to give up, and I woke up under the darkness and decay of the Silent Hill.

I will be reduced to ashes before long."

"You were born in the wrong era," Xu Zimo said.

"No, that era was very exciting," the Ancient God of Stars said with a smile.

He looked down at the chessboard on the stone table, paused, and finally said.

“It feels so good to be able to talk to someone about these things in my heart before I leave.

What kind of treasure do you want? I am familiar with the Nirvana Ridge and may be able to help you."

"The turbid atmosphere of hell," Xu Zimo said word by word.

"How do you know the existence of such a thing?" Ancient Star God was slightly startled.

He looked at Xu Zimo in confusion and said, "Are you from the Zhenwu Holy Sect?

I still know it from the records of the three swords."

"None of this is important," Xu Zimo replied.

"This is not something you should touch," Ancient Star God replied.

"Even the original three swords had no choice but to seal it and use the power of light to slowly eliminate its turbidity."

"How do you know if you haven't tried it," Xu Zimo said with a smile.

"The seal is in the center of Nirvana Ridge," Ancient Star God said after a moment of silence.

"You keep going north, and if you survive, you can get there."

"Wish me good luck," Xu Zimo smiled, stood up and said.

"Good luck," he looked at Xu Zimo's leaving figure.

The Ancient God of Stars lowered his head slightly, pursed his lips slightly, and said these two words silently.
Chapter completed!