Chapter 42

For a hundred years in the world, for mortals, it has been a life of birth, old age, sickness and death, a stable and peaceful life.

But for practitioners, it is just a passing moment, fleeting.

Feixianxing, in the ancient cave of Tianzun.

The figure sitting in the fairyland, with his brows fluttering, and a pair of mysterious and simple eyes slowly opening, it was Zhou Luo.

After realizing that a hundred years had passed unknowingly, Zhou Luo was in a trance for a while, and then sighed.

Although the past has never been forgotten, but now it is indeed high in the clouds, overlooking the tumbling world of mortals without being moved.

Throwing away the feeling of disappointment, Zhou Luo looked outside the fairy source—in the chaotic small world, three dark ancient wells loomed.

After rebuilding the Six Paths of Reincarnation Formation, Zhou Luo ordered Ziwei Emperor Shenhua to remain in Gouchen and not to leave unless necessary, and then returned to Feixianxing.

Of course, those who came back with him were temporarily suppressed in the Golden Bridge on the other side, the three ancient wells sealed with the Holy Spirit of Dzogchen.

Enlightenment for a hundred years is not only to comprehend the pattern left by Lingbao Tianzun, but also to test the holy spirit sealed in it.

Now, he finally has full confidence that today, he will open the seal of an ancient well.

Zhou Luo himself sat in the fairy source, beckoning, an ancient well flew out from the golden bridge on the other side, and landed steadily in front of him.

The pitch-black demonic energy lingers, which is slightly weaker than the other two wells. Zhou Luo suspects that the holy spirit sealed in it may be on the verge of transformation, which is why he chose this ancient well.

Zhou Luo raised his hands, and drew mysterious traces in the void, the group of characters moved in secret, and countless divine lines appeared around Gujing's body.

It was engraved by Lingbao Tianzun himself, and it came from the same source.

The Supreme Divine Mind surged, and there was no suspense in attacking the existence of the same level. Besides, Zhou Luo's comprehension of Lingbao Tianzun's array pattern was not shallow.

As one after another divine marks faded away, the Xeon's aura spread, almost breaking apart the fairy cave.

However, this place has been arranged by Dao Fa Tianzun for many years, and the complete ancient formation of Tianzun does not know how many seats, instantly eliminating this fluctuation into nothing.

Similar to the power of Yuanshen Huadao, although it is strong, it is difficult to last.

really.

Zhou Luo showed a clear look.

While proud of his divination ability, Zhou Luo was also worried whether there would be any good things left behind.

Light and rain flew down, accompanied by holy petals and light feathers falling, crystal clear, dreamy and blurred, and the dark ancient well disintegrated immediately.

The good fortune of a Zhongtiandi, the Holy Spirit, who was born for millions of years, just disappeared.

Zhou Luo didn't care about the life and death of the holy spirit, he opened his mouth and spit out a stream of innate essence, blowing away the light rain.

The mist dissipated, and a transparent and flawless Dao Bead hung in the air.

Its material is neither gold nor jade, and on it there is a young Taoist priest sitting cross-legged to enlighten the Tao, and the lines are as if made by nature.

Zhou Luo looked at the Dao Bead in surprise.

Does this thing look familiar?

With a thought, Zhou Luo raised his hand and took out something from the void. It was the Dao Bead obtained from the Lingbao Immortal Platform in the underground of the Ancient Star of Heavenly Soldiers.

When the two met, the Taoist patterns on it flickered and echoed each other, and there was a buzzing sound, but it calmed down in a blink of an eye.

Could it be that there is something missing?
Seeing that there was no response no matter how much he fiddled with, Zhou Luo had no choice but to give up. He had a premonition that these two Dao beads would come in handy.

He couldn't wait to taste the legendary Four Swords of Zhu Xian.

Just as he was dreaming of the sweet dream of having the fairy treasure in his hand, a desolate and majestic trumpet sounded.

"Ugh-"

Not only Zhou Luo, not only Feixian, but the entire universe heard the sound of the horn.

Like a vast ocean, it swept up, tore apart the sky, and spread to heaven and earth.

In the forbidden places of various ancient inheritances, the decayed figure opened his eyes and tremblingly said:
"It's... Emperor Zun! Heaven... Is there going to be a war again?"

Anxiety spread from the major ancient religions, and some new students humbly asked:

"Dare to ask the ancestor, did Emperor Zun ever blow the horn?"

The patriarch Zhundi closed his eyes and listened to the sound of the horn. After a long silence, he sighed slowly, his tone full of awe and horror:
"The last time I listened to the war horn was when Emperor Zun attacked Kunlun Xianshan... It is said that he also harvested the horn of the ancient Zun and sacrificed it."

"what!?"

The news that the Heavenly Court might send troops again spread, the universe was in an uproar, and the ten thousand realms were in an uproar.

Especially those big forces that have confronted Tianting openly and secretly in recent years, they are all trembling, for fear that when they open their eyes, the cavalry of Heavenly Court will appear in the outer domain of their ancient star.

However, soon the gods of the heavenly court came forward to appease them, saying that the heavenly court did not intend to send troops, but only the emperor calling his old friends with a horn.

So it wasn't about sending troops.

While many great teachers breathed a sigh of relief, their hearts were shocked.

What kind of existence does it need to be greeted by Emperor Zun?
Just when everyone was speculating.

Ziwei Ancient Star, above the East China Sea.

Law and the divine chain of order are intertwined, and the avenue of heaven and earth seems to be felt. Countless divine thunders sounded, the sky cracked, chaotic energy surged, and a green-gold chariot slowly drove out.

At the same time, in the small country on earth, the Tianzun tablets enshrined in countless Taoist temples were instantly reduced to powder.

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