Fortune Teller

The edge of the river of chaos.

The cyan figure sat deep in the formation, meditating on the Tao Heart Technique and deducing the numerology pattern.

The flow rate of one hundred and twenty times did not cause any hindrance to him.

The reason why practitioners cannot comprehend the rules of living beings in the secret realm of time and space is because unstable time and space will have an impact on the true spirit. Those weak changes have little impact on the rules of matter, and there is no problem in comprehending the secret arts.

But for the rules of living beings, the impact is astonishing.

Therefore, practitioners rarely understand the rules of living beings in the secret realm of time and space.

However, Wanliuxuan is different. The space here is extremely stable. Even if the time flow rate is distorted hundreds of times, the space is still incredibly stable, even more stable than the space in Sangyezhou.

Time passes slowly.

After a long time, Gu Xiuyun opened his eyes.

"My guess is correct. Senior Taiyuan's opportunity has indeed made great progress in my Taoist heart."

"In just four thousand years, I have actually mastered a method, and there is no sign of hitting a bottleneck."

Gu Xiuyun was filled with emotion.

Qiankun became a saint, what a heaven-defying opportunity.

For countless years, how many practitioners have been able to take that step and become the legendary immeasurable saint? Most of them stayed at the emperor level, and could not even reach the emperor level, but he personally experienced the scene of becoming a saint.

This opportunity means as much to him as the Qianxin Realm.

After a while, Gu Xiuyun closed his eyes and continued to meditate on the Taoist Heart Technique.

…

not far away.

A towering figure passed by the river, looked around for a few times, and then flew to another river.

The majestic figure did not notice Gu Xiuyun in the formation, and Gu Xiuyun ignored him and allowed the figure to fly away across the sky.

In his opinion, it was a Origin Beast Emperor looking for treasures.

As a medium-level secret realm, Wanliu Xuan contained many opportunities and produced many treasures. There was no grudge between the two sides, so there was no need to fight.

…

at the same time.

Sangyezhou once again set off a monstrous killing.

Starting from the city of the Skull Nightmare Clan, the Great Protector and the Second Protector under the Skull Nightmare Marquis began to massacre living beings on a large scale. In particular, practitioners at the acting level and above were almost all imprisoned by them and refined into demon souls.

There are even many source beasts involved.

The massacres caused the number of creatures in Sangye Continent to decrease sharply.

It was not until nine thousand years later that the two guardians finally came to Jieguang City.

"Brother, Nightmare Corpse and Green Bottle died around this city. Do you think the Emperor of Destiny will still stay here?"

"Probably not. No matter how strong this person is, he would not dare to compete with the Marquis. In my opinion, he has probably escaped from Sangyezhou."

"possible."

The two guardians looked at the scene in Jieguang City, their eyes flashing fiercely.

Jieguang City has been established for thousands of years, and the Emperor Jieguang behind the city is an effective general under Marquis Mutan. But today, this city is about to be wiped out.

"Do it!"

The great protector drank lightly.

The next moment, the majestic divine power swept over the city...

Interception City was just one of the cities destroyed by the two guardians.

In the years that followed, the two guardians ran rampant in Mu Tanhou's territory and destroyed twelve cities before finally stopping the killing.

The demon souls in their hands have also accumulated to an astonishing amount.

However, the changes in Sangye Continent did not attract the attention of other continents. The withdrawal of a large number of human cultivators put the entire Heaven of Saints into turmoil. The Origin Beast Emperors of many continents were taking the opportunity to seize cities and plunder resources. The Skull Nightmare Clan is just one of them.

Who would have thought that they were just collecting demon souls in the name of grabbing territory.

Tens of thousands of years later.

Above the ruins of a broken city.

The Great Protector and the Second Protector stood in the sky, their bodies filled with black energy, and the bottle-shaped spiritual treasures in their hands were filled with hundreds of millions of demon souls.

All of these demonic souls are above the Qiankun realm.

Billions of universe-level creatures would be unimaginable if they were in the Chaotic Void, but in the Heaven of Saint Transformation, this is not unbelievable. Except for the difficulty of accumulating divine power, everything else is far beyond the realm of Saint Transformation. Mixed source void.

Especially in terms of practice.

The ubiquitous chaotic airflow fills the entire Holy Heaven with powerful oppression. Living here, you have to bear the impact of the chaotic airflow all the time. This impact is not only on the physical body, but also on the divine power, divine soul, and mental will. They are all under great pressure. As time goes by, how can the will to cultivate not improve?

Therefore, the creatures of the Holy Heaven—

As long as one is not killed and has a sufficient supply of spiritual power, one can cross the barrier and reach the Nine Difficulties state in a very short time.

As time goes by, there will naturally be more Supreme Beings.

"Brother, 140 million demon souls should be enough to deal with the monsters in Anling, right?"

"It's almost the same. It's just that the time is a bit rushed. These demon souls are of mixed quality, and not even 10% of them have reached the magic level. I'm afraid the effect won't be very good."

"It's all my fault that those two idiots, Nightmare Corpse and Green Bottle, were so desperate that they even lost the magic bottle in their hands. The nine main souls in the magic bottle were treasures that the Marquis had sacrificed and refined for countless years. Without them, , dealing with An Ling will definitely be much more troublesome."

The two guardians had gloomy faces.

Anling, as the most mysterious place in Sangye Continent, has countless legends.

But for tens of thousands of years, the place has been controlled by the peak emperor of the human race. No matter how many methods the Skull Nightmare clan has, they dare not get even close, so they have accumulated a large number of demon souls in their hands. Those demon souls have been refined by the Skull Nightmare Marquis. Only when a special soul is made can it be preserved forever.

The magic bottle in the hands of the Green Bottle Emperor is one of the objects that stores souls.

The loss of the magic bottle meant that a quarter of the countless years of preparations of the Skeleton Nightmare clan were lost. How could they not be angry?

"Let's go. The Marquis has already explored the outside of the Dark Tomb. It's time to go into the inner tomb and take a look."

"good."

The two guardians looked at each other, excitement flashing in their eyes.

The legendary Dark Tomb only appears once every thousands of years. It can be said to be the best opportunity to transform into a saint. Now, it is finally the turn of the Skull Nightmare clan to take a chance.

…

A few years later.

A fierce light surged from the core of the Wanliuxuan.

A vast and ancient land ruin appeared in the center of countless rivers. At the same time, dozens of mountain figures, led by black skeletons, rushed into the depths of the land ruins.

But Gu Xiuyun, who was far away in the outer area of ​​​​Wan Liuxuan, did not notice it at all.

He is still quietly meditating on the Tao Heart Technique, and occasionally devotes some energy to deducing the numerology pattern.

The sanctification scene of the Supreme Saint of Taiyuan had a great impact on him, and it also caused a qualitative transformation in his Taoist heart and understanding of destiny. In just a few million years, his Taoist heart entered a higher level.

Of course, these millions of years refer to the time surrounding the Chaos River.

At a flow rate of one hundred and twenty times, the normal time and space of the Holy Sky has only passed for 60,000 years.