Great Dao Ji

The sound waves exploded in front of Dashi Mountain.

In the Dashi Mountain formation, everyone was shocked and looked up, only to see four people fighting in the sea of ​​blood, and the battle was unprecedentedly fierce.

"You go and tell King Yuanyang!"

As the formation hummed, two figures, one tall and one short, stepped into the air and rushed into the sea of ​​blood with the king's magic treasure.

Not only the two people, but many masters who came to watch the battle this time saw Yuan Duxiu, who was holding three king's magic treasures and wearing the king's robes, fall into a disadvantage.

They also changed their color and took action one after another.

In fact, when the formation covered Dashi Mountain, someone had already arrived in front of the Tongtian Tower.

"Senior, outside"

The true disciple just said a word and was interrupted by Ying San.

"I'm not blind."

Ying San raised his eyelids and looked at the disciple with slightly cloudy eyes: "I can see it."

"Uh"

The disciple was extremely anxious, and when he heard this answer, he was at a loss and didn't know what to say.

"Okay, you retreat and keep the formation from being eroded. Although this formation is powerful, it won't cause much harm in a short time."

Ying San waved his hand, and the disciple involuntarily withdrew from this smoky space.

"What does King Yuanyang want to do?"

Ying San muttered to himself, but he had disappeared in front of the tower gate.

The next moment, he had arrived at the Tongtian Tower.

This is a dark space, like the night, as deep as the starry sky, and from here, you can see a series of dark yellow steps rising to the sky.

That is a step, but it is not just a step.

In the dark yellow hazy divine light, there are mountains and rivers, birds and beasts, clouds and fog, and people.

It's like a cave, but it's much bigger than a cave.

It was as if someone had used supreme magic power to intercept pieces of heaven and earth and placed them in it.

Ying San stopped in the void and stared away. He could faintly see the flickering light on the first step before the tower gate.

His eyes moved and he shook his head slightly:

"These little guys have talent, but unfortunately they are a little short of maturity. If they don't join forces, I'm afraid they won't be able to pass the test of Little Ming King."

He saw it clearly.

The many geniuses on the first step naturally understood this truth.

But Feng Xinglie tied with Little Ming King in front of them, so how could they join forces?

Isn't this acknowledging that they are not as good as Feng Xinglie?

For many geniuses who aspire to the Tao, this is more difficult to accept than being beaten by Little Ming King and fleeing in embarrassment.

"The Hegemony Imperial Court was almost created by Little Ming Wang. Such a person is rare in ancient and modern times. Although these younger generations are extremely talented, they are not mature enough to fight Little Ming Wang!"

The dragon roared loudly:

"Some of the strong men in ancient and modern times are stronger than all things, and some are stronger than the cave heaven. Little Ming Wang has cultivated the way of the ten cave heavens to the peak. Even when he was awarded the title of marquis, he was almost invincible at the same level."

A pair of eyes lit up in the void, and Ao Guang's dragon body lay in the void, like mountains.

Ying San nodded first, but then sighed: "Now I know that my human race is so powerful."

"Hmm?"

Ao Guang was puzzled as hot gunpowder spewed out of his nostrils.

Ying San laughed again: "There are some feelings between non-human races after all. Even if they are not of the same race, they have tendencies."

"Old ghost Ying!"

Ao Guang's eyes were full of fire, and his breath rose and fell: "Little Ming Wang is your human race's supreme inheritance disciple, can he not be called strong?"

"What I said, which word says that Little Ming Wang is not strong?"

Ying San ignored the dragon's might, took a step forward, and disappeared into the void:

"It is difficult to distinguish between heroes in ancient and modern times. It is meaningless to praise or belittle anyone. Little Ming Wang is indeed powerful, and he has cultivated to Tongtian in the cave, but Guanglong Supreme is at the peak of the ninth realm, and Little Ming Wang has only cultivated to one realm. In today's world, the younger generation who dominates the imperial court.

But the peak of all realms, if they are at the same level, Little Ming Wang..."

The voice floated.

Ying San disappeared, and Ao Guang's breath calmed down. He glanced at the people in the 'first level' who were chased by Little Ming Wang and had no way to go up to the sky or down to the earth.

‘Hey’ he laughed: “Hit harder!”

There are thirty-six steps in the Tower of Babel.

Ying San stepped over, but could not move or shuttle, so he could only walk through them one by one, and witnessed the scenes on the steps.

He had followed An Qisheng for a thousand years and witnessed the creation of the Tower of Babel with his own eyes. He was deeply shocked, but he still didn’t know how it was done.

Even if he knew what was going on.

This thirty-six-story Tower of Babel not only represents the thirty-six layers of heaven that have not been perfected, but also contains the thirty-six ‘dreams’ that King Yuanyang had ‘intercepted from his dream’ when he was ‘dreaming for eternity’.

The Overlord Xiao Ming King, the Phoenix Clan Yan Changge, the Dragon Clan Great Heavenly King, the Ancient Kings, the Ancient Hundred Families

Watching the powerful people who had left traces in the years challenge the world’s Tianjiao to a battle, this feeling was too wonderful.

Like a dream.

While Ying San was feeling sentimental, he also had a deeper awe for King Yuanyang.

Is this kind of power really something that only Tongtian Realm can possess?

Ying San, who had personally experienced it, knew very well that it was definitely not an illusion drawn out of thin air, but more like a projection cast from the long river of time.

Whoosh~

Ripples in the void spread.

Ying San quickly stepped over the thirty-six steps, and his vision suddenly widened, and light followed.

Above the steps, there were endless mountains.

Among them, thousands of mountains competed for beauty, thousands of beasts ran, trees and grass formed shades, and clear waters gurgled. The scenery was extremely beautiful.

Ying San looked around and saw An Qisheng's back lying in front of a stone under a divine waterfall, as well as the dark-haired, unusually strong 'Moon-whispering Wolf'.

In front of him, there is a stone tablet floating in the air, and the extremely abstract and difficult-to-grasp picture scroll can be faintly seen, as well as the blurred and missing handwriting.

"King Yuanyang."

Taking a step forward and coming closer, Ying San slightly cupped his hands: "Have you ever seen what is happening in the outside world?"

A person with high moral standards is a teacher. Although he is older, Ying San is very respectful and does not even hide his awe.

This is not only because he helps himself to "live out the second life", but also because his Tao is high and respecting the forerunners of the Tao is naturally normal for practitioners.

"I saw it."

An Qisheng slowly opened his eyes, and the clear water came into view, which was not as deep as his eyes: "The blood formation is not bad at all."

"What about you?"

Ying San is a little strange. He knows the temperament of King Yuanyang very well. He is definitely not the kind of master who deliberately does not take any action to 'sharpen' his juniors.

"The person I am waiting for has not yet come."

An Qisheng sat up slowly, the light in his eyes slowly disappeared, as if he was waking up from a dream, and stretched his arms: "If you can't handle this, what if you don't have me?"

"Um?"

Ying San was shocked: "Without you? Where are you going?"

"When you come, you go, how can there be a feast that never ends?"

An Qisheng let out a deep breath of turbid air, blowing up the clear water of the eight thousand miles flat lake in front of him. With a flick of his hand, a spiritual fish floated into the air.

Then it fell, causing ripples:

"Just like this fish, it will be out of the water for a while, but it will eventually fall into the lake."

A thousand years is not a short period of time.

Not to mention that he used the method of entering a dream to "dream back to eternity" with the help of many king-level spiritual treasures and even the breath of the supreme treasure.

Across all realms, this was the longest retreat he had ever experienced.

But this is not because he really wants to stay in seclusion for so long, but because he has hidden worries in it.

This hidden worry is not a cosmic disaster that is very likely to destroy everything in the future.

But, he cannot stay in Wanyang Realm forever.

Whether you are dreaming of the great thousand or dreaming of the great thousand, there is a limit after all, and it is absolutely impossible to stay there endlessly.

It's a dream, and there is a time to wake up after all.

He spent "1,867,000 points" of Tao power to enter the dream world, and the limit of his ability to enter the dream was one thousand eight hundred and sixty-seven years.

One year will not be more, and one year will not be less.

It has been more than a thousand years since he came to this world, and he can only stay for eight hundred years.

And the future he had glimpsed, the disaster that would destroy everything, was still more than eight thousand years away!

This retreat is for him to sort out the Tao Yun, create the thirty-six heavens, and gather together the thousand years of practice. It is also for the purpose of staying longer.

At least, let’s take a look at what the so-called destruction in the future is.

He has a clue, but he is not completely sure. If he is not careful, he will leave in eight hundred years, and then everything will return to its original trajectory.

The destruction came as expected. Yuan Duxiu and Miao Meng sacrificed themselves to lead themselves back. In the end, they fought fiercely with the unknown enemy in the destroyed space.

The more he practices, the more deeply An Qisheng feels it. Time and space are like the sound of a long river. Subtle changes can occur, but the general trend is hard to change.

What is supposed to come will come sooner or later

"But"

Ying San didn't know why, but his heart was throbbing.

When An Qisheng talked about leaving, he vaguely seemed to sense something, as if he was about to suffer a disaster and never recover.

This feeling was so real that it made him feel like a dark cloud was looming over him.

Just ask and tell me how you feel.

"The secrets of the sky are vast, and the changes in the sky may not really be a great event, but may also be the prelude to a catastrophe. All of this is difficult to describe."

An Qisheng casually made a move, and the stone tablet with traces of other 'Daoyi Diagram Masters' shrunk into a card and fell into his hand:

"What you perceive is true or false. It may be the interaction between heaven and earth, or it may be the conspiracy of the Heavenly Realm. Who can say clearly?"

"Even if the Tongtian Realm can spread its thoughts with the help of heaven, it can't affect me."

Ying San shook his head.

Thousands of years ago, he had cultivated to the top of the feudal lordship. Thousands of years later, even if he has not crossed that threshold, he will never be easily deceived by others without knowing it.

Ying San's heart felt heavy for no reason: "You said you wanted to leave, and Tianji sensed it, maybe"

Ying San did not say the second half of the sentence, but pointed to the sky.

‘Perhaps God doesn’t want you to leave either’

An Qisheng did not comment, put away the stone tablet, and lay down again, as if he was still sleeping.

"That formation is weird and strange. If you don't take action, I'm afraid..."

Yingsan sighed.

An Qisheng used his arm as a pillow and drooped his eyelids to cover his deep eyes:

"No one is indispensable. I may not have to leave, but they will eventually have to adapt to a world without Yuanyang."

Good morning everyone. Although there are three chapters today, it is worth ten thousand words. In the past few days, there were three updates of nine thousand words, which are not included in the ten thousand updates.