The Transmigrated Sword Emperor

West Beijing Luoyang, the white robed Li Dao once again set foot in this ancient city.

As for Bai Suzhen and Xiao Qing, Li Dao sighed and stopped thinking about them.

If her fate was not deviated from its path, Bai Suzhen would then encounter Xu Xian in the West Lake under Guan Yin's guidance.

In order to cultivate and bear fruit, Bai Suzhen could only follow Guan Yin's instructions and submit herself to Xu Xian to repay the saving grace of a thousand years ago. If the two were in love, they would be obstructed by Jin Shan Temple's Fa Hai.

Bai Suzhen gave birth to her son, the descendant of the Celestial Court's Literari Star Lord. As for the purpose of the Literari Star's descent, it was to consolidate the destiny of the Heavenly Court, gather the Burning Incense faith, and so on, so as to increase the influence of the Heavenly Court on the mortal world.

Fa Hai was a buddhist disciple, Guan Yin was a buddhist Bodhisattva, and Bai Suzhen's son was a literary star in the Heavenly Court.

No matter how one looked at it, Guan Yin wouldn't care about Bai Suanzhen. Between the transaction between the Buddhist Sect and the Heavenly Court, whether it was Bai Suzhen or Xu Xian, they were only pitiful pawns.

Unfortunately, that foolish woman already had an inner demon in her heart in order to become an immortal. It was obvious that following Nightmare Cultivator was the best choice, but she wouldn't listen to a word of advice.

Does his life or death have anything to do with him?

Li Dao shook his head and laughed. He did not know when he had become so kind-hearted. It was just a matter of luck or destiny. There was no need to worry about her.

On the contrary, he had more things to do.

First, he had to increase his cultivation, otherwise, how could he save Yang Chan?

Raising one's cultivation and combat strength was not something that could be done in a day or two. One either had to bitterly cultivate the Great Dao, or rob others of their good fortune.

On the Dou Qi continent, Li Dao had merged twenty-two different kinds of 'Heavenly Flames'. He had touched upon the threshold of many different kinds of 'Heavenly Flames'.

But if Li Dao could wait, could Yang Chan wait? When she thought about how Yang Chan was still suffering in the Sky Prison, Li Dao could not calm down.

As a man, one could be poor, but one could not be lacking in dignity. You can have no ability, but you can't have no responsibility and no responsibility.

The Eight Immortals crossed the sea and entered the Penglai. They gathered the faith of all the people and strengthened the teachings of the people.

Old Lord Taishang had a good plan, but he didn't allow him to do as he pleased. He attacked, causing him to be in a sorry state, and even implicating Yang Chan. If he did not avenge this grudge, Li Dao would not feel at ease.

If you have a grudge in your heart, then vent it. Otherwise, if you keep a grudge in your heart, sooner or later you will be unable to hold it in and become ill.

Didn't they want the Eight Immortals to cross the sea? I will prevent the Eight Immortals from crossing the sea.

Aren't we going to enter the main Penglai? Well, Penglai belongs to me, Mr. Li.

As one of the three great islands in the ocean that was left behind from ancient times, there were still many islands that had yet to appear. There were bound to be countless spiritual medicines within them, and perhaps they did not have a natural array, or even a Protocosmic spirit-treasure.

However, he still had to consider this matter carefully. It would be unrealistic for him to eat Penglai Immortal Island by himself.

Thus, he must think of a way to recruit allies. Normally, Old Lord Taishang wouldn't be able to contend against him. There were only a few people in the Three Realms that could counter Old Lord Taishang.

Nuwa? This won't do. Nuwa was one of the most exalted of all the major powers, and he wouldn't be able to see her at all.

Then what about Yuanshi Tianzun? This won't do either. With the primal Sky Sovereign's character, he doesn't care much about Li Dao, moreover, Li Dao cannot trust his character.

Forwarding and receiving Daoists in the West? It seemed like he could give it a try, but what about when he came into contact with that Supreme Lord or Bodhisattva of the Buddhist Sangha? Sun Wukong had an untamed personality, but he didn't have any ambitions. No way. Guan Shiyin's scheming mind was too deep, so he couldn't do it either. It was very possible that he had been sold. Zhu Bajie, this seems to be fine. It was just that it wasn't certain whether or not the Quasi-Attraction existed in this world.

Old Lord Taishang and the Primordial Sky Sovereign joined forces and caused the teachings of all the deities to fall. The Heavenly Master had a reason to oppose Old Lord Taishang.

In addition, the disciples were relatively easy to interact with. Cooperating with the disciples made it impossible for the Eight Immortals to take control of Penglai. This seemed to be the best choice.

With this thought, Li Dao made up his mind.

Even though he was just a grasshopper in Old Lord Taishang's eyes, perhaps Old Lord Taishang was not as strong as he thought.

Up till now, Li Dao still hadn't figured out whether this world was the true prehistoric era or not. If it was, then the waters were too deep. If it wasn't, it wasn't as scary as he had imagined.

Old Lord Taishang is laozi's incarnation, he can't represent laozi.

Thinking back to the story in which Chen Xiang split the mountain to save his mother, and Pan Gu left behind the Heaven Splitting Axe that couldn't even break the King Mother's Vajra Bowl on Mount Hua, wasn't that a joke?

The axe transformed into the taiji diagram in my hands, and the handle into the Pangu Banner in the hands of the Yuanshi Tianzun. The axe blade transformed into the four slashes of the Divine Punisher Blade in the hands of the Hierarch; how could he let Chen Xiang have them?

In other words, this world did not belong to the orthodox Great Desolate World, but rather the projection of the Great Desolate World. It was more or less similar, but it was actually a little off.

No matter what, it was not Li Dao's character to not vent his anger.

His gaze pierced through the crowd and locked onto a man in a long brown robe with a long sword on his back and a wine jug in his hand. His hair was disheveled, and a cold glint could be seen in Li Dao's eyes.

During this period of time, Lu Yan was very vexed. The White Peony that he had promised to marry had suddenly disappeared on the day of his marriage.

As a grandmaster of martial arts, Lu Yan naturally realized that White Peony's identity was unusual. Perhaps it was as the walking stick deity had said, 'Peony is a monster!'

But Peony was a monster, so what? He, Lu Yan, didn't care. As long as he truly loved her, that was fine.

Lu Yan had reason to believe that White Peony also loved him. She must have met with some difficult situation to leave him, so he wanted to help her.

The cultivation of a martial arts grandmaster was comparable to a weak demon. It was nothing compared to a greater demon.

Therefore, Lu Yan desired power. He wanted to help White Peony, and if there were any difficulties, they would have to bear the burden together. Thus, he went to the two immortals to ask them to give him strength. However, the one leaning on the walking stick and waving a fan said that his state of mind was lacking and that he couldn't become an immortal!

What dogshit of an immortal! Lu Yan only wanted strength to retrieve the White Peony!

Strength was not that easy to obtain, so Lu Yan was now extremely depressed. He spent all his time drinking to get rid of his worries. The elegant swordsman of the martial arts world had almost become a beggar in dire straits.

At this time, Lu Yan was stumbling along the street. The surrounding people were all pointing at him, detesting the smell of alcohol on his body and avoiding him.

Suddenly, a shadow appeared beneath his feet. The road in front of him was blocked. Lu Yan raised his head and was about to curse.

Upon seeing the person in front of him, Lu Yan was somewhat astonished.

"Where have we not met in life? Brother Lu Yan, it seems that we are fated to meet!"

The white-robed man in front of him laughed gently. His smile was as warm as the spring wind, causing Lu Yan to be extremely excited. He saw hope.

"Great deity, do you still remember me?"

"Of course I remember. It seems like Brother Lü encountered some difficulties!"

Li Dao smiled and nodded. He looked at Lu Yan with a cold glint in his eyes.

"Great! Great deity, you also remember Peony?" She will definitely be in trouble now. I need to go and help her, I need strength! "

Lu Yan's face was anxious. He went straight to the point and didn't even bother to say anything polite. He directly stated his goals and requirements.

"I can give you power, unparalleled strength. I can allow you to sweep through the world and freely roam the Three Realms. Not only can I allow you to solve the problems that White Peony encountered, I can also let you be together for eternity. No one can stop me."

Under the sun, Li Dao's smiling face became even more brilliant, and a divine radiance appeared in Lu Yan's eyes.