The sudden change caused all the dragons to change their expressions and be shocked. True Lord, who was wearing a dark golden fire pattern robe, was also shocked and said, "Ancestor?!"
"Are you really an ancestor?!"
"Sure enough, sure enough!"
"The Ancestor Dragon Emperor, Divine Ability is the best in the world, how could he fall?!"
Many dragon demons and fairies were ecstatic.
The huge dragon emperor's corpse glowed with light, and that kind of grandeur and tyranny still existed even after a long time. The unparalleled tyranny and divine will gathered together, so the palm holding the wine jar slowly pulled back, and then his sleeves and robes swept over, and a young man wearing a powerful outfit and a battle robe appeared on the height of the dragon emperor's corpse, with sharp and domineering eyebrows, and said lightly:
"The clear spring in the deepest part of the underworld can restore the soul and nourish Primordial Spirit's wounds."
"Good stuff, but not wine."
"It's of no use to me either."
"It's just worth a drink."
He raised his neck and drank up the so-called wine, which was nothing but the water of the underworld. There was no change in the body that was filled with pure divine will. Then from a very high place, he calmly looked down at the dragon clans. His eyes passed over these many dragon clans. The dragons were all overjoyed and wanted to pay their respects, but the man's eyes never stopped on them.
It only fell on Qi WuHuo. Seeing this young Daoist, he said lightly, "What a gentleman."
"It turns out to be 'you'."
He raised his neck again, drank the yellow spring water, and said calmly, "Are you his disciple or a junior?"
The Dragon King's voice was calm and domineering. He didn't seem to care, and his eyes didn't fall on Qi WuHuo.
Young Daoist replied gently, "The person you are talking about should be a poor fellow."
"His junior brother?"
The Dragon King was a little surprised. Looking at this young Daoist, he suddenly laughed to himself and said lightly, "I do know your purpose of coming, and I can guess your methods, but do you know that he and his junior brother have different weights here."
"Natural."
"Ha, that's a bit decisive, that's all."
The Dragon King held the wine jar in one hand and simply sat down directly on top of his real body. He held the wine jar and placed it on his knees. He stretched out his left hand flatly in front of him, with a faint smile on his lips. His eyes were sharp, his demeanor was calm and broad, solemn and calm, and he said, "Come, drink!"
As loud as thunder!
In the void, there are steps emerging.
The ultimate number of ninety-nine!
The total number is eighty-one.
It was obvious that Qi WuHuo was invited to come forward and have a drink together. The other dragon clans were envious, and the Dragon King also laughed calmly and said, "Any living creature here can come forward. No matter who it is, I can grant their wish. You, the human race, can do it, and so can other living beings."
Then all the dragons turned into human forms, thanked each other, were ecstatic, and walked to the top of the steps.
As soon as I stepped on it, I felt something was wrong. In an instant, scenes seemed to appear in front of my eyes. Some were encountering a certain problem, as if I saw the Dragon Emperor inviting me to play chess, some saw the Dragon Emperor playing the piano with me, and some heard the Dragon Emperor's inquiry.
Or doubts, or tests, or questions.
Or kowtow!
The Dragon King is so arrogant and domineering, such a vulgar person has no right to sit in front of him!
So I heard a long chant, and most of the dragons were taking a few steps forward, and stopped after a dozen or so steps, feeling very regretful. But the leader of the dragon clan in Demon Race, True Lord, was walking fast all the way, but in the end, after climbing more than thirty steps, the Dragon King seemed to appear in front of his eyes, standing with his hands behind his back, asking questions.
Then his face changed several times, and his footsteps became slower and slower.
In the end, I couldn't even take a step forward. I stood there with a complicated and sad expression, and was extremely eclipsed.
These steps should have nothing to do with cultivation.
It changes based on personal cultivation, but the difficulty is always extremely high!
Why are our ancestors so harsh?
Was there really anyone who could overcome these difficulties back then and go to the front of the ancestor Dragon King, sit opposite each other, and discuss Daoism as equals? He felt sad in his heart, but then he suddenly realized that there might be such a person, the only one, who was extremely proud, and even changed his surname from Ao to the only friend recognized by the proud Dragon King.
It was the emperor of the human race eight thousand years ago.
Yes...
The ancestors probably never thought that anyone else could walk these roads.
Eight thousand years ago, I had already met the extremely talented Human Emperor, and had become enemies and friends throughout the world, so I should have no regrets. For a friend who can sit opposite me as an equal, having one friend is enough, and there is no need for a second one.
His expression was gloomy, but from the corner of his eye he saw the hem of the Daoist robe sweeping in front of him.
The pupils suddenly contracted.
!!!
How is it possible? Could it be that...
He raised his head and saw young Daoist in Daoist robes walking forward step by step. His steps were calm and not very fast, but he never stopped, neither fast nor slow, step by step, neither fast nor slow, but as if there was no obstacle in front of him, as if his Daoist heart was clear, without any ripples or doubts.
The Dragon King was just drinking wine to his heart's content, overlooking everything happening below, but he saw young Daoist approaching.
At first he was indifferent, then slightly surprised.
Finally, when Qi WuHuo came to the front, his eyes froze slightly and he stopped moving. In the end, all the dragons stopped at the limit of what they could reach. Then young Daoist, carrying his qin and sword, stepped to the top step by step. He first played chess, calligraphy and painting, then all the worldly skills, and saw the wonders of the world.
Break them all.
All can be discussed.
The Daoist heart was clear, and there was no doubt. He could reach the top. In the end, young Daoist reached the last step and stood on the top step. In front of him was the head of the Dragon King's real body. But when he asked the last question, asking about the strength of his heart, young Daoist no longer cared. He just stood at the top, calmly and looked into the Dragon King's eyes.
The dragons were silent, but the Dragon King was holding the wine in a daze.
He was just joking, laughing, and teasing.
He didn't believe that there was anyone else in the world who had such talent, who could be so romantic and have such a Daoist heart.
Who else can walk in front of me and be qualified to sit opposite me.
The clouds dispersed in the sky, and young Daoist's sleeves were filled with clouds. His eyes were calm, and in a trance, he seemed to be seeing the Daoist from eight thousand years ago. Seeing that his Daoist robes were pure, he was looking at himself with a smile, and the next moment he seemed to be walking out of history and walking in front of him.
This last step will definitely not stop young Daoist.
But the latter is no longer moving forward.
He immediately rolled up his sleeves and sat down calmly.
Just sit down on this last step and go no further.
Then he raised his hand to invite and said, "Please."
I can complete your test, but I won't do it.
The Dragon King was stunned, and then he laughed loudly, heartily and heartily, and said, "Hahaha, you are saying that you can do it without doing this last step, right? You want me to come over and have a drink with you? Sure enough, you are not him..."
"You are more gentle than him."
"You are also better than others--"
"More 'arrogance'!"
The Dragon King laughed for a long time, then stood up and said with a smile, "Okay, okay, then I will come here and have a drink with you." Immediately after the dragons saw the death of the Dragon King, the soul that had remained here for eight thousand years took a step forward, stood on the steps, and sat across from the young man to drink.
Young Daoist drank several glasses of wine with him. The Dragon King looked at him and sighed with emotion, saying, "I have been silent since the final battle. This last divine will has also been sleeping here for a long time. It is because of your coming here today and the sweet spring near Heart of the Yellow Springs that you have such power to condense my soul for a short time. No, this cannot even be said to be a soul..."
"This is just a photo of the will that was made up of the last will before death."
"How long has it been since I passed away?"
Young Daoist said, "It has been more than eight thousand years."
"Eight thousand years..."
The Dragon King was stunned for a while, then he smiled nonchalantly and said, "Ah ha, eight thousand years is shorter than I thought. This trace of my remaining soul is just like a deep dream. I can only know that a long time has passed, but the exact number is not clear. And after he and I died in the battle, what else happened?"
Young Daoist picked up the water from the underworld and drank it as wine, and said in a calm tone:
"After your death, the dragon clan split into three lines, and Demon Race no longer has a demon king. Instead, it became tribes with Demon Race Great Sage as the core. And among the tribes, there was a lot of killing and killing. For the past eight thousand years, there has been endless fighting, almost never peace."
"And the same is true in the human world..."
Young Daoist spoke in a gentle tone and told the Dragon Emperor these things.
Down below, the dragons were quiet, silent and respectful, and the same was true for the Yin God.
They looked at that young Daoist.
On top of this Forbidden Land, talk with the emperor of Demon Race about the eight thousand years of history and the present world.
The Dragon King's eyes darkened slightly. He was silent for a long time, and then he smiled nonchalantly and said lightly, "This was also expected when I died. You came here because you were surrounded and killed by Demon Race, right? It doesn't matter, even if I only have the remaining will, I can't do anything extraordinary."
"But it is not difficult to send you out of here and save your life."
Young Daoist said, "But what I want is not like this."
The Dragon King raised his eyes slightly. "Huh?"
He asked with a half-smile, "You are still being surrounded by a group of demons. In order to kill you, they even went so far as to seal the Forbidden Land and then tear it apart with a formation. With such momentum, they undoubtedly want your life. Why, are you still planning to use your small skills to make a big difference?"
Young Daoist shook his head and replied:
"It's not a small gain that makes a big difference, but a transaction, a cooperation, and an effort to postpone the calamity."
He drank the water from the underworld in his hand, then gently placed the cup in his hand on the steps made of pure Yuan Qi, and made a clear sound. He looked calmly at the remnant soul of the Dragon King in front of him, and said in a gentle tone, "He was plotted to death by his former best confidant and Gou Chen. Watching Demon Race split, all the achievements of the year were in vain."
"And the Demon Emperor's name has been taken over by a traitor, are you really willing to do so?"
The Dragon King's expression froze slightly. "?!!!"
He looked at young Daoist in front of him, with an obvious trace of shock on his face!
Those who witnessed what happened back then are basically dead.
How did the Daoist in front of me know that?!
He was not born yet at that time!
Young Daoist in front of him said, "I was a little confused at first, but later after talking with Great Emperor Dongyue, I gradually felt that it was normal for Gou Chen to take action. You are The master of the Demon Realm, and senior brother is the master of the human world, but you two are both good friends, and even life and death friends, drinking together with the sky, so that the human world and Demon Realm will no longer be controlled by the gods of heaven and earth."
"After this, where should [Master of All Species] and Great Emperor Gouchen be?"
"If he doesn't kill you, won't he Dao Path be cut off by you?"
"As for one of the core reasons that led to your demise, I'm afraid it was your beloved general back then, and now the Demon Emperor. After your death, even this mountain range has become a taboo. The current Demon Emperor probably did not approve of your desire to join forces with the human world and rule together. He wanted Demon Race to dominate, so he was taken advantage of by Gou Chen..."
"And Gouchen's Dao Path requires all kinds of things to fight against each other, so the world is divided, and so is Demon Race."
"I suspect that its foundation is all kinds of things and killing."
"This is how to achieve the ritual."
The Dragon King looked at young Daoist, who was born eight thousand years after his death.
Watching him tell these things as if he were there in person.
There were huge waves in my heart.
Regarding the attitude of young Daoist in front of me, I didn't care much about it from the teasing and joking at the beginning; but later I felt that he was also an unparalleled romantic in the world and could be friends with me;
Until now, my heart is shaken and my face is moved.
The Daoist in front of me seems to be slightly better than my friends in some aspects.
If they are from the same sect, then Supreme One lineage, are they really such disciples with completely different styles, but both such amazing talents, who were born and walked through great tribulations?
Supreme One lineage, Supreme One lineage...
How profound!
Demon Race Dragon Emperor's heart was filled with emotions, but the look in his eyes was calm. He finally looked at Qi WuHuo as an equal, instead of regarding him as his friend's junior brother. He looked serious, calmed down, and asked slowly:
"Who are you?!"
Young Daoist put down his cup, his brows were peaceful, and he looked aloof from the world, and answered like this:
"A person who has a blood feud with Gouchen."
"Jinzhou, Qi WuHuo."
PS:
I had something to do outside today and spent too much time and energy on it, so I'm a little late, so I apologize.