Can you imagine a bunch of Cultivators rushing on the ocean with their hand-guided tractors?
Black smoke billowed above the surging waves of the sea. Dozens of hand-guided tractors were running on the sea at a speed even faster than a sports car. They didn't fear the lightning or the waves as they galloped toward the depths of the East China Sea.
In the sky above the East China Sea, thousands of cultivators were riding on flying magical treasures and following the tractor race. They were very excited to see this unique hand-guided tractor race.
Cheng Hao rubbed his forehead. He finally confirmed his previous judgment. The cultivators of this world were indeed amusing!
He could understand the sword riding competition, but what the hell was a hand-guided tractor race?
Wow! Missiles, cannons, and laser weapons were all modified by this group of amusing cultivators to their tractors. This scene was truly mind-boggling!
Venerable White, Song Cheng Hao, and the others were riding the hand-guided tractors happily. Cheng Hao pondered for a moment and decided not to meet them. Instead, he sent a simple message to the few people he was familiar with, telling them that he was going to explore the sea of stars and wouldn't be back for some time.
After that, Cheng Hao didn't pay attention to the reactions of the others. He casually left a jade slip containing a cultivation technique in Shuhang's room as a way of thanking him for his hospitality during this period of time. After stretching himself, he activated the transmigration function of his right eye.
This time, he was preparing to head to the Yang God Plane. Speaking of which, Hong Yi was the first friend he made. That freak reached the Yang God Plane in just six years. He should be invincible in the Yang God Plane, right?
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In the East China Sea, Venerable White, who was happily riding the hand-guided tractor, felt somewhat disappointed and frustrated after receiving the news that Cheng Hao had left.
"It's rare to meet an interesting fellow daoist with similar interests. It's a pity that he left so quickly!"
As for Song Shuhang, who was in the middle of a competition, he didn't have much of a reaction. After all, he was an expert, and it was normal for him to go out and explore. Who knew when he might come back.
As for the pekingese Doudou, who was locked up in his room by True Monarch Yellow Mountain, he felt the most heartache.
"Woof ~ Senior Haotian, why are you leaving so quickly? In any case, it won't be too late for you to leave after you rescue me! "
After howling in grief for a moment, the pekingese Dou Dou's eyes suddenly rolled around. Soon after, the corners of its mouth revealed a trace of a mysterious smile.
"Hehe, Senior Haotian has gone to explore the sea of stars. He probably won't be back for a while. When the time comes, I'll transform into his appearance. Wouldn't that be great?"
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The Yang God Plane!
West Mountain was a huge mountain outside Jade Capital. It had a radius of close to a hundred miles. Even though it couldn't be considered majestic, it had dense forests and complicated terrain. There were many mountain tops with flowing springs and waterfalls as well as rocky forests.
There were many foxes, jackals, and wolves in the mountains. Every winter, some nobles would go hunting in the mountains.
At the foot of the West Mountain, there was a dilapidated temple called the Autumn Moon Temple. It was already dark in the sky, and the north wind whistled, causing the walls to creak.
In the courtyard of the side hall of the temple, the ground was covered with wormwood. The withered grass was swept up by the wind. It was a desolate scene.
"This temple is even more desolate than the last time I was here. I wonder how long it has been since I left."
Standing in front of the temple, Cheng Hao was silent for a long time. The last time he was here, there was still an ordinary old monk in the temple. Now, things had changed. The temple was still there, but there was no trace of his old friend.
Sighing, Cheng Hao walked along the small path of the Western Mountain and walked towards the center of the mountain. Since he was already here, he was prepared to go to the Western Mountain again to pay respects to his nominal parents in this world.
In the depths of the mountain, there were a few mournful howls. They sounded like wolves and foxes mixed in the night wind, but also like owls.
When he first came here, he was more or less cautious. Now that he was revisiting this place, he was less wary and more emotional.
The tomb of Cheng Dingguo and his wife was unexpectedly clean. It was not as overgrown with weeds and dust as he had imagined. It seemed that someone often came here to clean.
"You two, I'm here again."
In the past, his cultivation level was low and he couldn't see through the relationship between the two people buried in front of him and him. He didn't even know if there was anyone buried here.
Now that he had come to West Mountain Cemetery again, in front of the tomb of Marquis Dingguo and his wife, Cheng Hao smiled. This was because there was no one in this cemetery. It was just an empty tomb.
In other words, when Cheng Hao first transmigrated to the Yang Spirit World, he obtained the identity of the young marquis. It was purely a false identity that Haotian had used up its destiny to create for him. In the Yang Spirit World, there was no Marquis Dingguo's residence.
After standing in front of the tombstone for a long time, Cheng Hao sighed. He had originally come here to completely sever this karma, but in the end, there was no karma at all.
"You've been looking for so long. Brother Hong Yi, won't you come out and meet me?"
Turning his head, Cheng Hao looked to the side of the mountain range. There, on top of a towering tree, Hong Yi, dressed in a green robe, approached from afar.
"Brother Cheng, you're really still alive!"
Standing in front of the mausoleum, Hong Yi kept looking at Cheng Hao up and down. After not seeing him for several years, Brother Cheng, who had seemed unfathomable to him back then, was still as powerful as the sea. Even though he was now half a step into the Nirvana Realm, he still gave him an unfathomable feeling.
Looking at Hong Yi, who still looked the same but was more mature and powerful, Cheng Hao smiled. With a wave of his hand, a round table and two stools appeared outside the mausoleum.
Casually sitting on the stools, Cheng Hao waved at Hong Yi, indicating that he should come forward and sit down.
Hong Yi smiled slightly. He was not reserved. Sitting on the stools, he quietly looked at Cheng Hao, as if waiting for him to speak first.
Cheng Hao looked around at the deep and dark night scene of the West Mountain, then sighed, "This West Mountain is the place where I first met you, Brother Hong Yi."
"Yes, at that time, I was a bastard's son who was not liked in the Marquis's mansion, and Brother Cheng was a powerful martial arts expert. In this West Mountain, it was also the first time we obtained the cultivation method of the Sun Spirit!"
Hearing Cheng Hao talk about the past, Hong Yi also sighed. His expression showed that he was reminiscing, and he seemed to be very emotional.
"Yes, this place can be considered the starting point of our cultivation." Cheng Hao nodded, then pointed to the Autumn Moon Temple at the foot of the mountain, "Now that I've returned, the old monk in the temple is no longer there. I just don't know if Concubine Yuan and Bai Ziyue are still in this world?"
"Concubine Yuan and Brother Bai are Ghost Immortals of the Thunder Tribulation. They have long escaped the mystery of life and death. Brother Cheng has only been away for ten years. To them, it's just a seclusion."
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