Although Yang Shouchang had finally confirmed that the Wise Great Ape Clan had entered the cultivation world of the Central Plains, the cultivation world had never forgotten about the fuse of all these events, the Heaven Opening Relic in Hanye Laozu's possession.
Regardless of whether it was the Six Sacred Lands or the Demon Clan, none of them said a word about this matter. However, as time passed, news gradually spread.
Hanye Laozu had never appeared in Wuxing School. Hundreds of miles north of the Qing Ming River, a great battle had broken out in a forest. After the battle, some cultivators had seen cultivators from the Five Holy Lands in the vicinity, including the eleven cultivators who had rushed out of the Northern Alliance's treasure ship.
As a result, the cultivation circle was once again filled with various rumors and speculations. Some said that Han Ye was dead and the Heaven-opening Relic had fallen into the hands of others; some said that the Five Holy Lands killed him afterwards; some said that the Heaven-opening Relic did not exist and was just used to lure Xiao Baiyu, and so on.
However, at this moment, the murderer of Hanye Laozu and the ultimate owner of the Northern Alliance's Heaven Opening Relic were resting on the back of a Black Tortoise on the Qing Ming River.
On the other hand, although Lu Ping looked relaxed, his entire mind was focused on the handkerchief woven from the Frost Silk in his heart core.
The eyes of the Dharma Form of the Dragon flickered with a green and red light. Characters began to appear on the snow-white silk handkerchief: The battle of the Ice Plains concerns the Connate. For you, I will kill my way through this world. Only death awaits me!
Determination, sorrow, heroism, sternness, killing intent, sword intent, affection …
All the artistic conception came from these words. For a moment, Lu Ping was deeply immersed in the artistic conception expressed by these words. The Dharma Form of the Dragon shook its head and wagged its tail. The Pearl of Pure Yang in its abdomen shone brightly. Lu Ping's divine sense finally sensed that something was wrong. The Jade Phosphorus Soul Fire blazed and began to struggle to break free from the binding of this artistic conception.
Fortunately, Lu Ping's Divine Sense was outstanding, and he had the help of the Jade Phosphorous Soul Flame. So, he quickly broke free from the complex concepts expressed in these twenty words. However, Lu Ping still couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat.
It was just a few words, but they gave Lu Ping such a horrifying feeling. The Heaven Splitting Ancestors were truly people who could only be looked up to.
Lu Ping, who had just woken up, didn't have the time to ponder over the artistic conception that Jiao Daoren had expressed in the twenty words at that time. Instead, he began to let his imagination run wild over the meaning of the twenty words.
Who was Jiao Daoren going to fight in the Icy Plains?
At the beginning of the world, besides the Seventh Patriarch himself, who else could threaten the existence like Jiao Daoren? Did the threat come from outside this world?
However, considering the relationship between Jiao Daoren and Peng Daoren, and the fact that Jiao Daoren failed to ask Taoist Hu to refine the Sword of the Immortal Spirit, Lu Ping was more willing to believe that the Seventh Patriarch had a dispute with him.
So what was the purpose of the dispute?
Perhaps the reason lay in the four words "It's about the Congenital". But what did the "Congenital" mean? Lu Ping was still confused. The understanding of the "Congenital" in the cultivation world was more like "inborn" and "gifted". But in any case, these had nothing to do with the Seven Heaven Splitting Ancestors, Laozu.
"I'll kill my way through this world for you. Only death awaits me!"
It was easy to understand. It seemed that Jiao Daoren was not optimistic about the upcoming battle in the Icy Plains and had risked his life. But it seemed that his life was not for him, but for others.
Who was Jiao Daoren fighting for?
Looking at the silk handkerchief and the Cailuan ornament in the lower right corner of the silk handkerchief, the answer to the question seemed to be obvious.
In the battle of the Icy Plains, Jiao Daoren wanted to fight for the Luan Daoist. The purpose of the "Congenital" was also to fight for the Luan Daoist, even at the cost of his own life.
As for why Jiao Daoren wanted to fight for the Luan Daoist, it was not difficult to understand. The Seventh Patriarch of the Heaven Splitting Ancestors had four men and three women. Among them, Taoist Hu was a tall and sturdy woman, a real tigress and extremely fierce; while Luan Daoist and Taoist Chan were both charming great beauties.
With Jiao Daoren's romantic personality, it was not strange if he really fell for the Luan Daoist's skirt. Even if he had to pay with his own life for this, it might not be worth it in many people's eyes, or even a child's play. But no one knew whether Jiao Daoren believed in the saying, "Even if I die under a peony flower, I'll still be a romantic even as a ghost" and intended to verify it himself.
All the mysteries seemed to revolve around the "Congenital", but Lu Ping had no clue what the "Congenital" in Jiao Daoren's words meant.
Lu Ping slowly sat up on the back of the Black Tortoise, stretched out his arms, and then looked to the north across the sky.
The Northern Ice Plains. It was said that the Laozu who achieved the True Spirit in the cultivation world would eventually disappear there, and it was also the place where the Seventh Patriarch of the Heaven Splitting Ancestors disappeared.
It was said that the Seventh Patriarch of the Heaven Splitting Ancestors had opened a door to the outside world, and then disappeared from the Northern Ice Plains. Everyone thought that the Seventh Patriarch had gone to a place outside of this world, and the True Spirit Cultivators of the cultivation world had all left the Northern Ice Plains through the exit that the Seventh Patriarch had left behind.
This legend was not groundless. It was spread to the world before the Seventh Patriarch went to the Northern Ice Plains, and outside the passage, the Seventh Patriarch had set up a large formation. Those who were not Zhenling cultivators were not qualified to pass through the formation.
In addition to testing the qualifications of cultivators to leave this world, this great formation was also used to protect this passageway. Not only was it used to protect it from being destroyed by cultivators from this world, it was also used to protect this passageway from being invaded by things from outside this world.
However, from the looks of it now, it seemed that the passageway leading to the outside world under the cover of the layers of formations in the northern ice plains hid many secrets that outsiders did not know about. Unfortunately, all those who might know about these secrets never returned after entering the formation.
The formation in the Northern Ice Plains was the final goal of all the cultivators in this world. From the moment it appeared, it was covered in a layer of holiness. However, when Lu Ping looked to the north, he could not help but feel a shadow in his heart.
Just what was behind the formation?
Lu Ping shook his head and no longer thought about these things. With his current cultivation, he was far from having the qualifications to think about going there. However, the handwriting written by Jiao Daoren on the silk handkerchief had been spread to the world. Regardless of whether or not someone had truly comprehended any magical abilities from the handkerchief, at the very least, the contents of the handkerchief were known by more than one person. At the very least, Hanye Laozu knew about it. Otherwise, how could it have been spread to the world by the Five Holy Lands?
However, the Six Holy Lands had spread Jiao Daoren's handwriting to the world, but they did not spread the contents of the handkerchief. It seemed that the Six Holy Lands only wanted to use the handkerchief to kill Xiao Baiyu. They did not want to give up on the handkerchief written by Jiao Daoren. Could it be that the Six Holy Lands themselves wanted to cover up this news?
Although Lu Ping was a little uncertain, it was not impossible. At the very least, the Six Holy Lands had been established at the beginning of the world. The founder of the Six Holy Lands, Laozu, had more or less been directly or indirectly related to the Seventh Patriarch. If one were to say who knew the most secrets of this world, it would probably be the Six Holy Lands.
In the core space, the Dragon Form once again opened its eyes wide to carefully study the handkerchief. This time, it was not looking at the contents of the handkerchief, but observing the handwriting.
In the past, Xiao Baiyu had comprehended a peerless sword technique from the handkerchief written by Jiao Daoren. How could Lu Ping let go of such an opportunity? He had to give it a try after all.
However, after observing for a while, even Lu Ping himself did not know how much time had passed, but he gained nothing. He could not help but feel discouraged. He thought to himself, "Could it be that only a pure sword practitioner like Xiao Baiyu, who has the extraordinary comprehension in the world, can comprehend something from it? Or maybe there is no peerless sword technique in these handkerchief at all?"
Lu Ping had no choice but to wake up from his meditative state again. He looked around and found that Xuan Tortoise was following the flow of the river. He didn't know where it was now, but he noticed that the Qing Ming River seemed to flow a lot more smoothly. There were no longer hills and forests on both sides, but an endless plain. Lu Ping guessed that he was now in the middle of the Qing Ming River.
On the plain, the green sea was rolling, but it was not seawater, but farmland. There were many figures in the farmland, but many mortals were working in it.
Such a scene could also be seen overseas, but it was not as vast as the mainland. Besides, the number of cultivators and mortals in the overseas cultivation world was far less than that of the mainland. However, the ratio of cultivators and mortals in the overseas cultivation world was slightly higher than that of the mainland.
There were also spiritual fields in the farmland from time to time because of the existence of spiritual gathering places. Therefore, low-level cultivators could often be seen flying in the sky, and the mortals on the ground had long been accustomed to it.
Lu Ping's eyes were so sharp that he soon found that most of these low-level cultivators were Minor Repairs in the Blood Refining Realm. However, the flying celestial tools under their feet were mostly celestial tools. Thinking of the joy of obtaining a celestial tool when he was in the late Blood Refining Realm, the popularity of celestial tools among the Blood Refining Realm cultivators in the mainland was obviously much higher than that of the North Sea.
Thinking of refining celestial tools, Lu Ping suddenly made an "oh" sound. Strictly speaking, the silk handkerchief was only made of extremely high quality, but it itself was not a celestial tool or a magic treasure. Those who obtained it would naturally not try to refine it with their true essence.
At this time, an idea popped up in Lu Ping's mind for no reason: Should I try refining it with my true essence?
The true essence was like a surging sea, instantly immersing the entire handkerchief in it. The colorful phoenix in the lower right corner of the silk handkerchief shone brightly, and the lifelike colorful phoenix seemed to be alive. At the same time, three inexplicable auras were suddenly attracted by Lu Ping's vigorous true essence, but Lu Ping's eyes became brighter and brighter. There was really something strange inside.
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