Zhang Yan calculated in his heart. If he only cared about the situation in Bu Xu Tian, with his current power, he only needed to maintain this advantage. Then there would be nothing to worry about.
It was just that there was still an external force here. Although that existence's true power couldn't seep in, it could change the fate of the heavens. Just like just now, it could clearly calculate the true master, but in the end, it had to go through a lot more trouble.
As the arrival of that existence got closer, it was hard to guarantee that it would not attract more. After all, Bu Xu Tian's Weili was limitless, and logically speaking, anything could happen. Under such a pincer attack, it was hard to say that the situation would not be reversed. Thus, he could not be careless until the final outcome was decided. Next, he had to hurry up and eliminate the foreign forces that did not want to deal with him.
Speaking of which, those chaotic heavens were half free and half attached to Bu Xu Tian. When the day came that he controlled Bu Xu Tian, he might be able to see many of its secrets.
Just as he was calculating, he suddenly found that in the next hundred years, the disciples of the sect would gradually return to their seats. This situation was not a coincidence, but a premonition before a great disaster.
What made him vigilant was that if his consciousness had not been focused on Bu Xu Tian, he might have overlooked this.
Because of this premonition, after he ordered Jiang Zheng to retreat, he immediately began to calculate the location of the true master.
Not long after, his gaze passed through the layers of barriers and saw an indescribable fog of light.
This was the true existence known as the "Heavenly Saint". This person had the power of a True Yang cultivator, but this Weili did not fall in the present, but in the future.
This thing was formed from the spiritual essence of the world, and if one obtained it, there was a high chance of becoming a True Yang cultivator. After the consciousness of that existence shone in, the shadow of its future was stimulated and gradually transmitted its Weili to the myriad worlds of Bu Xu Tian, causing everything to lean towards itself.
Because the difference in power between ordinary people and lower realm cultivators was too great, there was no barrier between illusion and reality. In the eyes of Zhang Yan, all of this was just an illusion, so the moment he saw it, all of the future disappeared, returning to the most primitive source of power, and then slowly disappeared under his gaze.
Zhang Yan shook his head. After all, this was a forced reflection of the future, and this power was extremely illusory. If it was a true True Yang Almighty Being, he would be able to easily erase it, but he would definitely not lose what belonged to him.
In reality, if a Spirit Refinement Almighty Being was willing to help promote a disciple to the True Yang Realm, it was not impossible. However, if the level of the promoted living being was too low, it would not be able to maintain this power on its own and would soon collapse on its own, unless there was a Almighty Being willing to help maintain it from time to time. But whether it was True Yang or mortal shedding, they were all ordinary to a Spirit Refinement cultivator, so no one would do such a thing.
After Zhang Yan eliminated the source of the chaos, he only felt that Bu Xu Tian's Weili was closer to him, and he could clearly sense the existence of some strange power. This time, he could try to sweep it clean in one go, so with a thought, he pushed his endless Fa Li to those places!
Time passed, and in a flash, twenty years had passed in the Kun Shi Continent.
In the Zhaoyuan Cypress Country, at the foot of Mount Jia, there was a village of more than three hundred people. In an ordinary farmer's house, a strong man was anxiously pacing back and forth outside the house. There were bursts of painful sounds coming from inside, accompanied by the shouts of the midwife.
After a long time, the sound finally stopped. Just as he was at a loss of what to do, a loud and clear cry suddenly rang out. Then, a strong sense of joy exploded in his heart. "Son, it must be a son!"
But what he didn't know at the moment was that this cry was heard by almost everyone in the village. And at this moment, the animals in the village became extremely quiet, no one dared to make a sound. At the same time, colorful birds flew over and landed on the house, gently combing their feathers.
When a villager saw this phenomenon, he immediately reported it to the village chief. When the village chief heard this, he laughed and said, "This is a good omen, looks like Chang Dalang's child is born extraordinary."
In the land of the Kun Shi Continent, because of the unlimited spiritual opportunity, even among the ordinary people, there would often be divine manifestations among newborn children. Although this village chief had not seen it, he had heard of many.
For example, there was a child in the neighboring village who was born with extraordinary strength. No matter what it was, he could easily crush it in his hands. When he was five years old, he could already fight lions and tigers, and even ordinary monsters. Now, he was taken away by a minister of the country.
Thinking that there was also such a person in his village who was blessed by the heavens, he was very happy and said, "Let's go take a look."
Jia Village was a small village, nothing could be hidden. The villagers were curious, and when the village chief moved, they also squeezed over to watch the show.
When Chang Dalang heard that the village chief had arrived, he hurriedly came out to welcome him.
The village chief congratulated him a few times and stepped into the courtyard. Just Now, when he came in, he saw a group of squirrels running in. Chang Dalang wanted to chase them away, but unexpectedly, the squirrels stood up and bowed to him.
The village chief's heart moved, but he stopped him. What happened next surprised everyone. The squirrels put down the pine cones in their mouths, then went out to bring in another one. With their hard work, the courtyard was soon filled with a pile of pine cones.
The village chief laughed and pointed, "Chang Dalang, this is a congratulatory gift for your family, looks like you're not an ordinary child."
Chang Dalang touched the back of his head and revealed a simple and honest smile.
At this moment, the sound of flapping wings suddenly came from the sky. The villagers looked towards the sound and saw two birds that were half black and half white, their tail feathers like ribbons, standing on the eaves. A sharp-eyed person immediately shouted happily, "Heaven Swallow, it's Heaven Swallow!"
The Heaven Swallow was not big, but it was a kind bird, a lucky bird. If it lived on top of a house, then it could protect the safety of the family. Even if the child was in danger, it would cry out. Also, this bird specialized in eating poisonous insects and some grass worms in the fields, so it wasn't just one family that benefited, but the entire village. It was no wonder that the villagers were so happy.
The village chief chuckled. He didn't expect that Chang Dalang's son would bring benefits to the village the moment he was born. At this moment, he suddenly felt something and looked towards the corner. He saw a creature that looked like a cat or a dog quietly squatting there. Its whole body was green, it looked small and exquisite, and its eyes were very lively. He trembled and cried out, "Green Grasshopper?"
The Green Grasshopper could prey on snakes and rats, and also had the ability to ward off evil and guard the house. With it here, evil spirits and ghosts couldn't come near, so this creature was worshipped as a family deity in remote places.
At this moment, the village chief wasn't just shocked, his heart was shaken. One vision was still fine, but the simultaneous appearance of more than one meant that Chang Dalang's son was very extraordinary. He looked at the baby that was carried out by the midwife and sighed, "You little boy, you're amazing, amazing."
At Chang Dalang's request, he named the child Zai on the spot and concluded, "Don't look at how your son has just been born. Who knows, we might have to rely on him in the future."
In the blink of an eye, four years had passed.
Chang Zai was now four years old, but he already had the size of a seven or eight-year-old child. His intelligence also grew very quickly. As he gradually grew up, more visions appeared. As long as he walked to the river, there would be schools of fish following him. Sometimes, they would even jump onto the shore and let him catch them. When he slept in the wilderness, there would be birds with big leaves to cover him, and there would be tigers and wolves catching small beasts to satisfy his hunger.
However, at this time, there were really many strange people in the world. The villagers had seen many of them, and as time passed, they got used to it. If there were no accidents, he might grow up to be an adult. Just Now, he would leave the village and wander outside.
Until one day, when the village worshipped the god of Mount Jia, Chang Zai followed his parents and kowtowed. However, when he kowtowed, the shrine shook and almost broke.
That night, the god of Mount Jia appeared in his dream and said that there was a noble in the village, and he couldn't accept his great bow.
Even though the god didn't say who it was, the villagers could more or less guess who it was.
The village chief specially came to Chang Dalang's house and said, "Dalang of the Chang family, you are born with visions, it's a pity to leave you in the village."
Chang Dalang was an honest farmer and didn't know much. When the god appeared in his dream, he also guessed that it was his son. He didn't know what to do and asked, "What does the old village chief say?"
The village chief said, "Zai 'er has strange powers, why don't we send him to the Immortal Palace to be a cup holder."
The Immortal Palace was actually established by the feudal vassals of the countries of human dao. Because the gods of the heavens wouldn't participate in the internal conflicts of the feudal vassals, and these people were eager to pursue divine arts, they finally set their sights on the cultivators.
To be more precise, it was the rogue cultivators.
Due to the endless spiritual opportunities in Kun Shi Continent and the inexhaustible foreign resources, and with the extermination of many different species, the cultivators could set foot in more and more lands. As a result, the rogue cultivators who were the most down and out in the past started to prosper.
The rogue cultivators didn't have their own race like the big sects, so the disciples could only go to the different species tribes or the countries of human dao to find them.
The Immortal Abode was established under such circumstances. The feudal vassal states would gather children who were born with visions within their borders, teach them words and etiquette, and wait for the cultivators to come and choose them.
If a child was chosen by the cultivators, not only would they gain a favor, they could also receive a generous gift. Even the children who were old and not chosen could also serve the country in the future because they had strange powers.
The rogue cultivators were also very satisfied with this. Originally, they needed to travel around and find suitable people to teach them. That was completely based on luck. But now that so many children were gathered together, they could always find someone who was compatible with them, saving them the time of searching personally.
Of course, if one wanted to enter the Immortal Abode, they needed someone to recommend them. It wasn't easy to enter, and the village chief didn't have this ability. This time, he came because the god of Mount Jia had appeared in his dream and was willing to be the person to recommend them. That was why he dared to bring up this matter.
Even though Chang Dalang was honest, he also knew that this was a rare opportunity. Even though he was reluctant, he still said, "Old village chief, I agree. Just tell me what you want me to do."
The old village chief smiled and said, "There's no need for you to do anything. It's just that no matter how extraordinary you are, you're only four years old. The road isn't smooth, and I'm old, my muscles and bones are already weak. I don't have the strength to travel, so I need you to personally send me to the capital." Then he patted Chang Dalang's shoulder and said, "If you and your son prosper in the future, don't leave our village behind."
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