The Six Paths of Reincarnation were orderly.
The Six Paths of Reincarnation were reciprocal.
Two similar but different Great Daos, two Daoist Rhymes that were gradually overlapping.
In the middle of the sea of blood, the two figures seemed to gradually merge into one. The sound of ghosts crying could be heard everywhere in the Netherworld, and shocking waves were set off at the edge of the sea of blood.
Yin and Yang were constantly reversed, and the power of the Heavenly Dao was forced back to the sea of blood.
The hellfire turned into white snakes and kept spinning around the two figures. Under the calm lake, a Six Paths of Reincarnation Disc with blood dripping everywhere slowly rose.
Correspondingly, countless phantoms formed in the sky.
The shadows overlapped. Under the guidance of the power of the Six Paths of Reincarnation, they returned to the source and gradually returned to one.
The two silhouettes standing face to face had their hands pressed against each other, as if there was a shallow mirror between them.
"Belong to you."
"Return to one."
It was hard to tell if it was the voice of Houtu or Liu Ya. Two star-like lights slowly rose, and the Netherworld began to collapse.
Yang Jian, who was standing not far away, waved his sleeves. Four golden shields that were so weak that they were almost invisible were erected, suppressing the area within a radius of ten thousand kilometers. The Netherworld quickly returned to peace.
After a while, the soft humming sound floated above the sea of blood again.
The voice of the Heavenly Lord of Primordial Beginning sounded, "Nine Polluted Springs return to their positions."
The nine Saints attacked together and guided the Nine Polluted Springs back to their original positions in the world.
Nezha looked at the depths of the sea of blood and could not help but ask, "If that's the case, should the one who appears later be Fellow Daoist Liu Ya or the Lady of Earth?"
"The Lady of Earth," Zi Xia said uncertainly, "But I heard from Master that Liu Ya is actually the reincarnation of the Lady of Earth. Although it's a little difficult to understand the coexistence of the previous life and the current life, the root of everything should still be the Lady of Earth."
"Alright, but I feel that Fellow Daoist Liu Ya and the Lady of Earth are not the same person. In that case …"
Nezha paused, but he did not know what to say.
The atmosphere above the sea of blood was a little dull.
Yang Jian lowered his head and looked at the mirror-like water surface. The water surface reflected his face and figure. Unknowingly, his eyebrows had become a little older, and he was no longer as energetic as when he was young.
It was about to end. All of this.
"Yang Jian?"
A soft voice came from the side. When Yang Jian looked up, he saw a woman in a light purple dress walking towards him step by step with her hands behind her back.
She had a familiar face and a familiar gaze, but she had an unfamiliar aura.
Her figure was slender and slender, and her long hair fell past her waist. Her skin was as white as snow, and she seemed to exude a kind of purity from her very bones.
"Sister or Liu Ya?" Sister or Liuya? "Yang Jian tried to calm himself down and asked.
"Qing Qing." She stood in front of Yang Jian, separated by two feet. Her skirt fluttered lightly.
She stood on her tiptoes and gestured with her hands to show the difference in height between her and Yang Jian.
Yang Jian murmured, "Qing Qing …"
"En, Qing Qing." Her eyes were like water and her words were gentle. "When do we leave? I still have some matters to settle in the Underworld, and I also need some time to consolidate my cultivation. "
"Twenty years later."
Yang Jian casually mentioned a time. Previously, he had clearly said that it would take one to two hundred years to prepare, but Yang Jian was really afraid of the words' delay could lead to unforeseen events'.
It was more satisfying to cut through the Gordian knot.
"That's enough." Qing Qing chuckled and suddenly moved closer to Yang Jian.
Yang Jian's mind was in a mess. He didn't know if he should hide or not.
But anyway, Liu Ya had a memory before the tribulation, and Liu Ya had survived it. Now Liu Ya and Houtu had turned into Qing Qing together. How could he refuse?
Everything seemed to be just right. She stood on her tiptoes and wrapped her arms around Yang Jian's waist, hugging him quietly.
Yang Jian raised his hands, put them down, and raised them again. He gently hugged the beauty in his arms.
"Why do you have to do this?" Yang Jian's voice was a little low.
"It's not hard. This is my wish. I'm just taking this opportunity to satisfy my own selfish desires." Qing Qing pushed Yang Jian away slightly and said, "Even if you go there to seek death, someone should help you sort out your body."
Yang Jian smiled bitterly. "Can't you hope for something better?"
"Then," Qing Qing put her hands behind her back and chuckled, "at the end of the story, we will survive together. Just like at the beginning, there is only you and me."
Yang Jian nodded with a smile. Qing Qing's figure, accompanied by a bell-like chuckle, gradually drifted away from the lake and then disappeared.
Qing Qing.
This was the name given to Liu Ya by Goddess Nuwa. At this time, it was also the name that Liu Ya and Houtu had merged into one.
She had relied on two Great Dao to reach the supreme realm. It was just like how a Saint of Merit was compared to a Saint of the Great Dao. However, at the very least, she was the second supreme expert of the Primordial World. She could also participate in the real battle.
Yang Jian examined the complicated thoughts in his heart. He did not know how to face Qing Qing.
However, since things had come to this, he had to take on more responsibilities.
"Everyone." Yang Jian bowed to the nine Saints in the sky. "Twenty years later, something big will happen. Please prepare early."
Laozi suddenly asked, "How do we go?"
Yang Jian said, "I've already found the way. It's not difficult."
"Okay."
Laozi nodded slightly. The Saints bowed and disappeared together.
Only Zixia stayed. She looked at Yang Jian with a faint smile and called him "Master" with a smile.
"I'm going back to accompany your Master's wife and the others. Where are you going?"
"I'm going to play with Aunt-Master Little Chan 'er for a few years. Then, I'll walk around the Primordial World."
"Let's go." Yang Jian waved his hand. The two of them gradually disappeared into the void.
The sea of blood was a place where countless years of filth had accumulated. However, a clear lake was left in the middle.
Unfortunately, only the Asura could appreciate such a strange scene.
…
Yang Jian treated the past twenty years as his last twenty years in the Primordial World.
To be honest, he did not think that he would be able to escape unscathed this time. However, there were some things that he had to do in life and some things that he had to try.
Even if he knew that the path ahead was difficult and that there was a high chance of survival.
Even if he was a little afraid, how would he know that he could not do it if he did not try?
If he lived a peaceful life, how could he fight for that chance of survival?
It was originally only a few decades of lifespan. How long had it been?
He hugged his beautiful wife, admired the sunset in the western sky, and listened to the immortal music coming from the palace not far away. He actually did not have many regrets in this life.
Twenty years was like a fleeting moment for cultivators.
The Primordial World was busy setting up something, but except for a few Saints and many mighty figures, no one knew what they were doing.
The people who went with Yang Jian on this trip had exceeded the original limit of the Primordial World.
One was a supreme expert, Qing Qing.
Six Saints of the Great Path: Daoist Tianyan, Yuding Zhenren, Yun Xiao, Nezha, Zi Xia, and the Great Sage, Heaven's Equal.
Almost all the ancient mighty figures of the Primordial World were among the one hundred quasi-saints.
Thousands of Daira and more than 20,000 Golden Immortals.
In outer space, almost all the experts of the Spirit race had been deployed. This was the selfishness of Ao Xinke and Xiao Lan. They only wanted to have more combat power so that their husband could have a better chance of survival.
In fact, these combat power had already gathered in outer space in the second year and secretly stationed in a fierce beast warship.
But when Yang Jian was at home, he encountered a few things that gave him a headache.
The three ladies wanted to follow him with their lives, each more determined than the last. They were also afraid that Yang Jian would not take them with him. When they accompanied Yang Jian, they used all kinds of ultimate skills, which made True Lord Erlang feel helpless.
If he had to go, he would die without regrets.
Compared to the three ladies, the other two were extremely "virtuous". His mother and Little Chan 'er were going to live in seclusion in the South Continent, so Yang Jian did not have to worry too much.
That was much more sensible.
Even so, Yang Jian repeatedly reminded Little Chan that if she wanted to find a husband, there was no need to rush for tens of thousands of years. She could wait for him to come back.
With the Howling Celestial Dog guarding her in secret, the Six Friends of Meishan taking care of her, and Chu Qian, Ting Lan, and Cui Zhu advising her, it would be difficult to make Little Chan 'er suffer.
Bai Ze also had to leave for Eternal Divine Nation. Although the old senior was not good at fighting, he had an innate divine ability to avoid disasters and seek blessings. He could be Yang Jian's guide.
The Proud Sky Eagle accompanied them, but it could not play a role in the face of a supreme expert. Instead, Yang Jian handed it over to Ao Xinke, who could ambush a Saint of the Great Path, to protect his backyard.
Everything was set up. What was left next seemed to be absurd.
The warm room, the palace, and the Immortal Pavilion on the mountain.
Yang Jian and the three ladies were inseparable, but Yang Jian always carried a glimmer of hope.
If they could get pregnant, he would have a reason to let them stay in the Primordial Universe.
Moreover, Yang Jian saw the accumulated "will to die" in his mother. It was a sign that her heart was already dead. He was a little worried …
However, no matter how hard he tried, he could not get what he wanted.
Year after year, the plum blossoms on Mei Mountain bloomed nineteen times. At some point, the news that Yang Jian was going to conquer Eternal Divine Nation had spread.
Yang Jian had repeatedly reminded them to keep it a secret, but the news spread like wildfire. He did not know whether to laugh or cry.
He kept it a secret because he was afraid that there would be spies from Eternal Divine Nation in the Primordial Universe.
But now, no matter what, the news had spread, and it could only spread.
It was said that a certain Saint of the Great Path got drunk in the Celestial Court and did not watch his mouth. Then, a fat Celestial Court marshal spread the news everywhere in the world with his hoarse voice.
For a moment, the crowd was surging. Everywhere in the Primordial Universe was filled with cries to follow True Lord Erlang to kill and take revenge.
However, the Saint's declaration made all living beings quiet down.
In order to avoid unnecessary sacrifices, only ten thousand cultivators above the Golden Immortal realm were selected. In this way, another group of experts joined the expedition army.
With everything settled, there were only three months left before the time to set off for battle.
Kong Xuan, Chu Qi, and Ao Fangtian, the three "leaders" of the Spirit race, went to Mei Mountain to "gather". Qing Qing and Yun Xiao also came to Mei Mountain to wait.
Yang Jian, who should have started to calm down from the battle, "took the risk" and lingered with his three wives for a few days.
This time, what Yang Jian did not expect was that this lady's waist, which could not even be grasped by a single hand, finally moved.
It was Xiao Lan, who was also a human.
At his realm, if his wife was pregnant, he could confirm it in two or three days.
After confirming that Xiao Lan was pregnant, the family celebrated in ecstasy. Only Xiao Lan cried and made a scene. She tore down half of a palace.
However, she did not dare to give up her pregnancy and follow Yang Jian with all her might. In the next three months, she could only cry every day.
Her mother-in-law and aunt, who were originally going to live in seclusion, did not mention anything about living in seclusion. They took Xiao Lan to live with them at the back of the mountain and took good care of her.
She could give birth after ten months of pregnancy. However, it had only been eighty to ninety days since Yang Jian left the Primordial World.
The Saints had advised Yang Jian to stop for a year and a half, but Yang Jian still insisted on following his original plan and did not delay any further.
He was also afraid that he would have more worries in his heart. He was afraid that he would retreat when he had to fight with his life on the line …
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