After twenty years of conflict, the Taoist Palace was established and stabilized the universe. There were battles and bloody battles during this period, but the Taoist Palace didn't suffer much.
In the past twenty years, the Gods and the Underworld had been at war. This war showed the world how terrifying the two great inheritances were. They could overturn the universe. If it wasn't for the hatred between the two sides, either side could rule the universe.
The Underworld sent out several armies, numbering in the millions. They appeared everywhere and destroyed many statues, starting a war with the Gods.
What was terrifying was that many of the masters sent by the Underworld were famous figures from ancient times. Some of them had been recorded in history and were still remembered to this day.
Those were their corpses. After hundreds of thousands of years, their corpses had gained sentience and vitality, becoming new life forms.
And all of this was the work of the Underworld. This was a terrifying inheritance. They had an important position in the entire history of cultivators. They paid attention to the heroes of each generation and transported their bodies away. This kind of huge action and project made people feel terrified.
In this war, a statue from the Gods also shocked the human world. Some people heard an important ancient corpse commander of the Underworld call it a general from the era of the Celestial Court.
A stone man that had been carved into a statue and had gained sentience after millions of years of worship was really shocking.
In fact, it wasn't a general from the era of the Emperors, but a man-made holy spirit. Its body was carved with all kinds of runes of the Great Path. It was originally made to commemorate a general from the Celestial Court, but after a long period of evolution, it had gained sentience and psychic power.
After twenty years of war, the two behemoths fought until the galaxy collapsed. Both suffered heavy losses, and the power and backup they used were also scary.
It was chaotic and blood flowed like rivers.
The Taoist Palace was developing, and the Undying Empress' dynasty was also dormant. There was no bloody war, but everyone knew that there would be one.
The universe was divided by the four great forces. No one dared to act rashly, and it was impossible to start a war in a short period of time.
During this period, many Five-Colored Altars and Ancient Royal Platforms were repaired. The Stargate appeared once again, and traveling between different parts of the universe was no longer as difficult.
Although the Celestial Court was very powerful and had annexed many territories of the Divine Court, it was still lacking compared to the four behemoths. Whether it was in terms of the number one expert of the church or in terms of overall strength, they couldn't be mentioned in the same breath.
It was possible for them to become the fifth major force, but not yet.
There were many experts with great potential in the sect, and their prospects were bright. However, they still couldn't truly rule over the world. There were many variables, and as a result, they weren't listed as a colossus among their peers.
Of course, there definitely wouldn't be anyone who dared look down on them. How powerful was the emperor back then? However, he had previously fled from the Celestial Court, this place making even those who achieved the dao feel restraining fear.
Big Dipper was previously ruined, destroyed beyond recognition, corpses everywhere, blood flowing like rivers.
Later on, someone smelted the shattered stars into one and moved the sun, moon, and stars over to fill up the starry sky that had been smashed into nothingness. It was equivalent to recreating the Milky Way and reopening the world.
Several hundred years had passed. Regardless of whether it was the cracks in the mountains, rivers, or the wounds in people's hearts, everything had almost been healed. The mortals had already changed generation after generation …
Even though the blood and chaos of the past were still circulating in this world, the beautiful and auspicious things still existed in the end, never erasing the longing in people's hearts.
The Eastern Wasteland was extremely vast. There were seven great life restricted regions here, the source of the darkness chaos.
The mountains of corpses had long since disappeared, melted into the yellow earth.
Now, this place was still beautiful, just like in the past. There were magnificent mountains and rivers, the miracles of the world, and the legends of the immortal medicine that attracted people of the world.
And now, the Star Gate had revived. The Five-Colored Altar, the Ancient Imperial Platform, and all kinds of the most complicated transport formations saw the light of day one after another. They were dug out from the ruins, and there were also some masterpieces from the later generations of the Desolate Era that were used.
This starry domain was no longer just the world of the Northern Dipper people. There were also cultivators from all over the cosmos. People came here with complicated emotions, wanting to see the so-called Emperor Burial Star.
There were some who came on a pilgrimage, kowtowing every three steps as they walked towards the seclusion places of those ancient great emperors, dao rites, and other places.
There were some who came because of hatred. They gazed into the great life restricted regions, not daring to approach. They paced back and forth, inwardly cursing. It was precisely these places that produced supreme beings, killing their seniors, causing so many people to fall.
"This is the Ji Family's ruins! What a grand mountain range, what majestic mountains and rivers." Someone sighed in admiration.
"These mountains used to be divine islands, all of them floating in the sky. Later on, they were blasted down by the shockwaves of the supreme beings' battle, or else they would be many times more magnificent than this."
There were quite a few people in front of the southern region's ancient ruins. Many of them were deeply moved. Back then, the Void Emperor fought with his life on the line, yet in the end, half of his immortal mirror dyed the void in blood, making people shed tears.
Many people headed south, gazing at the Desolate Era's restricted regions. This was perhaps the only restricted region that wasn't viewed as an enemy by others. It was rumored that the darkness chaos was quelled precisely by the existence of this place.
The nine sacred mountains had long been destroyed, the whereabouts of the divine medicines unknown, only leaving behind remains in the abyss. Only, no one knew if the empress was still there, so no one dared to enter.
It was because the aura of seizing time was still there, as if it was foretelling something.
"I heard that back then, the human race's Ye Fan prospered precisely here. I wonder if this is true or false." An expert from the Heavenly Horse Race said.
"Of course it's true. He went in and out several times, plucking the undying fruit, and only then did the sea of bitterness disappear, allowing him to walk on the path of cultivation." Someone sighed softly.
"Time and fate, if not for the great natural luck here back then, perhaps there wouldn't be today's Quasi-emperor, the assassin of the ancient emperor's children."
Many people hated the fact that they were born at the wrong time. If they were also born in that era, they might have been able to replace him, becoming the one with the great opportunity back then.
Some people were always like this, always full of regret and yearning towards the past. The true opportunity was only in front of them, yet they couldn't grasp it in the end.
"Master, you are still well. This disciple is at ease." Outside the crowd, a figure stood there, silently gazing into the horizon, seemingly thinking about many things.
"Yi, isn't that Long Yuxuan? One of the few experts in the Northern Dipper Race." Someone noticed him, revealing a strange expression.
Long Yuxuan didn't say anything, walking into the distance.
"I heard that he is the disciple of the Divine Physique Ye Fan. I wonder if it's true?"
"Back then, he was adopted by the Old Peng King. He did his best to open the heavenly gate of the Sky Peng bloodline, passing on the secret technique to him. It's a pity that the Old Peng King failed his closed-door cultivation, otherwise the Dipper Race would definitely have produced another Great Sage."
The people sighed. Hearing this, Long Yuxuan revealed a sad expression, and left without looking back.
"It's time to meet up with my junior." He sighed softly.
A daoist priest was walking in the mortal world, treating each and every believer seriously. His name was Zhang Qingyang, and he had returned from the outer realms after the dark chaos ended. He was like an ascetic monk, not using magic power or divine arts, preaching the dao in the mortal world.
In these years, his research on faith had reached a level that could shake the heavens and the earth. It had to be said that his talent in this aspect was rarely seen since ancient times.
In these hundreds of years, apart from Long Yuxuan, no one knew that there was such an unparalleled genius in the mortal world, achieving achievements that could shake the ancients and dazzle the contemporaries.
This kind of achievement was not reflected in battle prowess, but rather in his analysis and understanding of the power of faith, surpassing the sages of the past.
"Junior, have you discovered anything new?" Long Yuxuan asked.
"There is an astonishing discovery. We have to tell master immediately. I discovered that the power of faith can allow one to live in the hearts of all living beings. It really is a kind of direction for longevity." Zhang Qingyang bade farewell to the mortal world. After freeing himself from his research, he was extremely excited, and his temperament did not match his usual divine preacher temperament.
"Is it feasible?" Long Yuxuan was doubtful.
"It's feasible. There were some supreme beings in the ancient times who researched the power of faith, and it's not without reason. It's really too useful. The so-called afterlife is related to this." The more Zhang Qingyang spoke, the more excited he became. In the end, he even brought up an earth-shattering guess, saying, "I suspect that Amitabha is still alive today, waiting to reincarnate. The Undying Heavenly Emperor might not be dead, and will appear sooner or later. Since ancient times, the two of them have walked the furthest on this path! "
Long Yuxuan was shocked. What kind of freak was his own junior brother exactly? What exactly did he research?
"My guess might be true. Amitabha has always been sitting cross-legged in the hearts of Buddhist disciples, and has never been erased. The so-called reincarnation, the so-called afterlife, is possible." Zhang Qingyang forcefully waved his fist, extremely excited.
When they passed by a place in the southern region, the two of them stopped and gazed into the distance. Auspicious multicolored light surged in tens of thousands of streaks. This was the Wavering Light Holy Land.
The current sect master was a woman named Wei Wei. Not only was she unparalleled in the Wavering Light Realm, but she also had the power of the number one expert of the Big Dipper. Her strength was unfathomable.
"This woman is too special. She didn't say anything, but I heard that she is already the Quasi-emperor."
"Oh, that's right, the people from the Humble Peak have returned a long time ago. Let's bring that martial uncle to see master." When Long Yuxuan mentioned that martial uncle, a strange expression appeared on his face.
The Humble Peak had long been destroyed and no longer existed. Now, it was merely a new peak. Zhang Wenchang was very peaceful now, no longer feeling sad about the past. He had completely embarked on the path of cultivation.
However, his cultivation base really made people speechless. Several hundred years had passed, and he had finally stepped into the second level of immortal-foundation. In this environment where cultivation was easy, he could be considered a strange flower in the camp of demon-level geniuses like Ye Fan.
"Martial uncle, how long is it until the third severance of immortals becomes king?" Zhang Qingyang asked.
"Roughly another 500 years." Zhang Wenchang seriously pondered for a moment before replying.
Zhang Qingyang and Long Yuxuan staggered at the same time. This martial uncle of theirs was hopeless, yet he was still so serious and serious in his cultivation. This caused these two demon-level geniuses in different domains to be truly speechless, unable to say anything.
"Let's go take another look at the divine embryo of the Jade Lake. Back then when Ye Fan left, he was very worried about it. Tens of years ago, the Jade Lake returned again, and that divine embryo should have been brought back as well," Zhang Wenchang said.
"Right, we originally wanted to take a look around." Long Yuxuan nodded.
The Jade Lake had been reconstructed, and the scenery now was still beautiful and auspicious. They saw the nine-orifice divine stone under the immortality peach tree, and the divine embryo inside had yet to be born.
"You guys came at the right time. I have something here to give to Ye Fan. You can pass it to the Ji Clan." The holy maiden of the Jade Lake had long since become the holy lord of a sect. Her beauty was unmatched throughout the generations, and she was one of the few most beautiful women in the world.
Her slender figure was graceful and elegant, and her jade-white face was filled with solemnity. She solemnly passed over a stone box, handing it to Zhang Wenchang and the others.
When they opened the stone box, they saw half a broken copper plate, mottled with rust, almost rotting away.
Upon closer inspection, they discovered that this was half a copper mirror, riddled with thousands of holes. Rather than saying those were rust stains, it would be better to say that they were dried bloodstains.
"This is …" They were all shocked.
The three of them left the Jade Lake with complicated emotions, their minds unsettled. They hurried to their next destination -- the Western Desert.
Back then, Mount Meru smashed into the path of immortality and broke into pieces. Now, it towered here in ruins. For a long period of time, this place was a ghost land.
Within the deathly silence, ghost flames flickered. From time to time, the chanting of scriptures could be heard.
Several hundred years had passed. Bodhi trees could be seen everywhere, and Mount Meru no longer lacked vitality. There were a few palaces that shone, and grand chanting of scriptures could be heard from time to time.
"We don't have any other intentions. We just want to know if Bodhisattva An Miaoyi is still alive. This is already the seventeenth time we have come to inquire. Please tell us the truth."
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