"Master has died, and the Ren School has no leader. Senior Brother, the Ren School has yet to choose the next disciple. This is your chance!"
Li Xuanao seemed to have thought of something. His eyes lit up and he said anxiously.
Li Daokong snorted. "You and I are no longer disciples of the Ren School. Don't have any ideas about the Ren School. Even without Master, do you think the Ren School will disperse?"
Li Xuanao frowned.
Li Daokong shook his head and said, "Junior Brother, your vision is still too narrow. The Destiny Sect is not as simple as you think. Otherwise, why do the Buddhist Sect and the Jie Jiao Sect always revive and reform after dispersing?"
Li Xuan 'ao's frown deepened upon hearing this.
Li Daokong ignored him and walked out of the hall. He faced the east and bowed slightly.
He was a quasi-Saint. He had already sensed that the karma between him and Li Muyi had been severed. This meant that Li Muyi was really dead.
No matter what conflicts they had in the past, without Li Muyi, there would be no Li Daokong today.
All Li Daokong could do was bow. He could not kill Han Yan for Li Muyi.
When Li Muyi chased after him, only Han Yan was willing to take him in.
"The world is about to change."
Li Daokong muttered to himself and narrowed his eyes.
He seemed to see the 33 heavens in chaos.
…
Two thousand years had passed.
[Primordial Heavenly Prison enslaved successfully.]
[Qiu Xilai has a good impression of you. Current favorability: full stars.]
Han Yan opened his eyes and smiled in satisfaction.
He stared at Qiu Xilai.
Qiu Xilai seemed to have had a dream. He opened his eyes and looked at Han Yan. He hurriedly stood up and bowed.
Recalling the past, he was filled with guilt and said, "I'm sorry. I don't know what happened in the past, but I actually … Ah!"
Han Yan smiled and said, "Let bygones be bygones. Is the spirit of the Heavenly Law still around?"
In the process of enslaving Qiu Xilai, he also gave Qiu Xilai an Absolute Purification, but it was unknown whether he had eliminated the Spirit of the Heavenly Dao.
Qiu Xilai replied, "The Mark of the Heavenly Way in my body has been removed, but the Spirit of the Heavenly Way is still there. I have been unable to capture the Spirit of the Heavenly Way."
Han Yan frowned. If that was the case, then the spirit of the Heavenly Law was still his greatest enemy.
"If the Spirit of the Heavenly Axiom comes looking for you again, you should act according to the situation. Don't directly expose our relationship," Han Yan said seriously.
Qiu Xilai nodded.
Then, Han Yan moved Qiu Xilai to the 33rd floor of Heaven. At the same time, he asked Zhang Jiao to leave.
Before Qiu Xilai returned to the dojo, the other Sages came looking for him.
"Han Yan let you go?"
"I thought you were dead. Since you're alive, then what about Li Muyi?"
"Tsk, tsk. You actually survived. What a pity."
"Is what Han Yan said true? Did you really find Luo Hou? "
In the face of the Sages' questions, Qiu Xilai's expression was calm.
He sighed and said, "Fellow Daoist Li Muyi is dead. It's all my fault for finding him to plot against Han Yan. Han Yan is telling the truth. We did find Luo Hou. This is our fault. Han Yan let me go because I protected his disciple during the last calamity. I will be grounded and reflect on myself."
As soon as he finished speaking, he turned around and returned to his dojo.
The other Sages looked at each other and did not speak for a long time.
Did Qiu Xilai give in?
They knew Qiu Xilai too well. This matter was unusual. What kind of method did Han Yan use?
On the other side.
A line of words appeared in front of Han Yan.
[Cundi has developed hatred towards you. Current Hatred Points: 4 stars.]
Cundi!
What a familiar name!
Han Yan immediately checked his interpersonal relationships.
[Cundi: Saint of the Great Path, the Immeasurable Emperor, the founder of Buddhism. Because you cut off his karma with Qiu Xilai, he has developed hatred towards you. Current Hatred Points: 4 stars.]
Yu Bodhi was the ancestor of Buddhism, and Cundi was the founder of Buddhism. What was the relationship between the two of them?
Han Yan had heard of Cundi's name on Earth before. He and Daoist Jie Yin were the leaders of the Western Sect, which was also the leaders of Buddhism.
Those legends should be the heavenly projections of the Sages. They might not be true, but they were traceable.
In the face of Cundi's hatred, Han Yan did not panic at all.
The array formation of the dojo had been upgraded to the level of a Saint of the Great Path. It could even block the prying of the Great Path. It was very stable.
Why didn't Li Muyi's backer hate Han Yan?
Could it be that the Grand Supreme was really heartless?
Han Yan stopped thinking about it and continued to cultivate.
In the past 2,000 years, he could not cultivate in peace. Even with Zhang Jiao around, he was afraid that Qiu Xilai would suddenly run away.
Next, he should cultivate well.
Han Yan was addicted to cultivation. If he did not cultivate in seclusion for a period of time, he would not feel comfortable.
…
Under the Fusang Tree.
All the disciples were cultivating. Wudao Jian opened her eyes and complained, "You always rely on brute force!"
Tu Ling-er smiled proudly and said, "I'm a Shamanism. I have the bloodline of the Witch Ancestor. Breaking all methods with brute force is the inheritance of my Shamanism!"
The two women had just gone through a simulation trial, and Wudao Jian was defeated again.
Wudao Jian was about to speak when the Fusang Tree suddenly shook violently. The disciples under the tree were so shocked that they opened their eyes.
Heiyu Ji asked, "What's wrong with you?"
The Fusang Tree replied, "The Great Thousand World that I'm connected to is gone, and the space-time channel is closed."
The Great Thousand World was gone?
Long Hao could not help but ask, "Should we tell Master?"
Heiyu Ji glared at him and said angrily, "Does the Great Thousand World belong to Master? Don't disturb Master's cultivation. "
He looked at the Fusang Tree and said, "Did this affect you?"
"No … I was just scared."
"Don't make a fuss. I think you're a woman."
"What do you mean?"
Heiyu Ji was about to explain when he suddenly felt the gazes from Li Yao, Wudao Jian, Tu Ling-er, and Xiao 'er. He was so scared that he quickly shut up.
This small episode did not affect Han Yan.
…
Under the white clouds in the sky, the mountains rose and fell. The mountain ranges were like dragon ridges crawling on the ground. The strange mountains and high forests were lofty and majestic. Rows of demon birds circled above the mountains and forests. From time to time, the roars of ferocious beasts and demon beasts could be heard.
There was a Taoist temple at the top of a straight mountain.
The Taoist temple was very simple. There were colorful flowers and plants planted beside it.
At this moment, a middle-aged man was kneeling in front of the Taoist temple.
"Father, the Han family really needs you. You've never really helped us. Do you really want the Han family to be wiped out?"
The middle-aged man was in tears. He felt very wronged.
The door of the Taoist temple suddenly opened.
Han Tuo slowly walked out. He was still so young. Compared to the middle-aged man, he looked more like a son.
Seeing Han Tuo come out, the middle-aged man was so excited that he crawled forward.
Han Tuo frowned. His eyes were full of disappointment.
He was too disappointed in his son. He always came to trouble him.
He had walked the world alone and reached his current level.
Han Tuo said, "I'll help you one last time. Choose a disciple of the family, and I'll pass on my cultivation to him. From now on, I'll leave this world. You'll have to rely on yourselves in the future."
Hearing that, the middle-aged man was moved. He asked carefully, "Where are you going? Can you bring the Han family with you? "
Han Tuo snorted and said, "What Han family? You created it for your own selfish desires. You're far inferior to your sister. That's it. Don't force me to change my mind."
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