The order had been set long ago. Thanks to the Bell of Chaos, the Zenith Heaven Dao Fruit could be formed. That was why he could see it clearly.
"Heaven and earth are heartless. Before Donghuang Taiyi self-destructed, he already knew the result of the Great Shaman-Demon War."
Mu Qingxiao sighed softly. If Donghuang Taiyi didn't die, he would definitely become a Saint after the Great Shaman-Demon War!
However, there were no ifs in the world. There was only cause and effect. The Great Shaman-Demon War was a disaster. Neither the Twelve Shaman Ancestors nor the demons could avoid it. That was the Heavenly Dao.
Mu Qingxiao stared at the Bell of Chaos and smiled faintly. "As a Chaos Treasure, you should be above the Heavenly Dao."
Clang!
With a thought, the Bell of Chaos rang. It turned into the size of a palm and landed in Mu Qingxiao's palm.
He glanced around and the jade platform under him. It seemed that Dijiang only hid the Bell of Chaos and didn't leave anything behind.
Now that he thought about it, it was all thanks to the Jade Emperor's Supreme Heavenly Mirror that he was able to enter this battlefield by accident, obtain this fortuitous encounter, and enter the Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal Realm in one fell swoop.
If the Jade Emperor knew that he used the Supreme Heavenly Mirror and became a Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal, how would he feel?
Mu Qingxiao returned to the Small World under the white light when he came back to his senses.
The Small World was no longer hazy. Three hundred and sixty-five bright stars hung in the sky, illuminating the entire Small World.
"Not only did the territory expand, but the laws were also supplemented."
The Small World was developing into a Middle World. Mu Qingxiao was naturally overjoyed. He stepped forward and returned to Emperor Stepping Peak.
After the previous changes, he couldn't see the end of Emperor Stepping Peak when he looked up from below. It was majestic and majestic.
He stepped forward lightly and his body rose. In the blink of an eye, he appeared ten thousand meters high in the sky.
Standing ten thousand meters above the ground, Mu Qingxiao smiled as he looked at the hundred-million-year-old Divine Tree rooted in the mountain. Its branches were as thick as a horned dragon.
He knew that this tree was very mysterious, but he didn't know where it came from. He also didn't know why it had appeared in the Minor Thousand World.
After the Small World grew, the Hundred Million Year Divine Tree also grew healthily. It exuded an exuberant life force, nourishing the mountains, rivers, and ancient trees.
Since she could not figure it out, Mu Qingxiao did not continue to think about it. She turned into a beam of sword light and disappeared in a flash. In the next second, she appeared at the top of the hundred-million-year-old divine tree.
He landed on an indescribably thick branch. Perhaps it could no longer be called a branch, but rather a square.
Mu Qingxiao sensed with her immortal soul, and a gentle smile appeared on her face. She walked forward and saw a beautiful woman.
"Husband?"
The Weaving Girl seemed to sense something and turned around. When she saw his figure, she was pleasantly surprised and threw herself into his arms with a gust of fragrant wind.
Hugging the soft and fragrant beauty, Mu Qingxiao's lower abdomen surged with a nefarious fire.
"Vega, did you miss me?"
"Yes, I did."
The Weaving Girl nodded slightly and leaned into his arms, greedily sniffing the fragrance of his body.
Seeing this, Mu Qingxiao's hands mischievously pinched her butt a few times. He had a naughty smile on his face and murmured, "How much did you miss me?"
The Weaving Girl's delicate and flawless face blushed. She squeezed her fists and hammered his chest a few times. Her beautiful eyes sparkled, and she was full of charm.
Mu Qingxiao's eyes were sharp and his hands were fast. He grabbed her by the waist and carried her in a princess carry. As she cried out in surprise, he carried her behind the huge leaf of the Hundred Million Year Divine Tree.
Rainbow feather clothes fell, and two figures intertwined on the leaf. Red waves rolled, multicolored light circulated, and purple Qi rose.
Not long after, a pleasant sound like weeping and complaining rang out. Spring light filled the garden, and no one would know.
About two hours later, the smooth and unrestrained battle came to an abrupt end with a lovable moan.
Lying on the branches and leaves, Mu Qingxiao looked at the Weaving Girl. She had just endured the rain and was exhausted. She had fallen asleep sweetly, and there was still a lingering charm on her beautiful face.
Immortal Qi surged, cleansing the two of them. Only then did Mu Qingxiao condense a feather robe for her. With a wave of his sleeve, Immortal Qi condensed into a bed, and he gently placed her on it.
Then, white light enveloped them, and Mu Qingxiao left the small world.
A few seconds after he left, sparse sounds suddenly came from behind the huge leaf. A fair and tender hand pushed the leaf aside, and a beautiful figure walked out.
"Mas … Master."
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After leaving the small world and returning to the belly of the Dijiang, Mu Qingxiao's starry eyes scanned the surroundings. After confirming that there was nothing left behind, he turned into a ray of light and flew up into the sky.
After leaving the sparkling cave, what entered his sight was the towering ancient tree and the incomparably dense, almost solid, murderous aura in the surroundings.
This used to be a battlefield. Countless living beings of the Liches and Demons were buried here. Perhaps it was more appropriate to describe this place as a tomb.
In Mu Qingxiao's information, he didn't remember the original book mentioning this place, so he didn't know where he was.
Thinking of this, he rose into the air and turned into a ray of sword light, flying toward the west.
"Boom!"
Suddenly, a dull sound rang out, as if something had rushed out of the water. Mu Qingxiao's body paused in the void. He looked up slightly, and his starry eyes suddenly narrowed.
"This …"
What entered his eyes was a vast expanse of white snow. In front of him, there was a majestic and majestic mountain that was like a heavenly pillar that towered into the sky.
The mountain stretched for thousands of miles, shrouded in multicolored light, and dense Immortal Qi. The flowers and trees on it were verdant, and there were countless rare treasures and strange beasts. The waterfall was thousands of feet high, and it was like the Milky Way falling from the Ninth Heaven. The clouds were rosy, and everything was emitting rays of light.
"Kunlun Celestial Mountain!"
Mu Qingxiao muttered in disbelief. He looked back, and the shock on his face froze. Dijiang's body, which had turned into a mountain behind him, had disappeared. It was replaced by a field of white snow.
Suppressing the shock in his heart, Mu Qingxiao tried to go back the way he came. After running for hundreds of miles, it was still a field of white snow. There was no turbulent Evil Qi in the space, only a trace of coolness.
And the battlefield had also mysteriously disappeared.
Coming back to his senses, Mu Qingxiao frowned. He felt a little incredulous. Could it be that the space was sealed in another space, like his own small world?
Thinking of this, Mu Qingxiao's hand pulled in the void. A dark crack appeared, and finally turned into a door.
Entering the door, Mu Qingxiao stepped out of the void a hundred miles away. What he saw was still a field of white snow.
"It really disappeared."
Standing in the void, Mu Qingxiao took a deep breath. It seemed that he had really stumbled into an incredible place.
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