In the Xisheng Region, while the Luo Clan was holding their wedding banquet in Crimson South City.
In the depths of the Great Desolate Mountains, who knew how many billions of miles away, Xiao Yang and Gu Wudi finally found the Great Mountain Chieftain.
Immortal fog covered the land. The mountains were surrounded by green orchids, and celestial herbs were everywhere. They could even see the auspicious purple fog.
In the mountains, there was a simple thatched hut next to a waterfall, and there was a small pond.
An old man in a white robe with a sage-like demeanor was fishing by the pond. However, his eyes were closed as if he was taking a nap.
However, from the pond in front of them, Xiao Yang, Gu Wudi, and the others could see many chaotic scenes of war and war.
This was a mysterious and indescribable Divine Power. Even though he was here, he knew what was happening in the world.
This made them admire him immensely.
"Greetings, Mountain Master."
Xiao Yang, Gu Wudi, and the others were almost certain that the white-robed old man in front of them was the mysterious Mountain Master.
He was also the person they had been looking for.
"I already know why you are here."
The Mountain Master opened his eyes. He did not say anything, but his eyes were empty, and looked a little scary.
Xiao Yang and the others were shocked. They did not expect the Mountain Master to be blind.
"The Upper World invaded, and the Nine Mountains were destroyed. The Nine Mountains Immortal Seal was also lost. Master, the Second Mountain Master, is also missing. Tianlu City has fallen, and the Eight Desolates Ten Regions are now without a leader. We need you to take charge of everything …"
However, Xiao Yang still spoke, his face full of sincerity.
He also wanted to ask the Mountain Master about his bloodline, but there were outsiders here, so it was not convenient to ask.
"I already know about your situation. After your old friend, you should still have relatives in this world."
"The world is unfair, and the Deserted World is in chaos. I should go and see my old friends."
The Mountain Master looked at Xiao Yang and spoke softly.
But for some reason, Xiao Yang, Gu Wudi, and the others couldn't help but shudder. They felt that the Mountain Lord was not as aloof as they thought. Instead, he exuded an aura that sent chills down their backs.
Then, the Mountain Lord waved his sleeves. With a buzzing sound, it was as if some kind of natural law had descended.
Then, under the horrified gazes of Xiao Yang, Gu Wudi, and the others, the more than 607 mountains, great lakes, deep valleys, and even some nearby tribes were instantly reduced to ashes. In an instant, this place had become a real desert.
"Illusory and real, real and illusory. When can we reach that stage?" The Great Mountain Master shook his head and sighed.
Xiao Yang and company were so shocked that they were speechless. Could it be that everything they saw along the way was an illusion? Or was it all created by the Mountain Lord?
In that case, just how terrifying and unfathomable was his cultivation level?
"Let's go."
The Mountain Lord did not intend to explain too much to them. A crack appeared in the space in front of him, and he led them into it.
"Mountain Lord, where are we going?" Xiao Yang couldn't help but ask. He didn't understand why the Mountain Lord didn't tell them anything. He didn't even ask about their plans or motives.
"Go look for your clansmen. Don't you want to know the origin of your bloodline?" The Mountain Lord calmly replied.
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"Why did the Young City Lord come to this wedding?"
At this moment, in the Luo Clan's hall.
The Luo Clan Master was also stunned. He didn't know why the Young City Lord came to this wedding at this time.
Logically speaking, how could a small clan like the Luo Clan be worthy of Yan Ming's attention and even come personally?
"I heard that Ying 'er and Yan Ming once cultivated in the Myriad Daos Academy. The two of them are fellow disciples. Could it be because of this?"
He guessed in his heart. However, he quickly got up and went to the hall to welcome them.
Logically speaking, Yan Ming's arrival was a matter of honor for the Luo Clan.
"Why is Yan Ming here?"
Although Luo Ying's face was covered by the red veil, she could hear the voices outside the hall. She was also puzzled and couldn't help but frown.
She knew that Yan Ming had once expressed his admiration for her, but was unfortunately rejected by her.
This gave birth to a faint uneasy premonition in her heart. She was afraid that this wedding would not go so smoothly.
At this moment, she secretly glanced at Luo Feng through the gap of the red veil.
Luo Feng's current state was a little strange to her. His eyes were not as dull as before.
Instead, they were more lively. There was even a faint divine light flowing in them.
However, all in all, he was still in a confused state.
This made Luo Ying very curious. Could it be that Luo Feng had been pretending to be stupid all these years? Or was there another reason for his stupor?
The current Luo Feng was indeed very different from the previous Luo Feng.
To be more precise, his mind was in a mess. There was more of a slight stabbing pain.
It was a feeling like his consciousness was shattered and many broken memories were recovering and fusing together.
However, because there were too many broken memories, it was like a collapsing mountain flood. This caused him to be in a state of stupor for more than twenty years.
Therefore, in the eyes of outsiders, there was no problem with Luo Feng's spirit. No spiritual medicine or sacred item could cure his condition.
It was only because he had fused with the memories for too long.
"So my name is Luo Feng now? It seems that after that battle, my spirit was indeed shattered. I didn't expect to lose the Battle of Plundering the Heavens. "
At this moment, Luo Feng gently closed his eyes and softly muttered to himself in his heart.
The scenes of the past twenty years began to flash through his mind like lightning. Many lights and shadows flashed past and gradually became clear.
Many things and many people appeared in his mind one by one. This made him sigh.
Countless years ago, the Upper Realm and the Deserted World were shattered into countless pieces because of the destruction of the 8,000 provinces and the collapse of the Immortal Palace.
As the Wind Ancestor, he was an existence in the Immortal Palace that controlled the four supreme laws of earth, water, fire, and wind. His cultivation had already surpassed the ordinary Immortal Realm at that time.
Among the Four Ancestors of Earth, Water, Fire, and Wind, he was the most fortunate. When the Immortal Palace collapsed, he escaped with his life. The others all died tragically.
After that, the huge Upper Realm was sunk. Many territories were turned into ruins and collapsed into dust overnight.
It could be said that the apocalyptic catastrophe almost caused the Dao Laws of the entire heavens and realms to collapse.
Thousands of Immortals died. The heavens and earth could not bear the power that surpassed the Immortal Realm. Many Immortal Realm existences fled to another independent world.
Because of this opportunity, he was extremely daring and took advantage of the chaos to steal the Epoch Tree from the upper realm that was almost destroyed in the catastrophe.
After that, he gathered the remnant Immortals who were lucky enough to survive and participated in the so-called War of Plundering the Heavens in a vain attempt to control the entire Upper Realm.
As the name implied, in this war, they tried to steal the Heavenly Dao's authority.
Unfortunately, they failed in the end. Everyone was injured. He almost died. With only a breath left, he escaped to the Deserted World that was already separated from the Upper Realm. He then named this place the Eight Desolates Ten Regions.
However, although they failed in the War of Plundering the Heavens, they still stole part of the Heavenly Dao's rules and integrated it into the almost withered Epoch Tree. They tried to evolve the Eight Desolates Ten Regions into a supreme world similar to the Upper Realm.
Therefore, it was not an exaggeration to say that he was the ancestor of the entire Eight Desolates Ten Regions.
Many memories flashed through Luo Feng's mind. He gradually calmed down. It seemed that the backup plan he had set up back then was effective.
He did not die. He was just reincarnated.
In this life, his name was Luo Feng. Previously, because his memories were not fully integrated, he became a fool and was mocked by others for more than 20 years.
"It seems that the Upper Realm has indeed gone crazy in these years after I died. They have been trying to invade, but unfortunately, they can't find that thing at all."
"The Epoch Tree's existence is not something an Immortal Realm cultivator can touch. Back then, we inscribed many secret methods to stabilize its aura."
Luo Feng sneered faintly in his heart.
Since he dared to steal the Epoch Tree, he naturally had the confidence to do so. He was not afraid that the Upper Realm would find him now.
Moreover, after the catastrophe, the entire Upper Realm's power system had almost collapsed. There were no Immortal Realm cultivators now.
Even if the Upper Realm attacked, they could only return empty-handed in the end.
"The three barriers we set up back then have been breached. However, it doesn't matter. Although it was an accident that I woke up in this life, it seems that it was destined."
Recalling what had happened in Eight Desolation Ten Regions during this time, Luo Feng was not worried.
As the Wind Ancestor of the Four Ancestors of Earth, Water, Wind, and Fire, he had many tricks up his sleeve. Back then, he had a premonition that he might die, so he left behind many contingencies.
Back then, each of his four subordinates was an Immortal Realm cultivator at their peak.
After so many years, they had probably become an unimaginably powerful faction.
Although he had just woken up, the imprint of the Immortal Path branded in the depths of his spirit could not be erased.
In this era, although it was difficult to bear the power of the Immortal Path, given enough time, he believed he could use the Epoch Tree's existence to break the shackles of the rules of heaven and earth.
If there were no Immortals in the Upper Realm, what did he have to fear?
Luo Feng turned to look at the woman wearing a phoenix coronet and a robe with a complicated expression.
Although he had just woken up, he still remembered what Luo Ying had done all these years. After all, to Luo Ying, he was just a fool and did not hide many things from him.
"Ning 'er's descendant. Speaking of which, she looks very similar to Ning' er. As my wife in this life, is she planning to make it up to me? "
Luo Feng smiled bitterly in his heart. He could naturally feel the bloodline power in Luo Ying's body.
Speaking of which, Luo Ying was the descendant of an old friend, but she looked very similar to an old friend who was very close to him in the past.
Unfortunately, that old friend eventually married someone else because of other reasons, and the two of them ended up together.
Just as Luo Feng's heart was filled with complicated feelings, footsteps sounded outside the hall.
His father in this life and many guests today walked in, but their attitudes were unusually respectful and careful as they led the way in front.
Several people walked in behind them, led by a young man who looked like a banished immortal. There were many people behind him, men and women, old and strong.
Luo Feng recognized the current Young Lord of Crimson South City, Yan Ming, but at this moment, Yan Ming was respectfully standing behind the young man.
As for the group of people behind him, they made his heart tremble. He could not see through them.
Whether it was the burly figure who looked like a God of War, the beautiful woman in the black dress, or the old man in the gray robe with a profound aura, he could not see through them.
Although he did not have much cultivation now, his eyesight was still there, but now he could not see through this group of people.
This made Luo Feng's heart tremble, and he tried to guess the origin and purpose of this group of people.
Moreover, he did not know why, but when Luo Feng looked at the young man, he could not help but feel a little scared.
This made him feel very strange.
As the Wind Ancestor of the Immortal Palace, he even dared to steal the fate of the Upper Realm. Was there anything in this world that could make him feel scared?
He wondered if it was because he had just recovered and his memory was a little chaotic.
"Young Master, please!"
The Clan Head of the Luo Clan and the others looked very respectful at this moment. They carefully accompanied him, afraid that they would accidentally anger Gu Changge who was at the side.
They thought that Yan Ming was coming to participate in the wedding banquet today, so everyone went out to welcome him. However, they found that Yan Ming was actually respectfully accompanying another young man.
This made their hearts tremble, and their eyes widened. They did not dare to be negligent.
Even Yan Ming had such an attitude, which was enough to show that the other party's origin was unimaginable.
They did not dare to guess at all.
However, Gu Changge did not pay attention to the Luo Clan Master. After entering the hall, his eyes looked at the two wedding banquet protagonists in front of him with great interest.
It had to be said that the rich fate was not far from what he had guessed.
He was a proper Son of Fate from the revival of powerhouses, and from his expression, he did not seem to be mentally retarded. Could it be that he had regained his memory?
As for the remaining member of the Guardian's bloodline, he glanced at him and was not interested.
Seeing that Gu Changge did not even have the intention to acknowledge him, the Luo Clan Master looked a little embarrassed.
At this moment, Crimson South City's Young Master Yan Ming saw that many guests were puzzled and looked at him curiously, and finally spoke with a cold smile on his face.
"Let's not talk nonsense. Actually, I'm here today to save Junior Sister Luo Ying from the sea of fire."
"If the Luo Clan knows what's good for you, then today's wedding banquet will be over."
"If you don't know what's good for you, haha …"
As soon as he said this, everyone in the hall was shocked. They widened their eyes in disbelief.
Could it be that Yan Ming was here to snatch the bride today?
As the Young Master of Crimson South City, Yan Ming's status was extremely noble.
Therefore, although his actions today were overly arrogant, no one dared to speak. They were all shocked.
The Luo Clan Master was also extremely shocked. He even suspected that he had misheard.
However, he did not dare to provoke Yan Ming. He could only smile and say, "Young Master Yan Ming, are you joking?"
"Do I look like someone who is joking?"
"How can Junior Sister Luo Ying marry a fool? Aren't you just harming her? Only a person like me is worthy of such a precious girl like Junior Sister Luo Ying. "
Hearing this, Yan Ming still had a cold smile on his face and said disdainfully.
His words were full of cold mockery towards the Luo Clan and Luo Feng.
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