That night, Ye Chen left Hengyue without disturbing anyone.
The two elders of heaven and earth follow, hiding in nothingness, protecting in secret.
Two quasi-emperor-level escorts, Ye Chen's face is not small, he stepped up to the sky and closed his eyes, without using his spiritual consciousness, and felt with his own spirit.
If Hongchen and Six Paths are nearby, they will be noticed by him. He is the root of the two of them, and there is a connection between them.
Looking from a distance, he looks like a two- or three-year-old man, flying in the air, pink and fleshy, really cute.
Everyone who saw it was stunned, and then they saluted to that person.
Everyone knows that Ye Chen has returned to his old age and can aspire to the heavenly realm at the age of two or three. In this land, Ye Chen is the only one.
At some point, he left the monk world and entered the mortal world.
When he was passing through a piece of heaven and earth, he opened his eyes.
Below is a group of mountains, where he and Shangguan Yu first met, and it was here that he opened Amaterasu.
Three hundred years have passed, and everything is still in a mess. The loose stones have been weathered by the years and gradually turned into loess.
Ye Chen rubbed his nose and smiled with a little embarrassment.
So far, only the two of them know about such amazing things. A period of cause and effect in the mortal world has followed from the past life to this life.
Flying over the mountains is the boundary of the Zhao Kingdom. Xiyan was the princess of the Zhao Kingdom back then. She was ignorant of worldly affairs and embarked on the path of cultivation.
Three hundred years later, this country is no longer the State of Zhao. The dynasty has changed. The former State of Zhao has become history.
He fell from the sky into a deep mountain. There were two tombs standing there, one was that of Xiyan's father and the other was that of Xiyan's mother.
In front of the tomb, the ever-lasting musk is burning, which is the magical power of the monks. Needless to say, it was done by Xi Yan, who did not forget his mortal parents.
Ye Chen stepped forward, lit three incense sticks, and placed them in front of the tomb.
He was the one who led Xi Yan to practice Taoism and took away their daughter. During the battle between demons, the white-haired man gave away the black-haired man.
Now, their daughter is back, but they have long since fallen asleep. If they miss each other, they will be separated forever.
With a sigh, he left silently and went to Xutian again.
The mortal realm is no smaller than the monk realm. There are countless mortal realms, with wars all year round, too many battlefields, and corpses everywhere.
When Ye Chen walked by, the two countries who were still fighting couldn't help but stop. They both looked up at the sky, knowing that Ye Chen was an immortal.
To put it bluntly, the world of monks is difficult for ordinary people to understand. He is flying in the sky at the age of two or three, which makes people fascinated.
After a brief pause, the two countries went to war again, and human lives were at stake.
Ye Chen didn't care. The monk world has the laws of the monk world, and the mortal world has the laws of the mortal world. Interfering is cause and effect.
He landed again in an ancient town in the mortal world.
In the ancient town, there is a simple small garden with flying petals. It is the small garden where Zhengye Xingchen and the Xingyue Saint got married.
Tragically, Ye Xingchen was killed by the Zhuxian Sword that same day.
Later, an even greater bloodshed occurred. Hongchen, Chu Lingyu, and Chu Xuan passed away in that battle.
With a creak, the door of the small room opened, and a white-haired woman walked out with a peerless appearance and a haggard face.
She is a monk, but she is dressed in plain clothes, just like an ordinary daughter-in-law, ordinary, without any evil spirit.
This woman, needless to say, is the Xingyue Saint.
Three hundred years have passed since the flowers withered and bloomed. In one reincarnation, a lifetime of love was buried and a lifetime of sorrow was left behind. It was still this small garden in the mortal world.
"I know you will be here." Ye Chen smiled slightly.
"One day, he will come back." Saint Maiden of the Star and Moon rolled up her hair, "No matter how long it takes, I will wait for him."
Ye Chen was silent, looking at the Saint of the Star and Moon, feeling guilty.
After searching for so many reincarnations, there was no Ye Xingchen, leaving the infatuated woman to waste time just waiting for his return.
With another sigh, Ye Chen left, his back bleak.
He was so similar to Saint Xingyue. She was waiting for Ye Xingchen, so why wasn't he waiting for Chu Xuan'er and Chu Ling'er.
How many people are like them? Although they have returned to their hometown, no one from those days lives in their memories.
In the silent night, he closed his eyes again and moved forward silently, crossing the mountains and passing through the plains, like a tourist and a preacher, traveling all the way without stopping.
The road he walked three hundred years ago is now being walked again.
The difference is that what he was looking for back then was the reincarnation of Da Chu, but this time, what he is looking for is the Six Paths and the Red Dust.
In an ancient city for mortals, he settled in front of a tea stall.
He still remembered that three hundred years ago, there was an old man selling tea here, who was Master Lingzhen who was abandoned in cultivation.
Back then, he once rested at this tea stall and drank a bowl of Lingzhen tea, which ended the so-called cause and effect between the two of them.
Today's tea stall is still an old man, but he is not Lingzhen. He can tell that he should be a descendant of Lingzhen.
He could remember that there were not many enemies, such as Master Lingzhen, Yin Zhiping, and Cheng Kun. Even though the years passed, their figures still lingered in his memory.
His journey along the way was filled with blood and bones. Those were eventful years, which will become a story to be told to future generations.
Taking one last look at the tea stall, he stepped onto Tianxiao.
He did not return to the monk world, but was still in the mortal world. He had a feeling that the world of mortals and the Six Paths would be in the mortal world.
What followed was a long journey. He found the Mortal Realm of Southern Chu to the Mortal Realm of Northern Chu, followed by the northern end of Da Chu, bypassing Beizhen Cangyuan, and heading south all the way.
Unfortunately, no trace of Six Paths and Red Dust was detected.
Dachu is so vast that trying to find two people is like looking for a needle in a haystack.
As night fell, he walked onto a vast sea, which belonged to the Panlong Sea area. There was little land and most of them were islands.
The sea at night is sparkling, quiet and peaceful.
"There is Yin Qi." The two elders of heaven and earth stepped out of the void for the first time, standing on the left and right beside Ye Chen.
Without the two of them reminding him, Ye Chen also noticed something was wrong.
Although his cultivation level is low, his vision is still there. For those who have killed the emperor, his perception will never be below the quasi-emperor level.
Under the gaze of the three people, the calm sea surface began to surge, and a mysterious and ancient power suddenly appeared.
Then, two sarcophagi rose up from the turbulent waves. They were engraved with ancient runes, thick and cold.
"Emperor channeling." Di Lao frowned and narrowed his eyes.
"To be more precise, it's the Emperor's Dao that leads to the underworld." Tianlao pondered, seeing more clearly, and he could already figure out what kind of secret method it was.
Ye Chen looked calm and stared silently. It was a heaven-defying underworld technique that could connect with the underworld and summon powerful beings.
During the battle between the demons, Lin Shihua, in order to save him, used the underworld to summon the dead Falun King back.
This method, which blasphemes the souls of the dead, has been listed as a forbidden technique since ancient times. Unless absolutely necessary, no one wants to provoke the dead.
"It must be at the quasi-emperor level." Di Lao said leisurely.
"I'm more curious about who used the Emperor's Path to the Underworld." Tianlao said lightly, and his consciousness spread out, searching inch by inch.
While the two were talking, the lids of the two sarcophagi fell down, revealing two people standing upright in the coffins.
The sarcophagus on the left is a middle-aged man with a tall figure and black hair, but his expression is dull, his eyes are empty, and he looks like a puppet.
The sarcophagus on the right is a young man with bloody hair and years of dust on his shoulders, exuding an air of ancient vicissitudes.
"Lord of the Universe, Emperor of the Five Elements." Old Di's eyes narrowed slightly, as if he recognized the middle-aged and young man in the sarcophagus.
"They are actually two great gods from ancient times." Tianlao took a deep breath, "It should be an honor for us to meet them this time."
"I don't know if it's an honor or not, but we must have fallen into a trap." The dungeon glanced around, and misty clouds began to swirl, covering the heaven and earth, and going against the yin and yang of creation.
"A different space." Tianlao raised his eyebrows, a little surprised, "If you dare to come to Dachu to cause trouble, the opponent really has two brushes."
"Long time no see." Ye Chen, who had remained silent, spoke lightly, looking straight ahead with his calm eyes.
Hearing this, the two elders of heaven and earth also looked sideways, aiming towards the void on the other side.
Among the hazy clouds, a figure walked slowly.
It was a child, to be more precise, a little girl, about two or three years old, petite and not tall.
She has big eyes and clear eyes, which are so indifferent that no one can reveal her emotions. There are ancient divine patterns engraved between her eyebrows, and her whole body is wrapped with colorful divine clouds.
She seems to have come from a distant era, walking along the long river of time, like a dream, unable to find an opportunity or grasp the source.
"Ruoxi." Di Lao's eyes flashed with light, and he recognized who it was at a glance. Wasn't it Ruoxi
"No wonder Hongchen and Six Paths came to Dachu." Tianlao said calmly, "It seems that they must have come because of her."
Ruo Xi remained silent and stared at Ye Chen with a pair of indifferent eyes.
Ye Chen was silent and looked at him from afar, neither happy nor sad.
Three hundred years later, she still hasn't grown up, just like she did then.
Three hundred years later, he has returned to his youth and is about the same age as her.
This scene is very strange. Both Ruoxi and Ye Chen are two or three years old, and their expressions are calm.
The cause and effect between the two of them must have been a long time ago. It is difficult to explain the cause and effect, and the cause and effect have not been resolved, and they have been entangled in the years.
"It would be nice if they got married." Di Lao stroked his beard and said this.
"They have been a couple since they were young, and I am very optimistic about them." Tianlao patted the dust on his shoulders and said earnestly.
"Aren't we getting distracted by talking like this?" Dungeon coughed dryly, with a meaningful look on his face.
"It's true." Tian Lao said seriously, staring at Ruoxi, and said calmly, "Girl, who are you?"
"I underestimated you." Ruoxi finally spoke, her words were like the sound of nature, beautiful and full of magic.
However, what she said was not to the elders of heaven and earth, but to Ye Chen. One sentence contained many profound meanings.
"Have you ever looked down upon me?" Ye Chen said calmly.
He did not say this to Ruoxi, but to the Zhuxian Sword that controlled Ruoxi, knowing that the Zhuxian Sword was in her body.
For the Zhuxian Sword, he hates it more, heart-wrenching hatred. It is precisely because of it that Chu Xuaner feels guilty even to death.
It was also it that destroyed Chen Zhan, the ancestor of the Holy Body. This was a huge blood debt, and he remembered it all the time.
There was also the female emperor in Di Jue's artistic conception who was also beheaded by her. The emperor's armies were defeated and the emperor's body came to a dark end.
"Today, ashes return to ashes, and soil returns to earth." Ruoxi raised her hand, formed a seal with one hand, and opened the seal of the Five Elements Emperor and the Lord of the Universe.
PS: There is one more chapter, it will be later.