In the tomb, Ji Ningshuang raised her eyes, looked at the ethereal vision, and murmured, "Only in the Human Yuan realm, the divine sea was opened up and the Yuan Shen was condensed. The legendary body of an immortal god?"
"Absolutely pure." Ye Chen smiled.
It was not until this moment that he realized that there was still a secret hidden in the imperial concubine's body. Due to the condensed body, due to a combination of circumstances, the origin was awakened.
The so-called immortal body is an ancient bloodline. Although it is not as rare as the ancient holy body, it is still a heaven-defying existence. The strange thing about this kind of bloodline is that there is an innate soul, and Princess Yinyue is An alien in this bloodline, she was born as a mortal and was unable to awaken her bloodline. Many reasons prevented her from concentrating. The reason why she was able to survive in a soul body for hundreds of years was mostly due to her original bloodline.
"I found another treasure." Ji Ningshuang looked at Ye Chen with a smile. As Ye Chen's lover in his previous life and his wife in this life, she knew Ye Chen best. Whenever she met a talented person, she would think of cheating on him. He is the best at cheating and deception.
"This trip is not in vain." Ye Chen said cheerfully. The more evil the talent, the more he likes it. The future great Chu will have another pillar. The body of an immortal is not a joke. Give him enough time. , his achievements over the years are by no means inferior to Donghuang Taixin.
"Now it seems that her soul is more useful than yours and mine."
"Don't say it, it's true." Ye Chen smiled and did not refute. The spirit of the body of the immortal god has innate resurrection power. It is most suitable to use her spirit to awaken Qin Xiong's soul.
As she spoke, the imperial concubine woke up, with a look of joy in her eyes. After hundreds of years, she felt like she had a physical body again. It was really warm, but she could truly feel the pulse of the earth, instead of floating in the air, helpless. .
As for her cultivation, because she had condensed her body into a human body, she was now a human monk. She had accumulated a lot of experience over the years.
The most precious achievement is to condense the soul. The ancient inheritance hidden in the bloodline divine treasure has also been imprinted into her divine sea. A person in the human realm has opened up the divine sea and condensed the soul. This matter, if If word spreads, the heavens will be shocked. Her Nirvana is even more terrifying than Ye Chen's back then. She has a soul emerging from the body of an immortal, and is absolutely monster-level.
"Thank you for the gift, senior." The imperial concubine stood still and bowed respectfully.
"Don't be so polite all the time." Ye Chen coughed dryly.
The imperial concubine smiled and stepped onto the stone platform. Having awakened her inheritance, she also knew that her soul had the power of resurrection. As she spoke, she put her hand between Qin Xiong's eyebrows and poured in a ray of soul. Divine power, while Ye Chen and Ji Ningshuang set out to protect Qin Xiong's last breath.
With the combined efforts of the three of them, Qin Xiong's soul fire slowly ignited again, and his vitality was revived.
At this moment, the main tomb door was wide open, and Yang Xuan and the others returned. Seeing Ye Chen and the others gathered on the stone platform, they all came together. When they saw it, they were shocked. Qin Xiong actually had breath again. He was about to be resurrected!
"The Immortal's methods are really amazing." Shangguan Jiu sighed.
"The emperor of the pre-Qin Dynasty, a person from hundreds of years ago, a living fossil!"
"If we get him the Imperial Palace of the Han Dynasty, he and the Han Emperor should have some time to talk." Yang Xuan touched his chin, and he really had this idea. When the emperors of the two dynasties met, the scene would be eye-catching.
After a while, Ye Chen and the three of them stopped their hands.
Qin Xiong also opened his eyes. His eyes were dull, a little confused and empty. That's right. He had been sleeping for hundreds of years and his mind was so hazy that it was strange to wake up.
"His Majesty."
Princess Yin Yue stepped forward and gave a choked call, her eyes filled with tears.
Qin Xiong tilted his head stiffly, looking at that familiar face, and gradually regained consciousness. Then, tears filled his eyes, and his face was full of vicissitudes of life.
The scene that follows is a bit sensational.
Ye Chen and Ji Ningshuang were very discerning, and Ling Feng was also very wise. They all turned around and got off the stone platform, but Yang Xuan, the two idiots, who were shameless and shameless, were still stuck there.
Since the two of them were ignorant, Ye Chen simply picked them up one by one.
That stone platform seemed to have become a forbidden area.
Qin Xiong and the imperial concubine cuddled up to each other, with tears streaming down their cheeks. They were the king of a subjugated country and the queen of a subjugated country. They were the only two people left in the pre-Qin Dynasty, dependent on each other. They had not seen each other for hundreds of years. You can imagine their mood. There were so many things that I wanted to say. Both of them were speechless and choked.
"I'm so touched." Yang Xuan wiped the corners of his eyes and squeezed out two tears. It seemed that he still wanted to come forward and give him a big hug. It didn't matter whether Qin Xiong hugged him or not. The most important thing was that he hugged her. Holding Princess Yin Yue, the feeling should be very soft and wonderful.
Shangguan Jiu was more pissed than others. He rubbed his old hands and looked at Ji Ningshuang with a smile, which was a little wretched. "How dare you ask for your name, this fairy!"
"Ji Ning..."
"Snapped!"
Before Ji Ningshuang could finish her words, Shangguan Jiu was lying there. Those who were slapped by Ye Chen acted as if nothing was wrong. Moreover, there was no sense of violation in a set of actions. Just ask and laugh. What are you doing in such a wretched manner? What the hell are you doing, fucking my wife
Yang Xuan and Ling Feng coughed dryly and stood aside, fearing the aftermath.
On the stone platform, Princess Yinyue wiped away her tears while pulling Qin Xiong down, "Your Majesty, he is your friend who saved you and me."
"Friend?" The reincarnated Qin Xiong was stunned. He looked at Ye Chen and then at Ji Ningshuang. At first glance, they all looked familiar, but unfortunately, there was no impression in his memory.
"General Qin, you have returned to your position." Ye Chen smiled, and a ray of fairy light popped up, passed through the air, and sank into Qin Xiong's eyebrows. It was the fairy light of memory.
Immediately, Qin Xiong's body trembled, and then he hugged his head and roared in pain. The pain was so painful that the veins on his forehead were exposed, his eyes were bloodshot, his ears were buzzing, and his head was about to explode. His mind and consciousness, which were not yet fully awake, were in a state of pain. Overwhelmed by a mysterious force, an ancient memory, quite aggressive, flooded into his mind.
"This..." The imperial concubine was startled, and even Shangguan Jiu and others were shocked. This was good, but why did it become like this? She was going crazy, and little Yang Lan almost cried out of fear. , the weak body rushed straight into Ji Ningshuang, not daring to look again.
"Don't worry, I won't hurt him." Ye Chen comforted with a smile, as long as the reincarnated person unblocks, pain is a necessary stage, this is only temporary.
The imperial concubine clenched her jade hands tightly, her eyes full of worry, but she didn't say much.
I don't know when, Qin Xiong's low roar was annihilated, and he looked at Ye Chen blankly, tears welling up. He remembered, remembered his past life, remembered his hometown, and remembered his own name. His name was Qin Xiong. General Huwei of the Zhao Kingdom was given the supreme honor of commanding the immortals to fight during the war against demons. That was his only defeat in his previous life.
"General, you're fine." Ye Chen smiled.
"The last general, Qin Xiong, has met the Holy Lord." Qin Xiong stepped forward, knelt down on one knee with a bang, and his words were sonorous and powerful. He was the soul of a general who was a soldier. His words and deeds were all the same as in his previous life. , thunderous and awe-inspiring.
The imperial concubine, Yang Xuan and others were stunned when he heard the name Holy Lord. What the hell, this was the emperor of the pre-Qin Dynasty! Being called the Holy Lord by him, Ye Chen's status is so noble!
Especially Princess Yinyue, she was most confused as to when her husband was named "Qin Xiong".
Ye Chen had already helped Qin Xiong up and patted his shoulder hard, "I haven't seen him for many years, but he is still so bold and bold."
"Holy Lord, this is..." Qin Xiong wiped away his tears, his eyes full of doubts.
"Reincarnated." Ye Chen said this through a voice transmission.
"Reincarnation?" Qin Xiong was stunned again, feeling dizzy and feeling that it was just a dream. Before waking up from the dream, he was still making the final charge with many mortal generals; after waking up from the dream, it was already a reincarnation. As a mortal, he cannot understand or accept it.
"If you can't figure it out, think about it slowly and return to your hometown first." Ye Chen said with a smile.
The words "hometown" made Qin Xiong's dignified five-foot man cry again. Just hearing these two words, he was moved to tears. It was a reincarnation. How could he not miss his hometown? Compared with the century-old dream of being an emperor here, he would rather go back to his hometown. Chu, continue to be a mortal general.
Ye Chen smiled and took Qin Xiong and the imperial concubine into the Chaos Cauldron with a flick of his hand, as well as Yang Xuan and the other three.
On the other side, Ji Ningshuang has also picked up little Yang Lan.
The two of them came out of the ancient tomb together, stepped on the void, soared up, and stepped into the vast starry sky. This was Ye Chen, stepping onto the starry sky again after a hundred years. This was also Ji Ningshuang, stepping into the starry sky again after a hundred and seventy years. The starry sky of my hometown stands.
The two of them sighed, but Qin Xiong and others in the cauldron were full of novelty. They had always seen it from below, and this was the first time they walked in. They felt really different. They felt more about the vastness of the starry sky and their own insignificance. Their horizons , starting from today, it is open.
Standing in the starry sky, Ye Chen did not move for a long time, only closing his eyes slightly, and then, he sacrificed his spiritual consciousness and enveloped the ancient star, wanting to confirm one last time whether there was reincarnation here.
Just like many years ago, he didn't find the same natal soul.
"Am I worrying too much?" Ye Chen murmured, and couldn't help but recall Qi's reincarnation. There was obviously no reincarnation, but where did reincarnation come from? This contradiction has puzzled him for nearly a hundred years.
Slowly putting his thoughts away, he bowed his hands to the ancient star.
After hundreds of years of transformation, he was here, witnessing all kinds of things in the world, and fully understanding the great ways of the world. Every person, every mountain, and every river in it was firmly imprinted in his memory. This time, his merits and deeds were perfect. As a passer-by, he had to leave eventually.
In the Cauldron of Chaos, Yang Xuan and others were also watching. They were all standing at the mouth of the cauldron, with tears in their eyes. They were about to leave. After leaving, I don’t know when I will come back.
A wisp of starry wind blew by, Ye Chen held Ji Ningshuang's hand and turned around silently.
The ancient stars behind them gradually became smaller as they moved away.
Among the stars, the small town named Zhuxian was covered with white snow, but it was still so peaceful and peaceful. In a hundred years, one generation was born, but one generation was also buried.
In front of the restaurant, the fortune-telling table is still there, covered with white snow, but the fortune-teller named Ye Chen is no longer there. The white sail with Ye Banxian written on it is swaying in the wind. It will replace Ye Chen and witness the prosperity of Zhuxian Town. , witness the changes of the years.
Perhaps, after many years, no one will remember Ye Chen, let alone remember that there was once a master who came to tell fortunes every day and was regarded as an old god by the world.