The rumbling sound was finally annihilated, and the entire starry sky fell into silence. Whether it was the Empress of the Eastern Wasteland or the Holy Body Ye Chen, they became an eternal moment. The Dacheng Holy Body fought side by side with the emperor and became an eternal myth.
Ye Chen smiled tiredly, and there was blood overflowing from the corner of his mouth. It was him who was smiling, and it was Concubine Yan who was laughing. It was him who was bleeding, and it was Concubine Yan who was bleeding. He killed the middle-level emperor, and the two of them were not injured. That is fake, Concubine Yan While struggling to support, Ye Chen was also struggling to support, and Meng Dao's backlash was equally shared by both of them.
Fortunately, they did it, and destroyed an evil demon emperor when the empress had no time to care.
Accompanied by a wisp of starry wind, Concubine Yan fell, and it was also Ye Chen who fell. No matter who it was, the white hair was swaying. When she was fighting against the devil, she had sacrificed longevity; he fought alone. During the period of the Nine Emperors, they had also offered sacrifices to Shou Yuan, but they were already extremely old and desolate, and the vicissitudes of their backs made people feel distressed.
"senior."
Ji Ningshuang came over in an instant and held Concubine Yan. The moment she touched it, a touch of ancient tenderness ignited. It was Ye Chen's tenderness that remained on Concubine Yan. Concubine Yan fainted and he also returned to his dream. , I don’t know what year it will be when I come back to this world. Perhaps, it will be a long time.
"I'll take you home."
The empress's eyes were filled with tears. She didn't know whether she was talking to Concubine Yan or to Ye Chen. Her back was also stained with blood, and it was also so ancient and vicissitudes. In this battle, Ye Chen and Concubine Yan were injured, and she was also Likewise, the lineage of the Ancient Holy Body is too terrifying, the Dacheng Holy Demon is even more terrifying, far more powerful than the Peak Emperor, and killing the Saint Demon is far more difficult than killing the Peak Emperor.
The woman left, the starry sky was still peaceful, and the world was still reeling. The God of War came back, and even slaughtered a middle-level emperor. It all seemed like a dream.
After a long time, the monks from all over the world walked past Shen'er, and took steps in unison. Looking from the sky, the silhouettes of people were like streams, gathering towards the heavenly gates of Dachu. Most of them were wiping tears secretly, and too many people were crying. Crying with tears streaming down my face.
"The Holy Body lineage has never let down the common people."
Emperor Hades took a deep breath, his slightly old posture seemed to be rejuvenated. He smiled so unburdened for the first time since the catastrophe. That little emperor would be the most amazing ancient holy body in history. The Emperor The wilderness is beyond reach.
Daozu didn't say anything, but his expression made it clear. Except for Dongshen Yaochi, he had never been so pleased with a younger generation. This era will rise again because of him and create a new generation of glory. .
Jade Girl Peak under the moon is quiet and peaceful.
Under the old tree and above the clouds, Concubine Yan slept peacefully.
On one side of the clouds, Ji Ningshuang was shedding pieces of colorful clouds to help Concubine Yan heal her injuries and eliminate potential backlash from the dream path. For every piece of cloud shedding, there must be two lines of tears.
"Jiuniang, will daddy be resurrected?"
Ye Ling was also there, still wiping tears.
"able."
Ji Ningshuang smiled tenderly and never questioned it.
Tonight, a lot of people came to Dachu. Even the old guys who were in seclusion came here. They had never been to Hengyue, and they didn't dare to bother them. They just looked at it from a distance and felt relieved when the empress was there.
For three full days, there was no movement at Jade Girl Peak.
Concubine Yan's pale cheeks finally had a touch of rosy color. The Dream Dao Immortal spell was taboo. Thanks to Ji Ningshuang's spell, she could barely erase the backlash of the dream.
But she still didn't wake up.
Ye Ling never left, standing in front of the clouds, holding a small handkerchief in her hand, wiping Concubine Yan's tears. I don't know if those tears were Concubine Yan's or Ye Chen's.
More than a dozen ever-burning lamps are also there, hanging around, guarding silently. The blossoming soul fires are swaying, and you can see the crystal light, which should be the light of tears, hidden deep in the soul.
Ji Ningshuang stepped onto the top of the mountain and was sitting cross-legged.
Under the moon, he is holy and flawless, as if in a dream. He is comprehending the way of dreams, and hopes to understand the magic of summoning people out of dreams. If someone really wants to sacrifice in exchange for a life, she will not hesitate. I wanted to do it, and I didn’t want Concubine Yan to die because of it.
Unfortunately, the Immortal Technique of Meng Dao is so mysterious that even if she is an emperor, it is difficult for her to understand it. In this regard, she is far inferior to Concubine Yan.
The breeze was blowing gently, and there was blood flowing from the corner of her mouth. It must be that she suffered a backlash while comprehending the dream path.
When she opened her eyes again, Concubine Yan was already standing in front of her, smiling at her.
"senior."
Ji Ningshuang stood up and bowed her hands.
This gift didn't matter, Concubine Yan's rosy cheeks suddenly turned pale, and the blood at the corner of her mouth overflowed again. It wasn't that the injury hadn't healed, but that she couldn't bear the Emperor's courtesy.
Just like Ji Ningshuang paid homage to Ye Chen and Ye Fan, the musk in front of Ye Chen's grave could barely be ignited; but she couldn't ignite the musk in front of Ye Fan's grave.
Just because she is the emperor.
No one except the Supreme can bear her courtesy.
This is the law of darkness.
There is a kind of order in the world, which even the emperor cannot reverse.
"I will resurrect him and bring him back to earth."
Concubine Yan smiled, gentle and gentle.
She left, drifting away.
Reflecting the vicissitudes of time, there will be such an obsession, which is exclusive for Princess Chen Huang.
Many years ago, at the moment when Ming Wu summoned people to dream, she had some kind of realization: In this life, she was destined to die for one person.
Ye Chen was not the only one who was carved the mark of the dream path and made the dream contract by her, but also her husband, and Emperor Chen of Da Chu. She had also hesitated before, whether to risk her life in exchange for it. Ye Chen, it was better to trade his life for Xuan Chen.
In the end, she chose the former.
Ye Chen is the Great Saint and the God of War of the heavens. The meaning of his existence is far greater than that of Xuan Chen. In other words, between the heavens and love, he chose the common people.
Not everyone has this kind of awareness.
She is also tired and wants to return to her roots. She wants to chase Xuan Chen as soon as possible. Resurrecting Ye Chen will be her only belief in living. This is her mission and she will help the people complete it.
"Out."
Seeing Concubine Yan coming out of the mountain, people from all over the place got up collectively.
Across the vast expanse, one can see the dreamy figure of Concubine Yan, with white clothes and white hair. She is really like a fairy in a dream. There is always Ye Chen's figure on him, looming.
As she walked, Concubine Yan disappeared. An attempt to summon people to dream was not very successful. She still needs more years of enlightenment to complete the forbidden method that defies heaven.
"Grandpa, will Concubine Yan die?"
"Yes, the moment the holy body reappears in the world is when her soul returns to the nine heavens."
"Life... in exchange for life?"
"Everything has a price."
Conversations between the younger generation and the older generation continued one after another.
The secret of dreams is known to the world.
After that, there was a sense of sadness that enveloped the world.
Concubine Yan has been away for ten years.
For ten years, the world had never seen her again. She seemed to have disappeared from the world. Even the empress herself went to look for her, but she was nowhere to be seen.
In the eleventh year, Nan Mingyu washed them all, reshaped their souls, and molded their immortal bodies, with tears streaming down their faces.
At night, the small bamboo forest on Jade Girl Peak is desolate and twilight. This is to worship the fox fairy, but also to worship Ye Fan and Ye Chen.
In the twelfth year, Di Xuan woke up.
"aunt."
When she came to Hengyue again, Ye Ling's call made Di Xuan smile with tears in her eyes. After so many years of vicissitudes of life, she felt the warmth of family for the first time. Regardless of whether Ye Chen was her brother or not, she recognized this family affection.
Compared to her imperial brother, the tenth emperor of Da Chu seems to be more reliable.
At least, Ye Chen got her a bunch of sisters-in-law, who wanted an emperor to have an emperor, who wanted an empress to have an empress, and a niece who was a young emperor. The bustling family was home.
In the thirteenth year, the demon king Kui Yujiang was resurrected.
At night, he carried a wine pot and sprinkled a piece of turbid wine in front of the stone statues of the emperor and the king. He was the only one left among the nine emperors and kings of Chu. His state of mind was extremely sad, recalling the glorious past. Years are too much wasted.
In the fourteenth year, the Son of the Sun and the Moon and King Wu of the Eastern Zhou Dynasty both returned to the human world.
When the world saw the two of them again, they were worshiping in front of the statues of emperors and sons in the heavens. There was a lot of stubble on his lips and a lot of silver threads in his long hair. They stood side by side without saying a word. He stood for nine days before turning around silently.
In the fifteenth year, Long Jie opened his eyes with tears in his eyes.
The Canglong clan was nearly wiped out. Including him, there were less than ten people left in the entire clan.
The talkative person in the past has become taciturn. He will always sit alone in front of the grave of the spirit goddess in the dead of night. Among the heroic souls in the sky, there is also his wife.
Only when the yin and yang were truly separated did he know what love was, and then he truly forgot who Yaochi was. His memory was filled with the figure of his wife, looking back at him and smiling.
The annual rings of the world have not stopped turning due to sadness and separation.
In the next ten years, many remnant souls became adults. They were all found by Ji Ningshuang in her early years, and they all returned to the world.
But those are only a small part, and they are negligible compared to the heroic souls who died in battle. The emperor is not omnipotent, and sometimes, there is indeed a limit to what he can do.
Twenty-five years.
During this period of time, the empress never left Jade Girl Peak, and she sat on the top of the peak for twenty-five years.
Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!
Beside her, there was a constant buzzing sound.
It was an Imperial Weapon, to be precise, a broken Imperial Weapon. It took her twenty-five years to reshape all the Imperial Weapons, but they were only in shape. The brand and sanity hidden in the Imperial Weapons were still intact. It takes countless years of worship to revive.
That night, she sent all the imperial weapons out of Jade Girl Peak, like rays of divine light, flying towards their respective ancestral lands.
In twenty-five years, she stepped out of Hengyue for the first time and walked endlessly in the starry sky, looking for Concubine Yan.
That year, Concubine Yan never showed up again after she left.
The empress's consciousness wandered in the starry sky every day, and she had never seen Concubine Yan. It was as if she had disappeared from the world.
"I've met the Empress."
There were many figures and strange faces in the starry sky. When they saw her from a distance, they bowed their hands and saluted.
These are all the descendants of the new generation.
In the past twenty-five years, there has been no war in the heavens and no invasion from outside. Under the glorious protection of the Empress, a new generation of geniuses has sprung up like bamboo shoots after a rain. They have risen one by one and become the shining stars that will lead the new generation to glory.
The unification of all realms is one creation for the heavens, and spiritual power and origin will become stronger every day during these twenty-five years, no matter the elders or the younger ones, whether they are human cultivators, demon cultivators, or More or less, there is nirvana and transformation. Almost every day, there are signs of heavenly calamity.
In the age of recuperation, after the catastrophe, the vitality is gradually restored, and the vitality is once again majestic.
On the other side of the galaxy, the empress calmed down silently.
In this starry sky, there is the aura of Concubine Yan, but it is left over many years ago. Concubine Yan is probably not in reality, but in a dream, and it is a real person dreaming. The empress cannot find her dream, she can only smell it. to the remaining energy.
After stopping for a long time, she raised her feet again, raised her cheeks slightly, and looked quietly at the vast sky of stars. She could clearly see her imperial mark, covering the entire universe and the entire heavens, hoping to give birth to a new emperor. Suppression needs to be broken.
In addition to her brand, she also found the brands of the great emperors of the past generations. Those brands will only be infinitely weak and will never dissipate. They are more immortal than the real emperors. All the great emperors of the past dynasties have been buried for eternity, but their brands are still there.
This is also the reason why the emperors of later generations are generally stronger than the emperors of the previous generations. This is simply because the emperors of later generations will bear more oppression from the imperial brand than the previous generations.
Relatively speaking, the stronger the pressure, the stronger the enlightened person will be.
As for her, she should be the product of the changes in the imperial way.
Emperors Tian and Ming can give a good explanation for this. She has no vision of becoming an emperor, but she has proven the Tao against heaven. She is the first in the history of the heavens. If the historical trajectory does not change, the one who becomes the emperor will be the Sword Master. It is precisely because of changes that there are more variables.
In the starry sky, the empress gradually faded away.
Nine days later, she appeared in the Eastern Wasteland of Xuanhuang and entered the Yaochi Holy Land on a quiet night.
Deep in the Yaochi, under the shadow of a fairy lake, she suddenly appeared, quietly looking at a lotus on the lakeside.
Those are colorful and exquisite flowers, bathed in moonlight, crystal clear. They are treasures for alchemy and have disappeared from the outside world.
The reason why she came here was, firstly, to revisit her old place, and secondly, because of these colorful and exquisite flowers, because she smelled a trace of very familiar soul power in this flower.
"Donghuang is too heartbroken."
The Empress whispered, the trace of soul power that she smelled was Donghuang Taixin's. The world could not smell it, but it could not escape the emperor's prying eyes. That trace of soul power was covered with the color of reincarnation.
After looking at it for a long time, the empress raised her eyes again, exhausting her imperial vision, and once again looked up at the vast nothingness.
Are there reincarnations in these heavens
"Sister."
A sudden whisper interrupted her thoughts.
Yao Xin is here, wearing white clothes and white hair.
Nowadays, she is the fairy mother of Yaochi Holy Land, but her face is very haggard, and there are still tears in the corners of her eyes that have not dried up. The jade hairpin on her head is particularly crystal clear under the moon. It was a gift from Emperor Xuanyuan, and it is considered a gift. A token of love.
After the catastrophe, more than 20 years have passed, and Emperor Xuanyuan has been killed in battle for more than 20 years, and I still dream about him.
The empress stretched out her hand and wiped away the tears from the corner of her eyes. She knew all about some kind of grief and some kind of scars, and had experienced them before. It was really more uncomfortable than heartbreaking.
Reflecting the moonlight, she left again. Before leaving, she took the colorful flower plant with her to purgatory.
There are some secrets that she needs to find out from Purgatory.
Today's purgatory is also deserted. Except for those who died in the battle, most of them are sleeping, and most of them are juniors. It is difficult to see the quasi-emperor, and the number is extremely rare.
In her past life, this was her first time to come to the restricted area. Only when she really stepped into it did she realize that the restricted area was extraordinary and that there were ancient details hidden deep in it. Even she could not truly see through it.
"I've met the Empress."
The one who bowed his hands in salute was the Purgatory Emperor's son.
Now, he is the king of purgatory. Although he is much senior than the empress, he still bowed.
"Gods, there may be reincarnation."
The empress whispered, she was asking the Purgatory Emperor, and she was also asking about the deep truth, hoping to get an accurate answer.
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