During this period of time, the world of cultivation was not peaceful.
The death of Taichu Ancient Temple in Zhongzhou, Taoist Lord Yunyu, and a great master of Jianzong all caused quite a stir.
After Xianjian returned to Jianzong, the news was released that Lord Yunyu had died at the hands of Huangwu.
Being able to make Huang Wu and Yunyu Sect turn against each other would naturally be beneficial and harmless to the Immortal Sword.
This news caused quite a shock in the world of cultivation!
Another titled disciple fell into the hands of Huang Wu!
Soon, more news about Huangwu Daojun came out.
It is no longer a secret that Huang Wu condensed the three dharma images of heaven and earth.
Su Zimo didn't take these rumors to heart. He returned to Piaomiao Peak and began a long retreat to practice.
Cultivation has no time, and in the blink of an eye, ninety-seven years have passed.
This day.
In a cave in Piaomiao Peak, there was suddenly an earth-shaking loud noise!
boom!
A terrifying aura burst out, Piao Miao Peak was constantly trembling, countless rubbles rolled down, and even the monks in seclusion were alarmed and came out one after another.
"It's the young master!"
Nian Qi stood in the air and looked at the cave.
Not long after, the sky above Piaomiao Peak was already filled with people, densely packed with people whose cultivation realms ranged from the Foundation Building Realm to the Dharma Appearance Realm.
"Did Elder Huangwu break through again?"
"It's only been so many years. Elder Huangwu's talent is so terrifying. I've been trapped in the late stage of Dharma Realm for a thousand years, and I still haven't made any progress."
"How can you compare with Elder Huangwu!"
In Piaomiao Peak, Su Zimo had already been appointed as the sect elder by Old Xianhe.
Most of the monks who worshiped at Piaomiao Peak had heard many legends about Lord Huangwu Dao and came here because of his fame.
What's more, Su Zimo once spread his half of the "Martial Classics" throughout the world.
Among all the martial arts monks, Huang Wu is the one they respect the most!
It was Huangwu who gave them, mortals without spiritual roots, the opportunity to break free from the shackles of fate, no longer be threatened by demons, and no longer trampled by cultivators!
This shock lasted for a long time before slowly calming down.
After a while, a figure appeared at the door of the cave.
Green shirt, black hair.
It is none other than Huangwu Daojun, Su Zimo!
"congratulations!"
In mid-air, many Piaomiao Peak monks held their hands in congratulations.
Su Zimo nodded and smiled.
"Young Master, after a while, the battle for the Dharma Appearance Ranking will begin. You have reached the perfection of the Dharma Appearance Realm. The top spot in the Dharma Appearance Ranking must belong to you!"
Nian Qi said with a smile.
She has the blood of the Gods, and her cultivation speed is extremely fast. Now, she has reached the late stage of Dharma Realm, and is only half a step away from the perfection of Dharma Realm.
"Is it a dispute over the Dharma Appearance List?"
Su Zimo murmured softly.
At this moment, Su Zimo felt something in his heart, his expression changed, and he looked towards the west.
Su Zimo's expression changed, he opened his mouth slightly, and there was a trace of deep pain and reluctance in his eyes.
"Sir, what's wrong?"
Nian Qi noticed something strange in Su Zimo's expression and asked in a low voice.
"well."
Su Zimo sighed and said, "I'm going to the Dragon Burial Valley."
Before he finished speaking, his figure turned into a golden light and disappeared over Piaomiao Peak.
Buried Dragon Valley bottom.
Su Zimo came down, came to the ancient temple, and pushed open the dilapidated temple door.
The old monk Yuanbei was sitting in front of the main hall, with his legs crossed and looking at Su Zimo at the door. With a kind smile on his face, he said, "You are here."
"Master!"
Su Zimo looked sad as he quickly stepped forward and knelt in front of the old monk Yuanbei.
"Kid, it doesn't have to be like this."
The old monk Yuanbei stretched out his withered and thin palm, caressed Su Zimo's forehead, and said softly: "No one is immortal. I have lived for nearly a hundred thousand years. I have seen too much and experienced too much. It is enough. "
The time has come for the old monk Yuanbei!
"Master, look, King Ming's rosary is complete!"
Su Zimo quickly took off the complete Mingwang rosary and placed it in front of the old monk Yuanbei.
"OK."
The old monk Yuanbei looked relieved and nodded.
In the eyes of the old monk Yuanbei, there was no regret, no reluctance, no attachment, and they were as calm as water.
"I heard that you have condensed the three dharma forms of heaven and earth. How far have you cultivated? Can you cultivate the supreme dharma form?"
"I remember that I had the opportunity to go to Nanyu Randen Temple to see Mingzhen. I wonder how this child is doing now."
Old Monk Yuanbei chatted with Su Zimo, all about trivial and insignificant matters, without the slightest trace of parting melancholy.
Gradually, the old monk Fangbei lost his voice.
There was no earth-shattering, no vision coming.
The old monk Yuanbei walked peacefully.
There was still a kind and gentle smile on his face.
However, those wise eyes will never open again.
An ancestor of a generation, who lived for a hundred thousand years, still couldn't escape the pursuit of time, so he sat here.
Wow!
There was a sound of chains coming from the backyard of the main hall.
A tall and burly figure walked over, with red hair like flames.
Before the old monk Yuan Bei left, the red-haired ghost never showed up.
It's not that the red-haired ghost has any grudge against the old monk Fang Huan.
On the contrary, the relationship between the red-haired ghost and the old monk Fang Bei is very deep.
Su Zimo understood that the red-haired ghost just didn't want to see the old monk Yuanbei leave with his own eyes, and didn't want to experience the sadness of parting.
"The old bald donkey is gone, and it's time for me to leave too."
The red-haired ghost rarely made any noise and sighed in sadness.
In fact, the chains on his body had long been broken, and he was not the culprit of the catastrophe. He could have left long ago.
But he still stayed here until the old monk Yuanbei passed away.
"Just bury him here."
The red-haired ghost said.
Su Zimo nodded, carried the body of the old monk Yuanbei, went to the cemetery behind the main hall, and buried the old monk Yuanbei.
Su Zimo put all the ancient books in the ancient temple into storage bags and prepared to take them back to Piaomiao Peak.
Over the Dragon Burial Valley.
"Are you going back to the Dragon Clan?"
Su Zimo asked.
The red-haired ghost nodded and said: "Without my protection, you should be careful in your actions in the future and don't make stupid impulses."
"gone!"
The red-haired ghost waved his hand, turned and left.
suddenly!
He frowned slightly, slowly turned his head, and looked into the void not far away, his eyes slightly focused and thoughtful.
"What's wrong?"
Su Zimo asked subconsciously.
"Nothing, I seemed to have sensed something just now."
The red-haired ghost shook his head and muttered: "Maybe he has stayed at the bottom of Dragon Burial Valley for too long and is a little nervous."
With that said, the red-haired ghost jumped away and soon disappeared over the Dragon Burial Valley.
Su Zimo stood at the edge of Dragon Burial Valley for a long time before sighing deeply and turning around to leave.
Not long after he left.
The void not far from Dragon Burial Valley suddenly distorted, and a figure appeared.
The red-haired ghost sensed that there was indeed a person there!
However, this person even hid it from him!
This man was wearing a loose plain robe, with black hair covering most of his face. Only one eye was exposed, looking at the Dragon Burial Valley with a complicated expression.
After standing for a long time, the figure bowed deeply in the direction of Dragon Burial Valley, then turned and left.