After the Battle of Defying Heaven, the vitality of heaven and earth filled the three thousand realms, and all living beings recuperated, multiplied and grew stronger with each passing day, creating a prosperous scene.
Although many battles and conflicts are still unavoidable in all parts of the Zhongqian world, the Tianhuang Realm is guarding it, and there are no more wars between the major interfaces, ushering in a peaceful and prosperous age.
For fifty thousand years, Su Zimo rarely showed up. Most of the time, he just sat on Baodu Mountain, shocking the underworld.
Only when an old friend ascends to the world will he show up to say goodbye.
Over the past fifty thousand years, some old friends have ascended one after another.
Among the brothers Monkey, Ye Ling, Tiger, Qingqing, Little Fox, and Golden Lion, only Monkey and Ye Ling stepped into the imperial realm.
The blood of the two of them was extraordinary after all.
Su Zimo later explored the bloodlines of the two of them, and even when faced with his Qinglian bloodline, their bloodlines could still burst out with a force of resistance.
Qingqing, Tiger, Little Fox, and Golden Lion also had their own opportunities, but gradually, some gaps opened up.
But after Monkey and Ye Ling entered the Emperor Realm, a powerful pulling force came from the Great Thousand World, forcibly dragging the two of them towards the Great Thousand World.
Su Zimo rushed back from the underworld and only saw the backs of the two of them.
He didn't stop it.
First, he couldn't stop this kind of power.
Secondly, he had seen some records of this phenomenon in the ancient books of the underworld.
According to that ancient book, before the turmoil that occurred in the Great Thousand World, any creature that stepped into the Imperial Realm would sense the call of the Great Thousand World, ascend on its own, and would not stay in the Middle Thousand World for too long.
After that turmoil, the barriers of the three realms were broken, which affected the operation of the rules of heaven and earth.
And this scene happening to Monkey and Ye Ling may be due to their bloodline, which shouldn't be a bad thing.
Some old friends, such as King Yaksha Dread and Chess Immortal Junyu, also flew away one after another.
In addition to them, there are still some people who have stayed in the Middle Thousand World after entering the Imperial Realm, and seem to have no plans to ascend.
The world of heaven and earth.
Qiankun Academy.
A woman in green clothes came to a cave surrounded by mountains and rivers, gently knocked on the door and said, "Sister Mo Qing, it's me."
The woman in Tsing Yi only wears plain clothes and light make-up, but she has an air of elegance and nobility that is far superior to thousands of beauties. She is the calligraphy fairy Yunzhu.
Yunzhu knew that Mo Qing was painting, and he was focused on it. Even if someone came outside the cave, he might not notice it, so he would knock on the door.
In the cave.
Hearing the sound coming from outside, Mo Qing, who was immersed in the painting in front of him, suddenly trembled with the brush in his hand, a trace of panic flashed in his eyes, his cheeks turned slightly red, and he quickly put away the dozen or so paintings in the cave.
After calming down for a while and his expression returned to normal, Mo Qing stood up and welcomed Yunzhu in.
"What is sister Mo Qing doing that keeps me waiting for so long?"
Yunzhu looked at Yunzhu with his wonderful eyes, and there was a smile between the corners of his mouth.
The so-called waiting is of course an exaggeration, and this sentence was originally just a joke.
Mo Qing seemed to have been caught doing something bad, so he avoided Yunzhu's gaze. He didn't have time to think about it in the future, so he replied: "Painting in..."
"Where's the painting? Why don't you show it to me?"
Yunzhu looked around at the unobstructed view of the cave, with a smile in his eyes.
Mo Qing knew that he couldn't hide his thoughts from Yunzhu, so he snorted and said as if he was angry: "That painting is too ugly, so don't look at it."
Yunzhu smiles.
The two women chatted in the cave, and only when facing Yunzhu, Mo Qing would talk more and smile more on his face.
However, in the conversation between the two of them, they always seemed to be avoiding something intentionally or unintentionally.
Before leaving, Yunzhu asked: "My sister has already entered the imperial realm, doesn't she plan to ascend to the world?"
"Um."
Mo Qing responded softly, lowered his head and said, "Sister, I know that it is enough for me to have a place in the Zhongqian World, away from the hustle and bustle, and to calm down and paint." Gu
"The whole world is nothing to me."
Yunzhu smiled slightly.
This is of course only one reason.
"My sister has also entered the imperial realm, why hasn't she ascended?"
Mo Qing raised his head and asked.
Yunzhu said: "Perhaps there is someone in Zhongqian World that I can't let go of."
Mo Qing's heart trembled and she asked, "Who is it?"
Yunzhu blinked and said with a smile: "Of course it's you, sister..."
Mo Qing was not annoyed when she realized that she was being teased by Yunzhu again, and just glared at her lightly.
At this moment, an extremely fierce sword energy suddenly burst out from the Three Thousand Realms, soaring into the sky and tearing the sky apart!
Even Yunzhu and Mo Qing, who were in the Tianhuang Realm, were aware of it.
Yunzhu said: "I am afraid that only Bei Mingxue, the master of the sword world, can emit such a powerful sword intention. It seems that she has reached the perfection of the imperial realm."
Mo Qing said: "There are other people like us who don't want to ascend to the world. Junior Brother Su's eldest disciple has not ascended yet."
Yunzhu sighed: "She didn't ascend, maybe because she knew that she was carrying Brother Su's expectations."
"Um?"
Mo Qing was a little confused.
There was a trace of sadness in Yunzhu's eyes, but without explaining, he just murmured: "He is leaving."
…
Bei Mingxue has cultivated to the perfection of the Imperial Realm. The sword energy reverberates between the heaven and the earth. The sword intent is condensed and never disperses. All the sentient beings in the Three Thousand Realms are aware of it!
This kind of movement is nothing more than the Emperor Chengdao.
The underworld.
The top of Baodu Mountain.
An old man in green robes, sitting as dry as a stone, seemed to have passed away and was lifeless.
But at the moment when Bei Mingxue's sword intent soared into the sky, the green-robed old man suddenly opened his eyes, and the light blooming in his eyes could spread to almost every corner of the underworld!
All the ghosts moved out of the way, not daring to look at him!
As his eyes opened, the majestic vitality in the green-robed old man's body also awakened and burst out!
The old man in green robe stood up slowly and whispered: "It's time to leave."
After the Battle of Futian, Su Zimo didn't have much life left. The reason why he chose to stay in the underworld for 60,000 years was because he was worried that Fengdu would come back again and cause trouble to the people after he left.
For 60,000 years, with him guarding the underworld, Fengdu seemed to disappear out of thin air and never appeared again.
Su Zimo was waiting for an opportunity, when a strong man who could suppress Fengdu would be born in the world, and he could leave with peace of mind.
Over the years, some people have achieved the Great Perfection of the Imperial Realm, but in terms of combat power, they are still unable to match Fengdu.
The moment Bei Mingxue reached the imperial realm, Su Zimo knew that he could leave with peace of mind.
From now on, the Zhongqian World will be guarded by Bei Mingxue.
Even if Fengdu makes a comeback, he will never be able to withstand Bei Mingxue's long sword.
Su Zimo thought, and the next moment, he was already above the sword world.
"Master."
When Bei Mingxue saw Su Zimo, she bowed slightly.
The two never communicated about this matter, but Bei Mingxue knew what Su Zimo was thinking and wishing, so he stayed in Zhongqian World and never left.
The so-called passing on from generation to generation means that what is passed down is not just some Taoism, but also a spirit and a responsibility.