Looking at San Baoyu Ruyi and the disappearing photo frame, Yan Zhaoge couldn't help but fall into deep thought.
He tried something else, but it didn't work.
Looking around at the strange yet familiar environment in the room, Yan Zhaoge was taken aback for a while.
After a long time, Yan Zhaoge came back to his senses, and his thoughts moved slightly.
The scene in his mind changed, like going backwards, Yan Zhaoge's mind left the blue planet, and pulled away from the vast universe of galaxies.
The time and space in front of my eyes are distorted and changed, colorful.
When the scene became stable again and the endless darkness reappeared, Yan Zhaoge felt like a lonely soul wandering from the underworld, returning to the sun and returning to his own body.
In the line of sight, in addition to the vast and endless void, there is also Feng Yunsheng's concerned eyes.
"Zhao Ge?" She looked at Yan Zhaoge with some concern.
"Don't worry, I'm fine." Yan Zhaoge first smiled at Feng Yunsheng, and then fell into deep thought again.
The three precious jade fell into his hands as he wished, playing with them back and forth.
As the thoughts in Yan Zhaoge's mind moved, the purple, white and gold brilliance of the Three Jewels Ruyi flashed together.
The next moment, the photo frame appeared in his hand.
Appearing under the universe starry sky that is completely different from that blue star!
Looking at the photo frame and the face in the photo, Yan Zhaoge looked serious.
He could even faintly feel the chill surge behind his back.
"When did you have such a portrait, dressed in weird clothes, and framed in such a strange way?" Feng Yunsheng asked from the side: "It's good for preservation."
She looked at Yan Zhaoge, and after noticing Yan Zhaoge's slightly dignified expression, her expression immediately became serious: "Zhao Ge?"
"It's okay..." Yan Zhaoge let out a long breath, looked at himself in the photo, and suddenly laughed: "Interesting!"
"Let's think about it, what was I doing at that time? It seemed that I had just returned home, threw myself on the bed, stretched my legs first, played with my phone or something..." Yan Zhaoge thought to himself, "Then I suddenly lost consciousness..."
"When I come back to my senses, I'm already the Pavilion Spirit of the Library Pavilion of Tianting Shrine."
His soul has traveled to this primordial creation.
Logically speaking, the body should remain in the original world, on that planet.
The time point of going back has not changed, so it can even be said that the body should still stay where it is, in the house where I live.
It was impossible for the people on that planet to move his body. To be precise, no one noticed his abnormality.
But now, on Blue Star, his body in his original world is gone.
Was it destroyed when he crossed over, and the world evaporated without leaving any traces, or...
"...was removed?" Yan Zhaoge looked down at the photo frame in his hand.
"If I can bring this photo frame back through Sanbaoyu Ruyi, it means that others can too."
Yan Zhaoge narrowed his eyes: "However, not many people can do it."
The great power of the Dao realm is naturally possible.
But like the Antarctic Changsheng Emperor, it can't be done.
Although he is only one step away from the Dao Realm and has a deep enough grasp of the principles of heaven and earth, his supernatural powers are insufficient and his foundation is rather weak.
In other words, his primordial spirit may try to jump out of this primordial good fortune like Yan Zhaoge, but once it jumps out, it will not be able to bear it and will be destroyed instantly.
It's like a mortal's ghost coming out of his body. Although he can escape from his own body, the ghost is not strong enough to travel day and night, and it will collapse and dissipate with a slight movement.
And those who are strong enough, but have insufficient grasp of the principles of heaven and earth, and are not ready to hit the Dao Realm, may have a strong enough soul, but they still cannot separate their souls and cannot get out of this body.
In this case, it is naturally impossible.
Yan Zhaoge was concentrating on thinking, Feng Yunsheng stood quietly at the side.
The worry on her face had disappeared, she gradually became peaceful, her eyes were as calm as water, firm as iron, patiently waiting for Yan Zhaoge's decision.
After a while, Yan Zhaoge's eyes regained focus.
He looked at Feng Yunsheng apologetically, and gently held Feng Yunsheng's palm.
The woman in front of him smiled and shook her head, waiting quietly for him to speak.
"Go to the same place with me." Yan Zhaoge said.
The two joined hands and set out on the road together.
The canopy above Yan Zhaoge's head opened, leading them up step by step, as if they were going to another "higher" place than the endless void outside the domain.
The direction there is difficult to determine, and the trace is hard to find. It is like an illusory fairyland, which is beyond words.
Among them, spiritual flowers and rare grasses are densely covered, and fairy birds and auspicious animals are everywhere.
Between the Zhilan Waterfall, stands an ordinary palace.
Above the gate of the palace is a plaque with three characters inscribed on it.
Tushita Palace.
It was not the first time for Yan Zhaoge to come to this place.
There was a boy standing at the gate of the hall, looking at him with some embarrassment.
To be precise, it was looking at the top of his head, which seemed to cover the canopy of good fortune.
On the canopy, the Great Master Xuandu was suppressed.
Grand Master Xuandu looked at the scene of Tushita Palace in front of him, but there was no expression of joy and relief on his face, but even more distressed, and he sighed.
Yan Zhaoge walked casually, came to a rock next to the palace, raised his hand to lift the rock, and then pushed Master Xuandu under it.
Then, he wrote on the rocks with his fingers, leaving behind a series of talismans, which were finally turned into a scripture.
There was a flash of light on the scriptures, and finally it merged into the rock and was never seen again.
After suppressing the Great Master Xuandu under the rock, Yan Zhaoge turned around and walked back to the gate of Tushita Palace.
The boy standing there opened his mouth again and again, but he couldn't speak the words.
"Everything is up to Laojun to decide." Yan Zhaoge said with a smile: "If Laojun wants to, Brother Xuandu can get away."
The boy smiled wryly.
Regardless of the fact that Master Xuandu is the direct descendant of the Taiqing and a disciple of Laojun, but whether Laojun let him out is still a matter of five or five, between the two...
"Tianzun, this... this is really..." the boy muttered, his face full of embarrassment.
"You can't break the seal I set, and you can't control Laojun's thoughts. You don't need to be in trouble because of this, and Daoist Brother Xuandu can't blame you." Yan Zhaoge said: "I came here today. Brother Xuandu is back, and I have something to ask."
The boy said helplessly: "So that Heavenly Venerable knows that the Elder Master has never seen any guests since he came back. Daoist Lu Ya and the ancient Buddhas who burned the lamp have all been here, but the Elder Master has closed the door."
"I understand." Yan Zhaoge nodded: "I don't necessarily have to meet Laojun, you can also give me an answer."
The boy glanced at the rock over there, and nodded helplessly: "Excuse me, the boy knows everything, and he can say everything."
"Are the treasures that Taiqing Daodetianzun Patriarch left behind after his liberation are still in the Tushita Palace?" Yan Zhaoge asked.
The boy was slightly taken aback.
Obviously, he noticed the important point in Yan Zhaoge's question.
What Yan Zhaoge asked about was the personal treasure of the Taiqing Daode Tianzun, not the personal treasure of the Taishang Laojun.