Not long after Zuo Wuji and Jin Jia took Li Feng away from Kuinan, a middle-aged man with black hair came to Zhu Yan's mansion to visit Zhu Yan, but was told that Zhu Yan was not at home.
"Your king is not here? Where did he go? Did he leave any words?"
The man looked calm, but he was worried in his heart. He came here on orders and had been told some bad guesses before coming. As expected, he came to the Southern Wilderness Mountains but found nothing.
The gatekeeper monster just shook his head.
"The king did not leave any message. How can we guess his whereabouts? If you have anything to say, I will tell the king when he comes back, or you can wait here."
The middle-aged man said after thinking for a moment.
"Then let me go into the palace and wait for your king, okay?"
The gatekeeper monster thought for a moment.
"That's fine, but you can only be in the front yard. You are not allowed to enter the back yard without the king's permission. If you trespass and the king finds out, you will be killed without a burial place."
“It’s natural!”
The man nodded and agreed to all the conditions, then followed the monster into the mansion. After the monster took him to a living room, the man broke out of his shell, leaving behind a lifelike fake body in the distance, and he turned into green smoke and entered the backyard of the monster's mansion.
Although there are restrictions everywhere in here, these restrictions cannot stop the man at all. The wisp of green smoke wanders around in this demon house, directly reaching the deep backyard, and turns into a man again in a garden.
If Zhu Yan were here, he would definitely catch him. There are indeed some powerful monsters here, but they are not good enough to see through the masculine aura. Now it seems that Zhu Yan is really not in this mansion.
The man looked down at the chessboard on the garden table and the two chess boxes beside it. It seemed that Zhu Yan did not leave in a hurry.
'Is it that he himself avoided showing up?'
As the chess player, it is very difficult to calculate the opponent's true whereabouts, but the man's premonition was not very good.
At this moment, the man suddenly had an idea and stretched out his right hand. A wheel mirror as white as the bright moon appeared in his hand. A burst of light appeared on it, and a vague human figure appeared faintly in the light.
When the figure looked over here, the man quickly aimed the mirror at the stone table and chessboard and spoke.
"I have searched Zhu Yan's mansion and found no trace of him. He should have been away for at least three months and has not returned during this period. You, my lord, noticed something was wrong about a month ago, but everything is fine here and the chessboard is tidy, which means Zhu Yan did not leave in a hurry. I guess he left because he encountered something interesting or was asked to leave by an acquaintance."
Light and shadow flowed on the mirror, and there was no reaction from above. However, the man holding the mirror seemed to have understood some divine meaning. He nodded and quickly left.
Zhu Yan is not some little cat or dog, nor is he a simple demon king of the Southern Wilderness. In essence, he has secretly controlled a considerable part of the power in the Southern Wilderness Mountains. Moreover, no matter how much grudge he has with others, Zhu Yan may be qualified to play chess after all, and at least on the surface, he can seek common ground while reserving differences with other ancient powers.
Some time after Zhu Yan was dragged into the Xiezhi scroll, some beings closely related to Zhu Yan, some demon kings and forces who relied on Zhu Yan to wave the flag, as well as those who were always paying attention to his existence, all had vague senses in their hearts, and then gradually discovered that they had lost contact with Zhu Yan.
Before this, Zhu Yan did not show any abnormal behavior.
Zhu Yan is based in the mountains of the southern wilderness. The power that his incarnation can mobilize is quite considerable. With his ability, perhaps this so-called disappearance is just the personal behavior of his chief officer, but it is too abnormal to directly cut off all breath, especially when someone wants to contact Zhu Yan and suddenly finds that Zhu Yan is missing.
This naturally caused considerable shock and attention, and even had a certain deterrent effect on certain beings. They became a little suspicious in their hearts, and even some of the original arrangements were temporarily suppressed. At least it was impossible for them to let go at this juncture. They had waited for so many years, so they didn't mind waiting a little longer.
Maybe after a while, Zhu Yan would appear on his own? After all, a fierce beast like Zhu Yan was difficult to control. If it wasn't for a common plan, he would be the kind that everyone hated.
However, as time goes by, the possibility that Zhu Yan just left on his own is becoming lower and lower.
Zhu Yan might disappear for a year or two because of a momentary interest or some private matter, but it is impossible for him to disappear for three to five years without any explanation to the inside or outside before his disappearance.
It has been seven years since Zhu Yan disappeared, and almost no one has any hope of Zhu Yan being safe and sound.
It was also seven years later that some people who had close contact with Zhu Yan and were also the manifestations of true spirits of ancient beings, all noticed the unwilling roar in the wilderness.
The awakening and violence of Zhu Yan's true body and spirit means that Zhu Yan in today's normal world is dead.
This was a fight to the death, and the cost of this loss also meant that the real Zhu Yan would now struggle alone in the terrible wasteland. It would be difficult for him to seal his true essence and survive, and even more difficult for him to separate his true essence and manifest himself in the world. He would spend his days like years there, resenting and waiting for his fate to be in the hands of others.
Unless Zhu Yan can give up everything and directly transform into a fetus into the world, there are indeed people who can do this, and Zhu Yan also has this ability, but he cannot give up the body of an ancient ferocious beast, and even more so, give up the share of the ancient way of heaven and earth that he has seized.
"Xiezhi—"
The moment Zhu Yan woke up, a mad roar came out of his mouth, and the murderous aura that soared to the sky shook a corner of the wasteland, causing the ubiquitous dark red sand and thin spiritual energy to dissipate in pieces, allowing the dim sun in the sky to briefly appear in this dark and bleak wasteland.
But the sunlight did not bring warmth to this place exiled by heaven and earth. Even the big sun in the sky seemed to be looking at the giant ape roaring to the sky in the wilderness with mockery.
This furious roar that was filled with violence was quickly drowned out in the wilderness, but the word "Xiezhi" was still vaguely sensed by some beings that were in a state of half-dream and half-wakefulness, and they could even feel Zhu Yan's resentment and hatred that were filled with violence.
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For Zhu Yan, these seven years have made many people suspicious and uneasy, and many have suppressed their impulses. Some have followed the rules, seemingly not caring but in fact being cautious, and all of them have been more cautious.
But for many people in the righteous path, especially those who have a close relationship with Ji Yuan, these seven years have also been unsettling. Zhu Yan has disappeared for seven years, and so has Mr. Ji.
By the same token, it is not impossible for a practitioner to go into seclusion for ten to eight years, or even thirty to fifty years, but it is rare for a person to disappear for too long without reason, let alone disappear when no one can contact them, especially in today's world of great changes.
It goes without saying that Ji Yuan's friends and close associates like Lao Long were worried. The fact that Ji Yuan did not show up and no news came in the first year when the Dragon Girl opened up the wasteland sea had already made the Tongtian River people very worried. This has been going on for seven years in a row, which is bound to make people anxious.
The cultivators in Tianji Pavilion were almost going crazy with anxiety. For seven years, all kinds of communication methods were used to point to Ji Yuan, but he had no direction and could not fly out. Everyone in Tianji Pavilion was almost going bald with anxiety. In today's world, if a figure like Mr. Ji died quietly, it is hard to imagine how terrible things are waiting in the world.
Fortunately, the Tianji Wheel has its own evolution, at least it makes everyone in the Tianji Pavilion understand that Mr. Ji’s life is safe, but he is neither “inside” nor “outside” it.
It was the second day of April. In Xia Yong's official residence in Liping, the capital, Ji Yuan slowly opened his eyes in a backyard room that had been vacant for seven years.
At this moment, the slightly dim room seemed to brighten up, and the slight smell of corruption was swept away at this moment, making the room look fresh and natural.
On the table in front of the cushion, the scroll of Xiezhi was still unfolded. It was no longer pitch black, but a brightly colored and lifelike image of an ancient mythical beast.
The futon, the desk, the scroll, and Ji Yuan, it seemed as if nothing had changed, as if Ji Yuan had been sitting on this futon from beginning to end and had never moved, as if everything had just happened the night before, and these seven years had passed in just a blink of an eye.
Looking at the spotlessly clean interior, Ji Yuan counted on his fingers for a long time before he breathed a sigh of relief. Seven and a half years had passed, and fortunately nothing irreversible had happened during this time.
But then again, if there really were some horrifying changes, Ji Yuan would wake up immediately. It can only be said that seven years is a long time for ordinary people, but it is not a long time for existences that often measure hundreds or thousands of years.
Ji Yuan reached out and picked up the Xiezhi scroll. The Xiezhi on it did not react at all, but the scroll seemed much heavier.
Standing up, Ji Yuan looked up, his sight seemed to penetrate the roof and see through the sky. There was light in Ji Yuan's eyes, different from the various gas phases seen by the Dharma Eye in the past. There were three special kinds of brilliant light that could be seen but not touched, each with its own light but
"The three hues that I saw seem to be different from what ordinary immortals say... Hehe, no wonder it's hard for me to gather my three hues. They are not "spirit, energy and spirit", but "heaven, earth and man". Hey, should I cry or laugh? When my three hues gather, will I still be myself?"
However, Ji Yuan at least understood that now that his injuries had healed and he was full of energy, his cultivation had also made great progress. More importantly, the picture of the sword formation had been drawn.
Muttering to himself, Ji Yuan walked towards the door and pulled it gently but failed to open it. He shook his head and smiled again. The people from the Li Mansion actually locked the door.
Ji Yuan pulled again, and the copper lock outside the door opened and fell to the ground with a "pop", and the door that had been sealed for a long time was slowly opened.
In the courtyard outside the door, the servants were resting and playing chess on the stone table. When they heard the door open, they turned to look at Ji Yuan, only to see that the locked door had opened by itself.
At this moment, the vision was a little blurry, and it was not known whether the light outside shone into the room or the room was brighter, but the illusion of this moment quickly disappeared in the trance, and the next moment everyone saw a man in a blue shirt standing in front of the door.
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