The imperial tribe covers an area of a thousand miles, and the stone houses are scattered everywhere.
In a tall stone house, an old man with white hair and beard and wrinkles sat cross-legged in the air, one foot off the ground. His head was particularly large, especially his forehead, which was bulging. It was obviously very strange, but it didn't seem abrupt when you looked closely.
In front of him, there was a mortar that looked like a small jar. The mortar seemed to be made of ordinary bluestone and there was nothing unusual about it.
The medicine pestle was unusual, like a condensation of golden light, visible but without body. It pounded down slowly, then slowly lifted up, back and forth endlessly.
Deep in the mortar, there is a river of stars flowing. Thousands of stars are crushed into dust by the pestle, and then ground into pulp, turning into bright star water. It is extremely beautiful, but it also hides a great crisis.
The power of the Galaxy Medicine was surging, as if it had the ability to overturn mountains and seas. It kept surging upwards, but as soon as it jumped up slightly, it would be crushed and pressed down by the pestle.
The old man had his eyes closed, but suddenly he opened them and turned to look outside the house.
The old man smiled kindly and said, "Interesting."
The old man's eyes lit up slightly.
With one glance, all the stars perish; with one glance, a thousand worlds are reborn.
In the tribe, many young semi-saints and young great saints gradually rose up, and soon dozens of semi-saints and great saints looked towards where Fang Yun was.
The time tornado passed through Fang Yun and quickly returned behind Di Lan.
Di Lan was still confused.
Fang Yun seemed to be unaware of anything. His eyes were empty and slowly turned blue and white, like the eastern sky before dawn.
When Di Lan saw this scene, he was both angry and anxious. Fang Yun was actually practicing during the sparring process and did not take the dignified Half-Saint seriously at all.
In the entire imperial clan, Di Lan was the only one who had mastered the time tornado in his youth. Even the most powerful saint ancestor could only barely master it after becoming a great sage.
The power of time will always be one of the strongest forces in the universe, and no power is absolutely superior to time.
Di Lan took a deep breath and said slowly: "Since this young friend looks down on me so much and is unwilling to fight back, Di Lan will have to try his best today."
After saying that, Di Lan slightly widened his eyes, which instantly turned into blue-purple whirlpools.
The time tornado behind him suddenly accelerated and expanded rapidly.
The four great saints rushed to take action, divine light flashed, and they took all the children behind them. Then the four of them lined up in a row, took a step forward, and came to the outside of the tribe, standing between Di Lan and the tribe.
In front of the four semi-saints, the sky was dark and gloomy, as if it was the end of the world. Behind the four semi-saints, the sun was shining and everything was safe.
The young children of the imperial family stared ahead with wide eyes, full of envy and curiosity, staring at the expanding tornado without saying a word.
After a few breaths, the time tornado that originally had a diameter of one hundred feet turned into a time hurricane with a diameter of three thousand feet.
A terrifying blue-purple hurricane stood on the turtle's back, so that the storm in the sky was slowly cleared away.
Some ancient creatures in the distance were terrified when they saw the time storm and fled.
The saints in the tribe nodded slightly. This Di Lan was indeed one of the best young men in the imperial family. With this time hurricane alone, he was enough to fight against ordinary great saints.
In the eyes of ordinary people, the storm ahead is just an ordinary blue-purple storm, which looks magnificent.
However, in the eyes of the saints, this time hurricane was not just one, but eight!
Eight time hurricanes were placed in different time and space, rushing towards Fang Yun from all directions.
Once they overlap, it is equivalent to the Eight Saints appearing together.
The most terrifying thing is that the time hurricane farthest from Emperor Lan is ten times more powerful than the other seven time hurricanes!
That is a talent that only those who control time can have, borrowing power from the future!
Some great saints of the imperial clan showed envy. They could only reach this realm when they reached the level of saint ancestors, but Emperor Lan was only a half-saint and yet he could reach it.
However, what the saints of the imperial family care more about is Fang Yun, who is at the center of the eight time hurricanes.
Even if the hurricane of time stirs up a gentle breeze, it can make ordinary ancient creatures age dozens of years in an instant.
Now eight time hurricanes are moving towards Fang Yun. The accumulated time power is enough to make Fang Yun age thousands of years, but Fang Yun's appearance has not changed at all.
The saints vaguely guessed that Fang Yun should have a way to protect himself, so they were not prepared to take action.
After a few breaths, eight time hurricanes arrived at Fang Yun's location at the same time.
The four-legged black snake hugged Fang Yun's calf, its eyes rolled back, foam came out of its mouth, and it fainted from fright.
The power of the eight overlapping time hurricanes has exceeded the power of an ordinary great sage. Bright lights are seen flashing between heaven and earth, and black cracks in time and space are looming. The entire space can no longer withstand the destruction of the time hurricane and may shatter into nothingness at any time.
However, Fang Yun was never affected!
Such a powerful eight-fold time hurricane did not hurt Fang Yun at all, and could not even blow Fang Yun's hair away.
Di Lan looked at Fang Yun and felt unprecedented despair in his heart. He even suspected that Fang Yun was sent by the Primordial World-Destroying Dragon to attack him.
Just when the power of the Eightfold Time Hurricane reached its peak and the space began to collapse, Fang Yun suddenly opened his eyes.
"I see!"
Behind Fang Yun, there appeared vast mountains, the peaks like waves, as if it was a sea of mountains, boundless.
In the center of the sea of mountains, a strange peak rises from the ground and continues to expand.
The saints of the imperial family looked up to the sky and exclaimed in amazement.
In front of this sea of mountains, the storm of time seems so small.
Like an ant looking at a mountain.
"This is..." Di Lan was so shocked that he was speechless for a moment.
The ancestral temple of all mountains!
The source of all mountains!
Kunlun!
The highest mountain, Kunlun Mountain, was exactly the same as the mountain-shaped jade artifact that Fang Yun had obtained in Longcheng.
It is exactly the same as Kunlun Mountain in Shengyuan Continent.
In the Wen Palace, the mountain-shaped jade artifact emerged, exploded into countless lights, and landed on the left wall of the Wen Palace.
Kunlun is vast, and the mountains are like sand.
Eternal Kunlun Map!
The new Wen Palace mural was born.
A moment later, the space above Emperor Blue collapsed, like a glass roof shattered under pressure.
A terrifying force poured down.
Like Kunlun Mountain in the sky, falling towards the imperial blue.
It is vaster than the sky, thicker than the firmament, and more vast than the starry sky.
Di Lan mobilized his strength madly, even using the holy power that he could not use, but his body remained motionless.
Di Lan's body seemed to be completely suppressed by Wanshan Ancestral Hall.
The four great saints all changed their expressions and stretched out their hands to lift up
Then the four forms of the gods appeared.
A towering ancient tree covers all directions, with flowers and fruits on it like stars, swaying in the wind, and surging holy power.
A sea of clouds expanded rapidly, changing strangely and pervasively, penetrating every hole and appearing everywhere.
A river of stars rises up into the sky like a counter-current waterfall, like the collision of thousands of stars, fearless of heaven and earth, and without fear of time and space.
The fourth strange vision in the heavens turned out to be a giant hand, holding a vortex-shaped galaxy, which slowly rose up as if it could destroy the heavens.
The four great saints of the heavens joined forces, like four pillars in the sky, supporting Kunlun.
The entire turtle shell was shaking.
The Hundred-Winged Turtle Dragon let out a loud roar.
The four-legged black snake exhaled, opened his eyes and woke up, but when he saw this scene, he rolled his eyes and fainted again.
When the four great saints took action, the entire Kunlun Mountains were still pressing down, and the four great saints actually felt exhausted.
The Great Sage who summoned the Hand of the Heavens shouted, "Don't stop!"
The mountains in Fang Yun's eyes gradually shrank and soon became clear again.
Fang Yun blinked, and the Kunlun Mountains behind him gradually faded, and the Kunlun Mountains in the sky also began to slowly become blurred.