In a mountain range in the middle region of the Eastern Wasteland, the purple air is flourishing, the clouds are lingering, and the ancient trees are evergreen, like a worldly fairy vein, which is very extraordinary.

Ziweijiao is located in the deep mountains of Xianmai. Looking from a distance, the sky is filled with stars, with a big purple star in the center, green dragon, white tiger, red bird and Xuanwu guarding the four directions.

Below, there are endless mountains, where thousands of ancestral roots gather, purple air lingers, and spiritual energy permeates the ancient mountains. There are endless elixirs and ancient trees standing tall, all stained with spiritual beauty.

This is a pure land, far away from the hustle and bustle of the world, and an ideal place for monks to practice.

At this time, in a secret place of Ziwei Sect, a group of people gathered in front of a five-color altar, quietly waiting for something.

The leader of the group, Ziwei Cult Leader, is wearing a purple robe with stars all over it, shining with brilliance. His black hair is like a waterfall, scattered on his shoulders and back, his eyes are as deep as the stars, and he raises his hands and feet, showing the majesty of someone who has been in power for a long time.

, like a supreme king.

On his head, there is a huge star like a treasure wheel, hanging in the sky, guarding him in the center. The purple light flows, making him look like a god. He is protected by a big purple star, like an immortal.

It comes from the lower realms of the domain and gathers the power of the stars in the sky.

And behind him, the others were also very imposing, each one of them was like a star descending from the earth, with incomparable majesty.

At this time, everyone saw a flash of light and a figure appearing on the altar out of thin air.

It was a man dressed in white, tall and handsome, with an aloof and immortal temperament, giving him the impression of peerless grace.

He spoke softly, "Excuse me, is this Beidou?"

Ziwei Cult Master replied in a deep voice: "Yes, welcome the geniuses from the ancestral land to Ziwei Cult!"

"Welcome!", "Welcome!", "Welcome!"...

Everyone else also welcomed Tai Wei.

Taiwei looked at the group of people in front of him and said with a smile: "Seniors, you are too polite. I'm just here to practice."

After some pleasantries, Ziwei leader took a young man in purple and said to Taiwei:

"Friend Tai Xiao, this is my disciple and the holy son of Ziwei Sect. During this period, let him take you to familiarize yourself with the environment."

Taiwei nodded and said to the young man in purple: "Then I'll leave it to you, Holy Son Ziwei."

Holy Son Ziwei said with a little arrogance: "Easy to say, easy to say."

In the next few days, Ziwei Shengzi explained to Taiwei the current power releases of Beidou and the precautions for walking in Beidou.

In Beidou today, the only forces that can be called the ultimate power are the Tianxuan Holy Land in the central part of the Eastern Wasteland, Buddhism in the Western Desert, and the current Heavenly Emperor living in Nanling.

The Yuhua Divine Dynasty that once occupied Zhongzhou has long since been destroyed. Today, in Zhongzhou, there are no extreme forces, but various sects and hundreds of religions competing with each other.

The forces that should not be provoked near the Ziwei Sect include the Tianxuan Holy Land and the Emperor's Palace located in the Tianduan Mountains.

Moreover, there is an ancient family nearby that is as powerful as Ziwei Sect, the Wind Clan.

However, all forces must bow before the Nanling Heavenly Emperor.

After being introduced by Holy Son Ziwei and getting to know Beidou today, Taiwei bid farewell to Ziwei Sect.

"But where did our hospitality go? Was it my disciple who was rude to you?"

The leader Ziwei who arrived was surprised and tried to persuade him.

Taiwei shook his head, indicating that he did not have the situation he mentioned, and then said casually:

"After all, I came to Beidou to practice. I have to go out sooner or later. I can't stay here forever."

Regardless of Ziwei's request to stay, Taiwei left happily after saying goodbye again.

‘The inheritance method of Ziwei Sect is passed down from master to disciple, rather than blood inheritance like the Ziwei Divine Dynasty. The current Ziwei Sect has no blood connection with the Ziwei Divine Dynasty. This is very dangerous!

Although they were not rude to me in any way, it can be seen that there are already signs of separation between the two.

In the future, perhaps the Ziwei Church will cut off its ties with the Ziwei Divine Dynasty!’

After leaving Ziwei Sect, Taiwei truly saw with his own eyes the scenery of Beidou outside Ziwei Sect.

Since ancient times, there have been many famous mountains and rivers in the central region of the Eastern Wasteland, which can be described as outstanding people and places. They have gathered eternal purple energy, condensed the dragon energy of thousands of veins, and nourished the spiritual roots of heaven and earth.

'The Eastern Wasteland and the Central Region are all so magical. I really don't know how powerful the dragon veins in Zhongzhou must be!'

After walking through the spiritual veins of the fairy mountains, we arrived at the ancient city of Zitiandu, thousands of miles away.

Purple Heaven Capital is one of the ten ancient cities in the central region of the Eastern Wasteland. From ancient times to the present, it is unknown how many legends have been left behind.

According to legend, it was a purple-gold heavenly capital in the ethereal fairyland that fell into the mortal world, forming such a giant city that is famous all over the world.

'In the future, Ye Fan once found treasures in the stone workshop here in order to celebrate the birthday of the Holy Lord of the Wind Clan. Maybe I can try it too.'

Taiwei wandered around here for two days, traveling in various major stone workshops, but did not find any great opportunities through his spiritual sense.

Divine sources and ordinary treasures can be found, but they are too small and there is no shortage of resources, so it is not worth paying the price of attention.

So Taiwei left the city and headed west.

The destination here is Zhongzhou!

The rain and mist are lingering, the distant mountains are like black clouds, the lakes and mountains are beautiful, quiet and peaceful, like an ink landscape painting.

Taiwei went all the way to the west, not in a hurry, but walking slowly, feeling the nature of the world on the way.

Watching the wild geese flying south, the flowing water flowing away, listening to the rain hitting the banana trees, falling flowers and rustling sand, and the streams and rocks flowing up, sometimes you will have a kind of enlightenment.

He just wandered around the mountains and rivers, taking a leisurely stroll, feeling extremely relaxed both physically and mentally. He temporarily put aside his practice and became detached.

This is a kind of spiritual tranquility. It does not need to be maintained every moment, but it only needs to have such a taste.

"Let go of everything, and even the mountains and rivers will become more beautiful."

Taiwei muttered to himself, stood on a small boat, and swam on the lake in the misty drizzle.

Monks are not immortals, but people have seven emotions and six desires and need to experience all kinds of things in the world of mortals. Returning to nature in this way is a transcendent life and a state of mind.

Taiwei sat down and admired the view of the lake in the misty rain. She felt very contented and at peace in her heart.

The boat sailed through the lake like a shuttle and arrived at the foot of an ancient mountain in front of us.

This is the westernmost point of the Eastern Wilderness. In later generations, when Emperor Hengyu traveled to Zhongzhou, he stopped here and took one last look at the Eastern Wilderness. Then, he left without looking back.

Therefore, this ancient mountain was called "Hengyu Peak" in later generations.

The lake water flooded the roots of the mountain. At this time, the rain stopped, reflecting a hazy green mountain, shrouded in mist, like a fairyland.

Taiwei climbed up the ancient mountain, looked back at the Eastern Wasteland, and thought about how the future Emperor Hengyu would feel, and couldn't help but feel a little emotional.

'Even as strong as Emperor Hengyu, there are also times when I have no choice but when can I truly transcend everything?'
Chapter completed!