In the endless sea of ​​flowers, there are colorful flowers, swaying with the wind, and the wind blows, all over the sky are filled with various spiral and dancing petals, turning into overwhelming waves of flowers.

"Can you get the truth?"

As the rustling sounds, it seems to be there and there is nothing to be heard. It melts into the wind, falls into the flowers, sinks into the soil, as if it is integrated with this earth and turns into every inch of flesh and blood.

Although the four seasons change, the sea of ​​flowers does not wither, and it seems to achieve eternal life.

Time flies.

The battle between the ancestor gods was already a cloud of smoke in the past.

Both the two great ancestor gods of the other world died in the immortal world. One was crushed to pieces, and the other was used to fill the spatial fault. The remaining half-ances of the other world were buried in the desert of the ancient gods. This is why the flowers here bloom so brightly. It is said that it was because it absorbed countless saints' flesh and blood essences and turned into eternal life.

However, no one knew about the people who participated in the war, and there was also a person buried here.

A ancestral god, an ancestral god who made a stunning but ended in disgrace, seemed to be a flash in the pan.

Even there are very few people in the world who know his name.

But did he really die?

I don't know, no one knows it.

At least Li Xunhuan didn't believe it, he didn't believe it. All the past friends had passed away. He searched all over the world but found nothing. Only after learning about Ji Shenxiu's existence was he ecstatic. Who would have thought that he would meet again was the day of separation, and he had not even left his body.

Shennong once said that Ji Shenxiu used his body as a furnace to refine dirty blood, and barely held on until the war was over. The flesh and blood had become jade, and the soul dissipated, and finally dissipated into infinite light, disappearing between heaven and earth.

Even the soul was dispersed? The soul was dispersed. This ending was far more miserable than what Shennong had to come back then. At least he still had residual spirits, but Ji Shenxiu had nothing left.

But Li Xunhuan just didn't believe it. He didn't believe it for a day before the sea of ​​flowers had withered.

Although the methods practiced by Ji Shenxiu are bizarre and evil, they are mysterious and mysterious. Even Shennong once said that the power of the devil can be supreme. People's hearts divide good and evil, can transform demons and be saints. Ji Shenxiu is both the original demon and the ancestor god. As long as everyone in the world does not die, they will not die.

In the world of immortality, the ancestor god of Shennong family reappears in the world. Shennong Palace is reopening and emitting treasures. He even says that each situation will select the disciples with great talent and keep it useful. Then he rushed into the depths of the starry sky without a trace. At this point, the storm of the Continent of immortality is surging, and the extremely talented people of each situation will emerge one after another, hoping to be attracted by the ancestor god and gain the opportunity.

...

Time flies.

In the lonely sea of ​​flowers, there is nothing else except the swaying sound of flowers. Although it has changed its appearance, few people come to this forbidden land. No one can find it strange to see the boundless sea of ​​flowers that tens of thousands of miles away.

The vast world.

A lonely figure stood in the wind, with green robe and white hair. His eyes scanned every inch of the land in the sea of ​​flowers, as if he was looking for something.

"Ahem!"

He was coughing.

The cold and grim young man in black whispered: "Master, I believe that the ancestor will never die!"

The person who spoke was Jue Dao. Who could be called by him? Apart from Li Xunhuan?

A hair was raised, and God knew how much suffering he had suffered during the long years. Li Xunhuan was silent for a long time before he said slowly: "Since he said he could reshape his soul for others, he would definitely not die so easily."

Looking at the beautiful sea of ​​flowers blooming under his feet, his drooping eyes raised, his eyes flashing, as if he had made a decision.

"I want to find him!"

Jue Dao was stunned. Everyone knew that Ji Shenxiu's body was not there, and even his weapons disappeared, as if there had never been such a person in the world.

"But should we go everywhere?"

After being asked this, Li Xunhuan swept away the endless sea of ​​flowers, pondered for a long time, but was also confused.

But who would have thought that the originally lonely and empty sea of ​​flowers would change inexplicably at this moment. The flowers swayed, and saw a little spark flying out of each flower, which was extremely small, like pollen and dust, gathering and twisting in the air, gradually turning into a blurred figure, illusory, like light and shadow.

Jue Dao was stunned at first, then he looked extremely excited. Just as he was about to speak, he saw Li Xunhuan looking at the extremely familiar figure, as if he was thinking about something, with a serious look on his face.

"This is not him, just because these flowers were once infected with his Tao and Dharma, and now some kind of change has taken place!"

His brows were frowning and his eyes were changing, as if he was thinking about why such a change occurred.

Since the battle between the ancestor gods, except for Shennong and Xiao Chenshi who came, there have been many people. Their master and disciple have stayed here for a long time, almost traveling to every inch of the land in the sea of ​​flowers, but they all returned in vain. Ji Shenxiu really has never left any trace.

But now.

"... Can you get the Tao?" The phantom that was exactly the same as Ji Shenxiu seemed to be unable to see Li Xunhuan's disciple, but just murmured to himself, his voice was extremely weak. "... Can you get the Tao..."

Li Xunhuan calmed down and focused, and these four words always echoed in his ears, but the more he heard, the deeper his brows frowned, because he could only hear these four words. The remaining voice was in chaos, as if he was whispering, and it was not true. However, Li Xunhuan had a strange feeling in his heart for no reason. Those unreal words were the most important, hidden mystery.

"Could it be that he had already expected that today would be what kind of backup plan?" Li Xunhuan's body surged wildly, and his young and attractive eyes suddenly seemed to float out of a starry sky, dazzling and rush out, and he gradually seemed to blend with this world and connect.

The unreal voice in my ears became clear, and I heard that it was.

"Humanity, humanity, I have been a human being, can I attain the truth? Can I attain the truth..."

Li Xunhuan was shocked.

He was also a little confused. It was no secret that Ji Shenxiu established the "Supreme Demonic Way", but where did this "humanity" come from.

"Where does humanity exist? How does humanity exist?"

A gentle whisper is as soft as the breeze, as if there is and as if there is nothing.

Li Xunhuan saw the phantom in front of him and said this suddenly, as if he was thinking about something.

After waiting for a long time, the petals were flying all over the sky. Just as Li Xunhuan was gradually feeling weak, the phantom's eyes suddenly lit up, as if he was laughing, and seemed to have figured out something extremely difficult to understand.

"The Tao...the Tao is in the heart of the human heart, comes from the earth, and should go to the earth to look for it..."

"Human world?Human world!"

Li Xunhuan felt awakened.

Then I saw the phantom suddenly move. It pointed at the void from afar. On the sea of ​​flowers, it seemed that a drop of ink was pointed out. The ink trace spread from the fingertips of the phantom, spreading rapidly, turning into a portal. At that end, the sound of the torrents rushing came.

Li Xunhuan said nothing, grabbed the sword beside him and galloped towards the door opened by the shadow. Through the void, he could see it. On the other side, a rushing river that stretched like a dragon was roaring and venting.

The turbid waves are like mud soup, and the turbulence is rolling.

It was the Yellow River.

The world of humanity?

Li Xunhuan didn't care about the shock in his heart, and he subconsciously looked back.
Chapter completed!