Gu Yucheng and Xu stood outside Hetian Palace.

In the deepest part of Hetian Palace, a man slowly emerged.

The state of the man's soul is not like Mo Zheng's soul, which is full of traces of the vicissitudes of time. The man's soul seems to shine with the sun and the moon. In other words, the man's state has broken away from too many laws of heaven and earth.

Trapped.

The man looked at Gu Yucheng for a moment and sighed with interest, "Oh? The bloodline of the demon clan - and this bloodline, there is something strange about it. And ancient spiritual power? There are inner demons in him? Is he practicing with his inner demons? -

-Where does this kid come from? Is he from the lineage of the high priest of the demon tribe or from the human tribe? If I remember correctly, the human tribe should be that guy from Guigu. The demon tribe... can't remember clearly now."

The man pondered for a long time and sighed, "It has been more than 50,000 years since the fall of cultivating immortals. Is the Great Wilderness going to recreate everything in the past?"

The man's eyes gradually formed double pupils, and then one pair of eyes turned into two pairs.

The man is none other than Cangjie.

With four eyes, Cangjie looked up at the universe and observed all things. He often suffered from the trivial things in the world, often lamented the chaos of the world, watched the footprints of birds and beasts, and was inspired by himself. Once he has achieved it, he will gain it forever, and he understood the method of making characters.

So a word was created, and the words were accumulated into articles, and articles were accumulated into chapters. After a long period of development, words were finally able to encompass the world and distinguish all things.

At that moment, grains rained from the sky, ghosts cried at night, and the great road appeared.

That was the most glorious moment in Cangjie's life.

Cangjie was therefore revered as the "Ancestor of Literature" and the "Sage of Cang".

Cangjie, who was standing in Hetian Palace at this moment, kept recalling:

When I started to write the first word, my fingers were pressed on the loess.

But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't write the first word. Cangjie knew in his heart how precious "words" were, and if he wanted to write the first word, he would have to pay an unimaginable price.

At that moment, Cangjie mobilized all his cultivation, but he could only write one stroke.

So Cangjie spent a lot of time and effort, spent a long time, and almost at the moment when his life was approaching, he wrote the first "character" of the Great Wilderness.

At that moment, Cangjie's soul spread all over the world in an instant, and his realm suddenly broke free and reached a higher level.

Cangjie knew that he alone was not enough to create all the words. Moreover, he had to sow the words, just like planting seeds, until one day they would become towering trees that could grab clouds and seize rocks.

So Cangjie bid farewell to the Yellow Emperor and traveled throughout the wilderness, giving up everything else and talking about "words" with countless people.

Cangjie's realm also continued to improve during the long years of character creation.

Until one day, Cangjie understood almost all the essentials and methods of making characters. The sky and the earth turned pale, the great road appeared, and a grain of millet fell at Cangjie's feet. Then, a millet rain fell, people cheered during the day, and ghosts cried at night.

Cangjie knew that after possessing writing, the civilization of the Great Wilderness had the possibility of prosperity and continuity.

It's a pity that later on, the way of heaven was in turmoil, and the cultivation of immortality gradually declined.

In order to protect the Great Wilderness, the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors as well as Cangjie and other people from all walks of life established the Great Wilderness Hall.

In the turmoil of heaven, after the cultivation of immortals completely declined, the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors also lost their former cultivation. They were not even in the Taiyi realm anymore.

The Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors used the Great Desolate Palace to cultivate immortality again.

The first emperor is born again.

The turmoil in heaven continues.

At the beginning, the Three Emperors promised to recreate the Great Wilderness and cultivate immortality. Those people, ghosts, and demons who participated in the construction of the Great Wilderness Palace because their cultivation had fallen, chose to believe it.

The three emperors also gave their all, but unfortunately, it was not enough to shake the way of heaven.

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The way of heaven this time is not just the way of heaven in the wilderness.

The three emperors passed on the inheritance one by one, but failed one after another.

Therefore, those people, ghosts, and monsters who were living on their last legs began to fight for the Great Desolate Palace after losing hope. Just to survive for themselves.

The era of the Five Emperors has arrived, an era of mutual attacks and melee.

The Five Emperors continued to pass it on. At this time, even the Five Emperors began to feel that it was no longer possible to cultivate immortality.

Until one day, floods ravaged the wilderness, and the turmoil of heaven entered its most violent moment.

The last emperor of the Five Emperors, together with the remaining humans, ghosts, and monsters in the world, began to contribute to the civilization of the wilderness.

They sacrificed everything because they knew that it was no longer possible to cultivate immortality, but the wilderness could not be completely destroyed. They began to give up and leave their hope to future generations.

So Dayu used Jiuding to return to the Ningding realm and fight against this turmoil with everyone in the wilderness.

In the end, Dayu used the Great Wilderness Palace, the only place that could possibly recreate the era of immortal cultivation, to resist this natural disaster.

Dayu succeeded in controlling the floods.

He cultivated immortality, but fell silent.

Therefore, Qi, the son of Dayu, turned to establish another era: cultivation.

As time goes by, people pass on the vague past orally and turn it into legends.

Many people in the age of cultivating immortals chose to become souls, hide in the wilderness, and continue to accompany them for fifty thousand years. They were waiting for the age of cultivating immortals, but not for themselves.

In the past 50,000 years, one demon and one person have set foot in the Taiyi Realm. They have all promoted the return of the era of immortal cultivation.

Cang Jie walked out of his memories, looked at Gu Yucheng, and sighed slowly, "We have been around for too long, how many traces of us in the era of cultivating immortals are there in the wilderness? - After experiencing the decline of cultivating immortals, we left behind in the last era of cultivating immortals.

Legend after legend, there are specious immortals there, as well as the original sense of desolation."

Cangjie sighed for a long time and murmured, "In the era of cultivating immortals, we were desolate and pure. We used blood as the relationship to spread the blood. When the heaven was in turmoil, we tried our best to build the Great Desolate Palace, hoping that the Three Emperors could change everything.

.But what we experienced was not the collapse of heaven and earth. So we started fighting again. From beginning to end, it was selfish."

"Until the entire wilderness faced collapse, we began to realize that that time was the purest unity, for the sake of the world." Cangjie thought about it for a long time.

"We already know that there are other civilizations outside the wilderness, but it's a pity that the cultivation of immortality declined so quickly that we didn't have time to explore..." Cangjie turned around and looked at the entire Xiuyuhai City.

Cangjie soon saw another person.

"This boy has an imbalance of yin and yang. He frequently uses the method of picking yin and replenishing yang, which damages his foundation. Although he is very talented, he is eager for quick success and quick success, so that his temper is turbulent and blinds his own talent. The gold and jade are outside, but the inside is ruined. It is insignificant.

"The person Cangjie was looking at was none other than Jiang Deyu.

At this moment, Jiang Deyu met Shi Lin.

Jiang Deyu held Zhang Yuhe's hand, feeling extremely calm and looking at Shi Lin in front of him.

Shi Lin was shivering in the corner of the hall when the light was suddenly blocked. He raised his head in panic and saw Jiang Deyu, and he quickly got up.

"Jiang! Young Master Jiang! You..." Shi Lin stood timidly.

Jiang Deyu raised his right eyebrow, his face was as usual, and he asked, "It seems that you have also entered Huisuhu. - Where is that rude person from Fu Wuhua?"

Shi Lin hesitated.

Jiang Deyu raised his left eyebrow, "What are you afraid of? My bodyguard has already told me about Fu Wuhua's forced entry into Huisu Pot. I don't want to argue with you guys who are fishing in troubled waters. After all, it was Fu Wuhua who took the lead. Even if the score is settled, this

The debt must also be settled on Fu Wuhua's head."

Shi Lin finally opened his mouth and said, "Jiang, Young Master Jiang, please come with me."

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The disciples of the Dongyin Sect have lost contact, I wonder if I can follow you?"

Jiang Deyu felt suspicious, "Your disciple didn't contact you?"

Shi Lin's eyes flashed slightly.

Naturally, we have contacted them, but these disciples are just ordinary disciples, so why should we go to them?

Shi Lin shook his head and pretended to be sad, "No, not really."

Jiang Deyu was so shrewd that he could tell at a glance that Shi Lin was lying, but Jiang Deyu didn't care.

"Then do you know where Fu Wuhua is now? - This place is the inheritance of my Qianxun genealogy. How can I allow him to act wild and mischievous here?" Jiang Deyu's eyes narrowed.

Fu Wuhua must be driven away before he knows where this place is.

If Fu Wuhua knew that this place was the palace of the Hailing Clan, it would be equivalent to letting Fu Hengtian know.

"Qu Woji was sent by a merchant to transport demon women as slaves for me. During the conversation, he kept exploring the ruins of Huisuhu. I thought that the Xiuyuhai City in Huisuhu must be

Is there some hidden secret, otherwise there is no need for merchants to pursue an ancient city..." Jiang Deyu thought.

"If Fu Hengtian gets to know about Xiuyuhai City, I'm afraid a piece of flesh will be bitten off." Thinking of this, Jiang Deyu looked at Shi Lin.

Shi Lin hesitated for a moment. Jiang Deyu pulled Zhang Yuhe and was about to leave. Shi Lin quickly shouted, "Master Jiang! - Although I don't know where Fu Wuhua is now, I know the direction he is leaving!"

Jiang Deyu coldly ordered, "Hurry up and say it."

Shi Lin quickly pointed out a direction.

Jiang Deyu looked in the direction and felt bad.

"Damn it! The direction Fu Wuhua went to turned out to be Hongzhang Pavilion!" Jiang Deyu cursed, turned to Shi Lin and asked, "How long has Fu Wuhua been away?!"

Shi Lin quickly replied, "It's been a while."

Jiang Deyu gritted his teeth, dragged Zhang Yuhe and turned around to walk in the direction of Hetian Palace. Fu Wuhua probably already knew about Hetian Palace from Hongzhang Pavilion. In this case, it was better to go directly to Hetian Palace.
To be continued...