"The heaven and earth change drastically, gods and generals are not gods, immortals and generals are not immortals, and humans are not humans. This is not the Dharma-Ending Age, but the era of great destruction..."
Emperor Xin murmured, his thoughts in his eyes changed.
Finally, he took Han Zhixian out of the cave and headed far away.
Although Han Zhixian is not the one he knows now, he did not kill him, but suppressed him and put him in the mustard seed space.
He knew that even if he killed the Han Zhixian in front of him, it would be meaningless. Without Han Zhixian, there would be other immortals and gods that would bring disasters. Moreover, he might be shocked and let the hidden existence know his return in advance.
Before leaving, Emperor Xin used the rain summoning technique again to nourish this world.
Although he knew that what he had done might be a futile thing and could not change anything, a rain can always make the world less despair.
"It's raining...it's raining...oh..."
In the rain, children in the village ran out, stepping barefoot in the mud, cheering endlessly.
"Come back soon, don't get caught in a cold, run around again, be careful of being beaten."
Soon, an adult scolding came, shouting at him, asking the children to return to the house, but their faces were filled with joyful smiles.
They have been waiting for this rain for too long, but now, they finally waited for it. Life seems to be less desperate and have some hope.
"Hanzhixian is the first to become a god, so his spirituality is wiped out. So, will there be some difference between those who become saints in the body when they first become saints?"
Emperor Xin murmured, and then his eyes turned toward the southwest.
As far as he knew, the only one who became a saint in the Seiji Tribulation of the Gods was Erlang Yang Jian, and Yang Jian was the son of the fortune of the Seiji Tribulation of the Gods. In addition, he was also somewhat related to the Jade Emperor. Perhaps, in this original post-Shengshi Tribulation era, he could still maintain spirituality.
Yang Jian’s temple is located in Guan County, Sichuan Province. If Yang Jian is still there, he should have lived here.
Thinking of this, Di Xin did not choose to turn back to his community, but said goodbye to him in the darkness, and then turned into a stream of light and flew southwest.
Now he still has the cultivation level of a true fairyland, and his speed of flying in the air is much faster than that of an airplane.
As he flew all the way, Di Xin passed through the magnificent mountains and rivers, but looked down from the sky and found that everything here had more or less disasters. Although the authorities were trying their best to fight and used a lot of manpower and material resources, the disaster was too terrifying. Even so, there were still signs of decline.
“How sad is the world…”
Emperor Xin murmured, whether it is the prehistoric era or the present era, once there are many disasters or natural disasters, these creatures will often suffer the most.
"Only by changing the prehistoric world can we change this place! Hopefully, Yang Jian can let me know some secrets..."
Emperor Xin murmured, moving forward all the way. After half a day, he spanned most of China and appeared over Sichuan Province.
The former Tianfu Kingdom is not much different from the outside world. Many places have dried up, rivers have been cut off, and some places have even seen signs of cracking the earth and collapsed mountains, which makes people's livelihood difficult.
Is there no Pure Land in the world?
Emperor Xin murmured, his thoughts changing. He now realized how naive he had lived in the past. He had not noticed anything, and had not discovered anything. He lived his own little life and had never sensed that a terrifying catastrophe was about to fall.
However, he still didn't understand what special he had, so he was chosen to go to the prehistoric world and change all this.
"Hey, there are some differences here..."
A little later, Emperor Xin arrived at Guanjiang. In the sky, he found that Guanjiang was surprisingly calm and full of vitality. It seemed that the power of destruction was isolated by some force and blocked from the outside and could not invade this place, just like a rare pure land in this world.
"Yang Jian protects this place! He is different after all!"
Emperor Xin murmured, becoming more and more confident that Yang Jian was living here now, and Guanjiang's vitality also made him understand that although Yang Jian stood on Ji Fa's side in the original historical line of the Gods, his desire to compare with the human race has not changed.
More importantly, after experiencing so many things, Yang Jian may have a change in his mood compared to the original Demonic Tribulation.
To be precise, Yang Jian now may be more similar to the Yang Jian he met in the new Tribulation of the Gods.
A little later, Emperor Xin's eyes fell on a small temple next to the river.
On the plaque at the entrance of the temple, there are three simple words "Erlang Temple". The temple is very simple, just a simple earthen house. On the ground at the door, an old black dog was lying asleep lazily. Suddenly, he raised his head and looked up at the sky. Then, he called out twice in the temple.
Then, an old temple Zhu with a white beard walked out and looked into the sky. Immediately, as if I noticed something, three eyes were opened between my eyebrows and looked at the sky.
This old temple prays to an old black dog, Yang Jian and Xiaotian Dog.
However, as Emperor Xin saw, although Yang Jian's eyes were still there, the divine light in the eyes seemed to have become dim and gray.
"I am guarding this place, snoop, get out!"
The next moment, a cold shout came from Yang Jian's mouth. Although he was old, he was like thunder, making his soul tremble slightly.
"Yang Jian, indeed, is guarding this place! Moreover, it seems that he has driven out those who tried to mess up this place!" Emperor Xin nodded slightly, and after he made a decision in his mind, his figure shook and appeared in front of Erlang Temple, bowed to Yang Jian, and said with a smile: "Fellow Daoist Yang Jian, don't be nervous, I have no malice, I'm looking for fellow Daoist here!"
"You call me fellow Taoist?" Yang Jian heard Emperor Xin's words, glanced up and down and laughed arrogantly.
He is extremely old and far away, but now, a modern man actually calls him a fellow Taoist, which makes him not laugh.
"Why can't I call you fellow Taoist? I used to be like this." Emperor Xin chuckled, shook his body, and turned into Yang Jian's appearance when he was young. After chuckling at him, he then revealed the aura of the eight or nine mysterious masters and said, "Now, fellow Taoist Yang Jian believes that I have no malice, right?"
"Stinky monkey?! Are you still alive?!"
Yang Jian was surprised and looked at Emperor Xin in shock, a little lost in his mind, looking like he couldn't believe his eyes.
Do you think of me as Sun Wukong?
How come Yang Jian means that Sun Wukong seems to have died!
When Emperor Xin heard the sound, his brows frowned.
What happened in today's world and why, even Sun Wukong fell?!