Immersed in the white ape's illusion, Ye Junlin relived all the memories of the past seventeen years.
There is sorrow, there is pain, there is laughter, there is joy, there is self-improvement, there is glory...
Years have passed since then, and the flowers on the other side are blooming.
The tightly frowned brows on Ye Junlin's face relaxed slightly. He sighed and smiled. The thick milky white fog suddenly dispersed.
The sun is dazzling and the sky is blue.
Countless spiritual energies from heaven and earth surged in. They penetrated into Ye Junlin's eyebrows and rippled wantonly in his sea of consciousness, like a surging river or a surging ocean.
Ye Junlin felt that his soul had become very light, like a small boat in a storm, swaying in the wind.
The sky and the earth became clear, and Ye Junlin floated quietly above a barren space. Here, there were no grasslands, no trees, no flowers, and no buildings or cities.
This place is like the world at the beginning of chaos, except for darkness, there is nothing, not even gravel.
Ye Junlin was floating quietly, with a happy expression, as if this space was connected to his soul. Even though it was extremely desolate, to Ye Junlin, it was the most beautiful scenery.
Suddenly the wind picked up, and spiritual energy filled the sky, beginning to stir in this space.
The spiritual energy was as lively as clouds, and in the barren space, countless vegetation grew like bamboo shoots after a rain. The grass slightly poked its head out, as if it was sizing up the world. The spiritual energy was rich, and the space instantly turned green.
Thousands of big trees rise from the ground, lush and green. Flowers bloom in the grassland, turning red and purple in the blink of an eye...
Ye Junlin watched all this and was drunk.
With a thought, Ye Junlin's mental power slowly returned to reality.
Seven-colored mysterious light soared into the sky, the colorful light curtain lingered around his body, and countless spiritual energy from heaven and earth were injected into his body. Ye Junlin felt relaxed both physically and mentally. A certain bottleneck on the road to cultivation was once again broken through by him.
The realm of mysterious spirits.
In the capital of the empire, Wei Ye was dressed in black and stood on the city tower. The wind blew his clothes and made a slight noise.
Wei Ye looked in the direction of Ye Junlin, the corners of his mouth raised slightly, and he smiled and said: "Junior brother, the time left for us is running out."
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Ye Junlin broke through the Xuanling level and his combat power increased sharply again. Just when he was about to 'show off his skills', he suddenly discovered that the battle was over.
When the white ape used the 'illusion attack', the white wolf king showed its 'power of the divine beast' without hesitation. The wolf king's body instantly became as black as ink, and the powerful pressure of the divine beast acted on the white ape.
The ape's body caused this powerful spiritual beast, whose combat power was comparable to that of the 'Half-Step Xuan King', to directly lose its combat effectiveness.
The white ape crouched at the feet of the white wolf king, trembling.
Ye Junlin smiled slightly when he saw it.
"Master, how should we deal with this guy?" The White Wolf King used his mental power to talk to Ye Junlin.
"Ask it if it is willing to follow us. If it is willing, let it become our partner. If not, let it go." Ye Junlin said calmly.
Spiritual beasts, especially high-level spiritual beasts, unless they have been raised by humans since childhood, naturally do not like to be restrained, and the same goes for white apes.
Although faced with the pressure of the white wolf king's mythical beast, it still shook its head.
The White Wolf King was about to get angry, but was stopped by Ye Junlin. Ye Junlin waved his hand, indicating that the White Ape could leave.
Bai Yuan made a 'kneeling down' gesture towards Ye Junlin, then turned around and disappeared into the dense jungle.
Ye Junlin smiled and said nothing. He stretched out his hand to explore, and the spiritual grass filled with the light of the sun appeared in his hand.
‘Bright Grass’ is very hot, like the rays of the sun.
Ye Junlin held it tightly, and then slowly swallowed it into his mouth.
After the spiritual grass entered his abdomen, Ye Junlin felt a fiery energy filling his entire body, extremely violent and violent. His forehead was covered with large beads of sweat, his back was like water, and his clothes were soaked.
Ye Junlin sat cross-legged and bit his lip.
The energy of the 'Bright Grass' ran back and forth, and his whole body was filled with the brilliance of the sun.
The 'red ghost curse' on his chest felt like a formidable enemy at this moment.
It turned into a blood-colored smoke and ran back and forth along Ye Junlin's meridians, trying to escape. However, the energy of the 'Bright Grass' was never willing to let it go.
Two energies, one red and one white, one good and one evil, started fighting fiercely in Ye Junlin's body. Several meridians in Ye Junlin's body were affected, and he suffered countless disasters.
It was like a knife cutting, hurting to the bone. Ye Junlin gritted his teeth and held on.
It took about a stick of incense for the two energies to finally calm down. A black and red aura escaped from Ye Junlin's eyebrows and dissipated into the world in an instant.
The energy of the sun was integrated into Ye Junlin's body, and Ye Junlin's meridians were sublimated to a certain extent.
Ye Junlin was still sitting cross-legged, using the 'Qingfeng Healing Technique' to repair his meridians.
At sunset, Ye Junlin's body was finally restored to its original state. He patted the White Wolf King's head with a happy expression. He rode the white wolf and galloped down towards Beiyang Imperial City.
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In the northern area of the imperial city, hundreds of imperial guards stood solemnly.
The entire area around the altar was tightly sealed. Not even a single sparrow could fly in, let alone people.
Xuan Guang, the high priest of the 'Guangming Palace', stood in front of a cemetery, his brows furrowed and his expression solemn. Xuan Yao stood in front of him, silent.
His master had an extremely weird temper. After more than ten years of getting along with him, Xuan Yao knew that if he disturbed Xuan Guang when he was thinking, he would undoubtedly seek death.
The cemetery in front of us is called the 'Tomb of Meritorious Service'. Only civil servants who worked hard for the empire and those generals who made great military exploits for the empire will be eligible to be buried here after a hundred years.
In the minds of Beiyang people, this cemetery represents the glory of those past eras, which is sacred and inviolable.
Now, this cemetery has been trampled into a mess: the tombstones have been knocked down, the tombs have been opened, the coffins are exposed, and the bodies are missing.
Xuan Guang's brows knitted into an 'eight' shape, his hands were trembling constantly, and his expression was very excited.
"Who on earth dared to take advantage of his ambition and trampled on this cemetery?" Xuan Yao thought secretly in his heart. The more he thought about it, the less sure he felt and the more scared he became.
"Master, isn't this going to..." Xuan Yao's face turned earth-colored, and his expression was filled with fear.