In a hut built on the mountain, an old man appeared. His originally white hair had a lot of black hair. His stooped body was also much straighter. Even the wrinkles on his face were fading away, and he was glowing with vitality.
Essence.
He is the headmaster of Cangyu Sect.
No one knew that after he became a saint hundreds of years ago, his realm was still growing by leaps and bounds, and now he was already a great saint.
All of this is entirely due to the drop of blood integrated into his body, which is constantly promoting the improvement of his realm.
"Senior, are you awake?"
At this moment, the old man was looking at the young man lying on the bed and asked cautiously.
However, the young man just opened his eyes, his eyes lacked sparkle, they were empty, as if he had lost his emotions, and he had no response to the old man's inquiry.
"Master, this..." The young man scratched his head with confusion on his face.
"This senior was definitely a big shot in the past. He may have encountered something, so we don't want to disturb him."
"Hua'er, you will still be responsible for taking care of his daily life and food in the future. Don't neglect it."
The old man tried several more times, but still couldn't get the young man to react. He sighed immediately, explained something, and left.
"senior……"
The young man smiled bitterly and stepped forward to wash the other person.
He has done this kind of thing countless times over the past hundreds of years.
Although the young man woke up, he was still no different from his deep sleep. He just stared blankly at the beams every day.
The Cangyu Sect moved from the territory of the human race to the realm of all ghosts, not to expand the territory, but to save their lives under the shroud of epochal reincarnation.
There are only two people in this sect, and they still eat like mortals every day. They don't look like a force with a saint-level powerhouse at their command.
The young man regained consciousness, and the young man also began to try to bring some hot soup and other mortal food.
In the blink of an eye, another two years have passed.
The young man's eyes gradually regained some of their sparkle, and his body was able to move. Sometimes he would silently swallow some of the hot soup he was given.
Ten years later, this young man has changed even more and can now get out of bed and go outdoors.
"Master, what is this senior doing?"
In a quiet mountain range, the master and apprentice of Cangyu Sect stood together, looking ahead from a distance.
Looking around, I saw the young man sitting quietly facing the flowing stream, motionless, like a statue.
"We don't need to worry about it, there's no need to ask any more questions," the old man said.
Now he looks younger and his cultivation is getting deeper and deeper. After saying this, he disappeared like a breeze.
"In recent years, the reincarnation of the Three Thousand Realms has become even more terrifying. Maybe it won't be long before the Ten Thousand Ghosts Realm is no longer safe. I have to practice hard."
The young man sighed and walked away.
The young man was the only one left by the stream. At this moment, his eyes were staring at the sparkling stream in front of him. His eyes were changing violently. They were no longer empty, but became indifferent.
Extremely indifferent!
This kind of indifference seems to be innate and does not require any emotion at all. It is like a cold machine, conquering all realms and heavens, with only me in its heart, and it will last forever.
Anyone who blocks the way will be killed!
Wow!
These incomparably cold eyes stared at the swaying stream, as if shining out of the eternal blue sky. The numerous reflections formed endless images, forming a picture, and together they formed a long river of memory, slowly appearing in front of the young man's eyes.
Emerge slowly.
It was endless blood and the cold and cruel Holy Lord.
The aura of this young man changed a bit, as if something was quietly released, gradually reflected in his eyes, diluting the indifference, and another emotion began to appear.
Spring passed and autumn came, and this process lasted for five years.
The young man hadn't moved at all, and his body had long been covered with thick dust.
During this period, the master and apprentice of Cangyu Sect came to check countless times, but they did not dare to disturb the young man.
Finally, this day.
"The Holy Son of Taichu...Xiao Ye..."
The young man trembled, and all the heavy dust dispersed. There was light in his eyes, and he opened his mouth slightly, talking softly to himself, like a baby learning to make sounds.
"I am both the Holy Son of Taichu and Xiao Ye. I am not dead yet..."
The young man raised his head slightly, his eyes were not empty, but extremely deep, and all the memories were slowly coming back to life.
Xiao Ye is still alive.
Back then, before challenging the Holy Lord of Huadu, he had already made arrangements just to take a gamble.
Over the years, he has actually been born with consciousness, but he has always been in a trance, as if he has fallen into a black hole and cannot escape.
It was only today that his consciousness escaped from the trap and finally took control of his body.
"Back then, I forcibly challenged the Holy Lord of Huadu because I wanted to attract external forces to merge the invincible path of the Holy Son of the Beginning with the path of mortals."
"In that battle, my soul was almost exhausted and my mind was shattered. In the end, I relied on the Immortal Bible to escape the disaster, and I was reborn after the disaster."
"Am I successful now?"
Xiao Ye lowered his head and looked at his body.
This body is no longer what it used to be. Every inch of flesh and blood contains immeasurable power. You can pick up the sun, moon and stars with a single hand, and it is engraved with Dao marks. It seems that you were born for the Dao. It is extremely terrifying.
This is a flawless body that has been controlled by him, and his emotions and desires have not been erased.
The Son returns!
This is the return of the Holy Son to the throne, which none of the sages of the Nine Lineages of the ancient clan in the early days could achieve, and it is also the most perfect state.
Although it paid an extremely painful price, the rewards were huge.
"I want to get familiar with this body!" Xiao Ye said softly, then stood up slowly.
The masters and disciples of Cangyu Sect had obviously discovered Xiao Ye's changes and were extremely surprised, but they did not disturb him without authorization.
Xiao Ye was also very silent and did not communicate with the master and apprentice.
In the next few days, he walked in the mountains, breathing the clear air in the mountains and fields, walking alone, often falling into deep contemplation, like a mortal.
Immediately afterwards, half a month later, Xiao Ye would breathe in front of the morning sun every day, like a new martial arts practitioner exercising his body without any surprising breath.
This made the young man from Cangyu Sect very confused, and then he couldn't help but follow Xiao Ye out of curiosity and imitate it.
This is a very weird picture.
There are three people in total, Master and Disciple of Cangyu Sect and Xiao Ye, living together in this mountain range without any communication with each other, just like strangers.
After three days of imitating Xiao Ye, the young man was shocked.
Xiao Ye's movements to exercise his body became more and more complex. Sometimes a simple movement would be full of mystery. Not to mention imitating it, even looking at it from a distance would make him dizzy.
Even when Xiao Ye was just casually strolling in the fields, he would travel like lightning. Each time he traveled, the distance would become farther and farther, and he could even cross a star field with a single thought.
(The third update is here!)
(The protagonist is about to conquer the Three Thousand Worlds!)