In the blink of an eye, one hundred thousand years have passed since Xiao Ye returned from the strange intersection space.
The great wheel of time is rolling forward, and the power of time has gradually healed the pain of the impact of alternating generations.
Among the five forbidden heavens, acquired beings with good qualifications are springing up like mushrooms after a rain.
Especially the reincarnation of the Great Forbidden Heaven.
Perhaps because of the fall of the ancient god Qin Jue, the huge source of back-nurturing has brought great benefits to the ancient god clan, allowing many descendants with high-level bloodlines to be born in the reincarnated Great Forbidden Heaven.
After being reshaped, the major branches of the ancient gods extended an olive branch to these descendants.
There are even many who have directly entered the realm of the ancient gods and joined the major ancient gods.
At the same time, in the Shenxing Small Forbidden Heaven among the Seven Small Forbidden Heavens, many creatures with the blood of the ancient gods were also born and entered the branch through selection.
A new era has arrived, and although those disciples of the ancient gods across the stacked eras have long since retreated behind the scenes, exciting news continues to come.
Yu Yuchi, a disciple of Che Yuanhou, has been practicing in the reincarnated Great Forbidden Heaven. His whereabouts are erratic, but he has made several moves that have amazed the world. It is very likely that he will achieve a major breakthrough in strength in the new era!
Du Dongyu did not get depressed because of the death of his master Qin Jue. After these years of cultivation, his strength returned to its peak, and he concentrated on cultivating the Tianque Divine Pattern given by Xiao Ye, and his strength improved rapidly.
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The ancient gods are thriving, everything is on the right track, and they are developing rapidly in the new era.
It seems that because of this opportunity, the ancient gods will be able to get rid of the increasingly declining predicament and swim upstream!
However, Xiao Ye, who once again became famous in Chaos a hundred thousand years ago, has been extremely low-key these years and cannot leave the Yang Palace.
This also resulted in much less news about the other party.
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In the time forbidden area on the seventh floor of the Tower of Time, the sound of the Tao was heard, and the flowers, plants, rocks and trees inside were all flowing out of the breath of time, sweeping towards a figure.
The owner of this figure is a human man with a tall and tall figure, none other than Xiao Ye.
Now, he has stepped into the forbidden land of time and walked forward more than four hundred steps.
At this point, we are already very close to the depths of the canyon. The gathered time power is extremely terrifying, and it is still evolving its own magical power of time to invade. It can turn a high-level Taoist god into flying ashes within ten breaths of time.
But Xiao Ye stood here with his hands behind his back.
He has unlocked the magical power of Time, and his god-level origin is surging. He has withstood the terrible invasion of time without using any Chaos treasures. His long hair is always as black as ink, and even his body has not lost even an inch.
Buzz!
From his body, the aura of the Avenue of Time also rose up, and there were nearly nine hundred invisible and colorless threads of the Avenue.
At this moment, Xiao Ye closed his eyes slightly, like a sculpture, but the aura of the Avenue of Time erupting from his body was unpredictable, as if he was deducing something.
"What a pity!"
Xiao Ye suddenly opened his eyes and sighed.
Over the past hundred thousand years, he has practiced in seclusion in the realm of the ancient gods, and his understanding of the avenue of time has not fallen behind.
With the help of this forbidden land of time, his understanding of the avenue of time improved rapidly.
It even touched upon magical powers that were more profound than the Time Blade.
It's a pity that he tried to gain enlightenment time and time again, but all ended in failure. There was always a lack of opportunity.
"That's it!"
Xiao Ye shook his head, stopped trying, and looked forward.
In the deepest part of the canyon, one can see vague figures sitting cross-legged, possessing the laws of time.
Xiao Ye speculated that it might be a treasure left by the Lord of Time.
Compared to back then, Xiao Ye was already very close.
"Perhaps if I understand the Avenue of Time to the third level, I can touch it!" Xiao Ye secretly thought in his heart, and with a flash of his body, he rushed out of the forbidden land of time.
"I have been cultivating hard in the Tower of Time over the years, and I have made great progress. I am only one step away from understanding the path of chaos inherited from the ancient god's bloodline, and I am only one step away from level six!"
"If combined with the Dao of Time, my god-level origin has been strengthened to about 550 times what it was before it was combined with the Dao!"
Xiao Ye rose into the air and looked down at the Time Master Dojo below with a smile on his face.
Even Baiyue at his peak was probably not much stronger than him in terms of his god-level origin.
And when he comprehends all the five avenues of chaos inherited from the ancient god's bloodline to the sixth level, this number will definitely skyrocket.
Whether it is the bloodline of the ancient gods or the avenue of time, they are both the best in the world of chaos. When the two come together, they are destined to become a legend.
"One hundred thousand years have passed since I completed my first true mission, and there is still no news from Master..."
The next moment, Xiao Ye frowned slightly, then activated his magical powers, and in a flash, he left the Tower of Time and appeared outside the Palace of Mie Yang.
One hundred thousand years later, the world of the ancient gods has become a completely different scene.
In the eighty-four purple mountains, there was a lot of people and it was very lively. One after another figures could be seen shuttled through the four major pavilions.
It's just that the owners of these figures have only come to the clan realm in recent years, and their old friends have all disappeared behind the scenes.
For a hundred thousand years, things have changed and people have changed.
Xiao Ye restrained his aura and walked among the purple mountains of his master's sect, but no one could recognize him.
"It seems that our group of ancient gods has indeed absorbed a lot of new blood over the years. The blood levels of these new disciples are actually quite high, and even seven-star bloodlines have appeared."
Looking at those energetic faces, Xiao Ye felt emotional.
Reminiscing about the past.
Like these creatures, he was very excited to enter the ancient god group and have close contact with the ancient gods, but he did not know what he would face in the future.
The impact of the alternation of epochs is too terrible. Each epoch will explode. How many of these new disciples will survive?
I wonder what happened to Jialuo Forbidden Heaven after one hundred thousand years.
"Um?"
Suddenly, Xiao Ye stopped and his expression became strange.
Unconsciously, he reached the foot of the mountain and saw an elegant courtyard in front of him.
This was actually the residence where he first came to the realm of the ancient gods and clans.
"Strange..." Xiao Ye's eyes flashed.
To know.
Since his rise to power, this courtyard has also been sealed and regarded as a sacred place. No disciple of the ancient god dares to break into it at will, let alone use it as a residence.
But now this courtyard is not vacant. It is obvious that someone has lived in it, and the surrounding area has been cleaned very clean.
"Hey, a mere branch disciple dares to go against us?"
"I heard that this courtyard was Master Xiao Ye's former residence, but now it is occupied by you. Could it be that you want to imitate Master Xiao Ye and rise as a branch disciple?"
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At this moment, bursts of noise came from it.
"interesting!"
Xiao Ye smiled slightly, stepped forward and pushed the door open.
