Hearing the sound, Yan Canghai suddenly thought of something and stopped talking.
Old Taizu and others saw that Yan Canghai was hiding something, and asked: "Don't hide it, tell the truth."
In front of all the ancestors, Yan Canghai did not dare to hide it. He muttered: "Something did happen recently. I don't know where to start."
"Then let's start from the beginning and don't miss anything."
The old Taizu vaguely felt that what Yan Canghai was about to say was probably the cause and effect mentioned by Imperial Master Daqian.
All the ancestors held their breaths and concentrated, wanting to hear what Yan Canghai said.
Yan Canghai began to say: "Ten thousand years ago, the little girl Yan Shimei brought back a young human race..."
A quarter of an hour later, Yan Canghai told the story about Yan Shimei and Jun Qianhua from beginning to end.
"I have heard about this, and it is true." A certain ancestor said: "The human race has been judged by heaven and earth, and it is difficult for anyone to practice. That kid is not only a human race, but also a waste body. I don't know what he used. The way to embark on spiritual practice is extremely valuable."
"It is really not easy to waste your body and enter the Tao."
All the ancestors nodded and said.
"What else?"
The old Taizu asked.
"Recently, a human race came from Kyushu, and his name is Xu Changge. Through this son, I learned something. It is said that the little girl and Jun Qianhua disappeared ten thousand years ago, and they went to the great world of Kyushu. After ten thousand years, After a while, Jun Qianhua became quite famous in Kyushu. Xu Changge from Kyushu even said that although Jun Qianhua has not attained enlightenment, because of his extraordinary strength, the world respects him as the White Emperor."
When Yan Canghai said these words, he felt very complicated.
"White Emperor?"
Old Taizu and others were shocked.
"Is this...possible?"
All the ancestors looked at each other in disbelief.
"This matter remains to be seen. It may be Xu Changge's nonsense."
Yan Canghai once personally denied Jun Qianhua's future. If Jun Qianhua really reaches this level, he doesn't know how to deal with it.
"There is no smoke without fire. At least it can prove that Jun Qianhua is not a simple character." The old Taizu pondered for a long time and pondered.
"Could it be that the line of cause and effect calculated by Imperial Master Daqian is Jun Qianhua? However, just a Jun Qianhua, can it still influence the future of my Qijue Palace?"
Qijue Palace has a profound foundation, and the ancestors do not believe that an outsider can affect the prosperity of the clan.
"If this news is true, then what kind of strength does Jun Qianhua have to be respected as an emperor by the people of Jiuzhou? Have you ever thought about this?"
The old Taizu looked serious and sober.
"Qijue Palace rejected Jun Qianhua and Yan Shimei's marriage back then. Now that Jun Qianhua has the ability, she is worthy of my Qijue Palace girl."
An ancestor said, as if he was giving Jun Qianhua a great deal of respect and did not lower his attitude towards himself and Qijue Palace.
"The Imperial Master once reminded us not to underestimate the people of the world. We live in the world of ancient Taoism and have never seen the scenery of the great world of Kyushu. How can we know how high the achievements of Jun Qian's paintings are?"
The old Taizu said in a low voice, looking forward to entering the world of Kyushu and meeting Jun Qianhua in person.
The old Taizu had a strong feeling that maybe the future of Qijue Palace really had something to do with Jun Qianhua.
"He is not an emperor, but the world respects him as an emperor. He is definitely not an ordinary person. He is probably stronger than us old guys."
The title of emperor is too heavy. If ordinary monks dare to take this name, they may not be able to bear the cause and effect, and they will die suddenly and inexplicably the next day. The old Taizu has lived long enough and has seen strong winds and waves, and he knows that The meaning of "Emperor".
"Taizu, Jun Qianhua is just a junior of the human race, how can he be compared with you."
Yan Canghai clasped his fists and said.
"Don't be arrogant or you will suffer losses."
The old Taizu shook his head slightly and accused.
"Yes." Even though Yan Canghai was very reluctant in his heart, he did not dare to show it and accepted the teaching honestly.
At this moment, deep in the Southern Wasteland Palace.
Xu Changge performed Taoism, and a ray of consciousness entered the depths of the underground palace.
"This is......"
When Xu Changge came in, he was slightly startled when he saw the scene in front of him.
The endless battlefield stretched as far as the eye could see, blood dyed the earth crimson, with broken walls and bones everywhere.
Thousands of corpses were piled together. They were the bones of the black-armored soldiers of the Daqian Dynasty. Countless weapons with broken handles fell to the ground, losing their due luster and edge and becoming rusty.
In the clouds, thousands of palaces are suspended, broken and tilted. Between the sky and the earth, traces of the formations of the past remain, dim and dull.
Vaguely, Xu Changge heard the killing cries of Daqian soldiers, which still persist to this day.
Looking into the depths of the battlefield, one seems to see a torn sky. This crack is the bloody path that the Daqian Dynasty spent all their efforts to fight, breaking the original order of the human race and winning for future generations of the human race. A glimmer of hope.
Xu Changge stood there, his heart trembling slightly, and murmured: "The battlefield of the past."
Staring at the cracks in the sky deep in the battlefield, Xu Changge noticed something unusual about the cracks in the sky, which were repairing themselves at an extremely slow speed.
Around the cracks in the sky, a wisp of luck from each race is wandering, slowing down the speed at which the cracks are closing.
"What did Mr. Xu see?"
Suddenly, Xia Houjiang's figure appeared beside Xu Changge and asked softly.
Xu Changge was not frightened, his eyes were still looking at the crack in the sky deep in the battlefield, his face was solemn, and his tone was low: "I have seen the future of the human race."
"If there is a gap between heaven and earth, the human race will have corresponding rights and will not be bullied. If this seam in the sky coincides, everything will change back to the original, and the human race in future generations will once again become the slaves of all races, and life will be worse than death."
Xiahou Jiang looked at the cracks in the sky and said in a deep voice.
"Didn't that battle win?"
Xu Changge turned to look at Xiahou Jiang.
"It is true that they won, but it did not really change everything. In the battle in the past, the Daqian Dynasty exhausted all its resources and only gained a million years of time. Originally, this gap in the sky was thousands of miles long. Now there are only a thousand meters left. When the sky coincides and the order of the avenue is restored to its original state, the door to the human race will be closed again. By then, who can open this door?"
Xia Houjiang sighed softly and turned his attention to Xu Changge.
"Countless soldiers of the Daqian Dynasty turned into Yin soldiers, hoping to conquer the avenue again and reopen this crack?"
Xu Changge connected all the things together, as if he understood it all, and he couldn't help but feel a sense of awe and shock deep in his heart.
"I'm afraid it will be difficult to do this for the dead souls of the Yin soldiers."
Xiahoujiang originally saw no hope, but the appearance of Xu Changge allowed him to see the future of the human race.
"The Daqian Dynasty will definitely create another legend." Xu Changge firmly believed this, with deep eyes.