Chen Anian looked at the skinny figure in front of him, which was no different from an ancient corpse.
Of course, he also saw the head that he had known for a long time.
He closed his eyes tightly, and red-gold blood flowed from his seven orifices, and it has not dried up to this day.
A head is as big as a house.
Although it looks extremely miserable, the power it exudes makes people unable to help but kneel down.
If I had to use one word to describe it, it would be supreme!
Chen Anyian turned his gaze to the skinny figure, "Don't you have anything to say?"
Yan Changjun really wants to give this brat a slap in the face.
Who just spat at me like a mad dog?
After a long silence,
"You don't seem surprised." Yan Changjun still spoke.
Chen Anyian neither nodded nor shook his head, looking at Yan Changjun warily, "First explain your origins clearly."
"Otherwise, I wouldn't know whether you are friends or foes."
Yan Changjun was angry and funny: "If you were an enemy, you would die now."
"That's not necessarily true." Chen Anian looked at the bronze coffin beside him, "Is she really still alive?"
Yan Changjun suddenly became extremely dangerous: "Do you know who she is?"
Chen Anyian shook his head subconsciously, "Do you know who she is?"
"She is the goddess of my Yan clan! A pure and pure goddess!" Yan Changjun didn't show any breath on her body, but her tone made Chen Anyian feel as if she had fallen into an ice cellar.
"It's not my fault, she insisted on being resurrected and then forced herself on me." Chen Anian waved his hands quickly.
"You kid, you got an advantage and still act like a good boy..." Yan Changjun shook his head speechlessly.
Chen Anian became anxious when he heard this: "What do you mean by getting a bargain? She wants to pick up Yang and replenish Yin. I almost died."
"And my innocence has been taken away from me. Who should I turn to?"
Yan Changjun clenched his fist and wished he could slap Chen Anian away, "You brat, what do you know?"
"The goddess is the pinnacle of the Yan family in terms of appearance, temperament, and talent in cultivation. No matter how many people want to take a look at her, they can't..."
Yan Changjun seemed to recall what happened in ancient times, and a trace of sadness appeared on his face for a long time: "Oh, that's all, no one is to blame for this, except Chi Tomorrow."
"Chi Mingming?" Chen Anian couldn't help but ask.
Yan Changjun pointed to the head behind him: "That's him."
"The emperor is resurrected because he is playing tricks. He originally wanted to extract the ancient god's bloodline from you, and then give birth to a baby to become the second incarnation of Chi Tomorrow."
"In the end, the treasure on your body disrupted the plan again, so you and the emperor were both able to survive."
Chen Anyian's heart skipped a beat and he immediately denied it, "What ancient god's bloodline? What are you talking about? Why can't I understand?"
Yan Changjun looked at Chen Anyian, "You still want to hide it? I can clearly sense the blood of the ancient gods in your body, and it is useless to refute it."
With that said, Lord Yan Chang bowed slowly and saluted Chen Anyian: "Jun Yan of the Yan family has met the descendant of the ancient god."
Chen Anyian was left in a panic and quickly waved his hands and said: "We're almost done, don't be so polite."
"You are a descendant of the ancient gods, so I naturally have to salute you, and the etiquette cannot be broken."
Yan Changjun stood up and said, "Otherwise, do you think you are worthy of me saluting?"
Chen Anyian's face turned blue and white. Okay, old guy, you are very tough.
At this moment, Yan Changjun slowly said: "This sky-suppressing city was built to suppress a sky."
"My Yan clan, eight million people, have been guarding this place for 93 million years!"
Chen Anyian no longer had any other thoughts in his mind.
Ninety-three million years, nearly 100 million years!?
"You...you lived...one hundred million years?"
Chen Anyian looked at Yan Changjun in disbelief, and was left with endless shock.
A person in the golden elixir realm can live for three thousand years, which is already a long time, and he is called a land immortal.
But now there is a person in front of me who has lived for 100 million years.
Compared with him, the Jindan realm is just a younger brother within a younger brother...
There is absolutely no comparison between the two.
"To be precise, the old man lived for 18,000 years!" Yan Changjun said.
Chen Anyian twitched the corners of his lips, saying that he was eight thousand years older, so that's it. Compared with being 100 million years old, it's nothing like a drop of rain.
"Is this imperial concubine that old?"
Chen Anian suddenly thought of a crucial thing, and his eyes suddenly went dark.
Oh my God.
What sin have I committed?
Are you going to punish me like this?
Yan Changjun's face was full of black lines: "That's almost enough. The goddess was only three thousand years old when she died."
Oh, that's okay, only three thousand... years old?
Chen Anyian was helpless. He was three thousand years old and he still didn't know if he could live that long.
But compared to being over 100 million years old, it's still acceptable.
"Put away your thoughts and listen to me first." Yan Changjun did not dare to let Chen Anyian speak anymore.
I don't know what's going on in this kid's head, and he can't even grasp the key points.
Chen Anyian sat on the stone bench and pretended to listen.
"Back then, Chi Tomorrow was killed by the ancient god, but there was still a ray of will in his head. The ancient god was worried that it would harm the people, so he ordered me, the Yan family, to build a city here to guard Chi Tomorrow's head."
Chen Anian was confused when he heard this, "Are you saying that just for a ray of will, eight million members of the Yan clan have to guard this place for more than 90 million years?"
"Not bad." Yan Changjun nodded.
"Who is Chi Tomorrow? It's just a ray of will." Chen Anian was shocked and said hurriedly: "You can live for 18,000 years, so your strength must be invincible, right? Can't you deal with a ray of will?"
Lord Yan Chang smiled bitterly and shook his head, "Among the human race, my strength is pretty good. If it weren't for Chi Tomorrow's will, I might be able to take that step and become immortal and stand alongside the ancient gods."
"But this step is the chasm, the difference between humans and gods."
"As for Chi Tomorrow, it's already mentioned in his name."
Yan Changjun pointed to the sky and said: "He... is the sky!"
Boom!
Thunder was rolling in Chen Anyian's head.
Everyone was dumbfounded.
sky!?
What's the meaning?
Isn’t the sky above your head?
How could there be a brain?
Seeing Chen Anyian's expression, Yan Changjun knew that this boy couldn't understand.
"I'm too weak now. I have to save some strength to carry this head to annihilation. Otherwise, I can take you into my soul space and you can quickly understand the whole story."
"I'll try my best to explain it to you. If you can't understand it, that's it."
Yan Changjun stretched out his dry fingers from his robe and pointed at the top of his head.
"The sky you see is not the real sky. You can say it is a protective shell or a prison."
"Beyond this prison is the real heaven."
"The real heaven has thirty-three layers, also called the thirty-three layers of heaven!"
Chen Anian couldn't help but think of the thirty-three heavens in the myths and legends of his previous life.
Are all those myths true?
Lord Yan Chang continued: "The thirty-third heaven is supreme. They have the immortal status of the Emperor of Heaven and enjoy the incense of heaven and earth."
"Chi Mingming is one of the gods, but in that battle, he couldn't help but show his body, and his head was torn off by the ancestor god Zhangliu Tian."
"All the will was destroyed, leaving only a wisp."
"This is the origin of Zhentian City."
Chen Anyian asked: "What is the Heavenly Ancestor God?"
Too many questions are running through my heart.
Although he had obtained the inheritance of the ancient gods, he knew nothing except seeing the broken world and the scenes of those battles.
"That is the supreme realm. Ancient God, Ancestral God, Heavenly Ancestor God, each realm cannot be understood, only the names are known."
Yan Changjun couldn't help but sigh.
"Is it so difficult to suppress a ray of will?"
Just a ray of will requires eight million strong men in a city and more than ninety million years to suppress it.
Chen Anyian found it difficult to understand.
"After all, it is the will of Heaven." Yan Changjun shook his head: "It is not to suppress, but to destroy."
"If this ray of will cannot be eradicated, Chi Tomorrow's will will last forever, and it is very likely that he will return to heaven."
"The Yan clan majors in soul cultivation. Their souls are powerful and can withstand this pressure of will."
"The tribesmen elevate their souls, and then continue to collide with this will until their souls are extinguished..."
Yan Changjun spoke slowly, as if he was talking about a piece of history.
But Chen Anian felt the sadness and weight rushing towards him.
Eight million tribesmen constantly collide with Chi Mingming's will with their own souls.
Go forward one after another.
Is this the fate of the entire ethnic group, eight million people?
Even though you know you are going to die, you still have to complete it!?
"Did it succeed?" Chen Anyian asked unconsciously.
He wanted to know whether the sacrifice of eight million people was worth it.
"Almost." Yan Changjun seemed to have a smile on his face, but his flesh and blood had long since dried up and he couldn't make any expression at all.
"You ruined Chi Tomorrow's last two actions and almost ruined one of his ideas."
"He now has no chance."
Chen Anian heard the feeling of relief.
But he didn't know why, but his heart was filled with panic.
"Is it worth doing this?" Chen Anyian looked at Yan Changjun and asked seriously.
Yan Changjun nodded without hesitation: "This is a mission we finally got."
"In order to leave vitality to the human race, many clans were competing for it, but my Yan clan was able to win this task because I majored in soul."
When he said this, Chen Anyian could clearly feel a strong sense of pride emerging from Yan Changjun.
"Why did the ancient gods and the Thirty-Third Heavens have a war back then?"
"The Thirty-Third Heaven wants to enslave all races in the world. Originally, the ancient gods could have chosen this path, but they were unwilling, so they had a long-lasting war with the Heaven."
"Chi Mingming claimed to be the Ancient Immortal, saying that the Ancient Immortal and the Ancient God were originally a transcendent clan and should have joined forces to fight Chaos."
Yan Changjun recalled: "But I clearly heard the ancestor god Zhangliu Tian yelling before he died, 'They are not ancient immortals, they are thieves!'"
Chen Anian was dazzled when he heard it, ancient gods, ancient immortals, or the thirty-third heaven.
What a magnificent picture is this?
"These are too far away from us." Yan Changjun shook his head: "I was not immortal at the time, and I was not even qualified to participate in the war."
"To unite the entire clan, it is really insignificant to suppress even one ray of Red Tomorrow's will."
Chen Anian looked at this skinny figure who had dedicated his life to a mission, and he couldn't help but feel a sense of respect in his heart.
"I don't think they think so."
"Every clan that contributes to the human race is a good deed."
Yan Changjun raised his head in surprise and looked at Chen Anyian, as if he were an autistic child who desperately longed to hear praise and approval from his parents.
"Really?"
Chen Anyian's heart was deeply touched, and then he nodded seriously.
"I have received the inheritance from the ancient gods. I have seen the battle between the ancestor god Zhangliu Tian and Chi Mingming."
"He once said that water can carry a boat or capsize it... You are the water."
A ray of tears actually appeared in Yan Changjun's dark eyes.
"Really...really?"
This man who had been strong for more than 90 million years and had no regrets actually cried.
The clan members died one after another, but he did not cry.
The ancient god was defeated and the world turned into a prison, but he did not cry.
But when he heard this, he cried.
This is recognition of their persistence for so many years.
Although there is only one sentence, it is as important as a thousand pieces.
No regrets!
Chen Anyian sighed in his heart, I'm sorry, I lied to you...