Two figures, an old one and a young one, wander around the heavens and the worlds.
The universe is so big, its rules are countless, and although each heaven domain coexists, it is an independent existence.
This was invisible and naturally made it difficult for Jian Wushuang and Lao Zun to find the mud tire.
From then on, their journey was no longer measured in millennia. The most optimistic estimate probably took it to millions of years.
At the same time, Jian Wushuang was also a little curious. Judging from the fights a million years ago, the ancestral mud tire was vicious and violent, and there was no reason to live in a corner. There are no rumors yet.
Jian Wushuang was confident that even if the ancestral clay body only released its aura for a moment, he would be able to sense it instantly in Qiuji Universe.
But millions of years have passed, and the mud tire has not leaked any breath, which makes Jian Wushuang begin to wonder whether the mud tire has died or fallen asleep.
If it was the latter, Jian Wushuang couldn't imagine what kind of energy he was accumulating and what kind of damage it would cause to the divine universe in his ancestral sleep.
So no matter what, he must find and kill Qiting Mud Ti within this million years, otherwise the journey to Tianmen will end and it will be delayed for a while.
With the speed of Jian Wushuang and Lao Zun, even if they searched countless star realms in the next ten thousand years, they could not find the slightest trace of the mud tire.
On the contrary, we found some virtual lords in many star regions whose virtual power was almost exhausted and who were about to die.
After mercilessly waving their hands to suppress them, Jian Wushuang and the two continued to move forward.
Every ancient world in the Star Territory has never been forgotten.
"Old Master, how long do you think we have until we find the mud tire?"
In the vast ancient world, somewhere in a noisy and bustling market, in a street tea shop, Jian Wushuang and Lao Zun were sitting by the window.
The old man took a sip of the tea on the table and said calmly, "It can be as little as one hundred thousand years, as many as one million years, and at most no more than ten million years."
"Why can't it be tens of millions of years at most?" Jian Wushuang asked in response.
The old man said, "Because by then, the essence and blood in the body will dry up, and he will not be able to hide anymore even if he wants to."
"That being said, it has been a long time for us." Jian Wushuang touched his chin and frowned slightly, "We have to find a way..."
While the two were having a casual chat, a rough noise sounded in the street market.
I saw dozens of men dressed in tight-fitting leather armor walking out of the street corner, each of them exuding a powerful monk aura.
And among these men, a prison cart wrapped in black cloth was pushed forward.
After seeing this, some low-level cultivators consciously made way out of the way and stopped to watch.
Jian Wushuang, who was sitting leaning against the window, used his spiritual power to look around and saw that there were nearly thirty or forty thin bodies squeezing in the prison car, and he unconsciously wanted to step forward to find out.
The old man said softly, "The universe is so big that what is happening right now is just a passing moment. Even if you save them, it will be meaningless."
Jian Wushuang sat back down again. What the elder said was not unreasonable. These living beings are just a moment in the past of reincarnation. Even if they are rescued, they cannot change any process.
Even though he imagined this, his mind still followed the monks and looked over.
In the center of the market, a group of more than ten people stopped. The strong man in the lead looked extremely tired, and there was even a hideous unhealed wound on his exposed left shoulder.
With a "hoo!", he directly lifted the black curtain on the prison car, revealing the contents inside.
Perhaps because he felt the beam of light, there was an uneasy restlessness in the prison car.
Nearly thirty women with dark skin and dark wings looked at the monks surrounding them in horror.
These bird-like women, whose entire eyeballs are obscured by turbid membranes, can barely see. They live in deep mountains and swamps all year round, and rarely come into contact with other living creatures until their death.
After seeing what was in the prison car, most of the monks' eyes dimmed and they retreated without hesitation.
The other small group of monks had their eyes shining and started chatting quickly.
"What's the price?" A monk came up and asked.
The burly man at the head said tiredly, "Ten pieces of sky crystal will be sold together. Anyone who wants to bargain can get out."
Hearing this, the monks felt that although the price was a bit heartbreaking, there were few monks from the jackdaw clan to capture them. They missed it and didn't know when they would meet again. In the end, it was painful to hand over dozens of sky crystals.
For low-level cultivators, things that can improve the body are far more important than a secret method.
The heads of the jackdaw clan have beads that enhance the five senses, so they can be sold at a very high price.
Starting with the heavenly crystal that contained extremely quintessence of spiritual power, the strong man asked the other men to open the prison van and quickly select these jackdaw women.
The selected Jackdaw woman passed through the hands of the strong man, and with a swipe of his finger, he picked out a black bead from the head of the Jackdaw woman, and then handed it to each monk.
Once the bead is peeled off, the jackdaw woman will not be able to survive and will die directly.
The thin figures in the prison van are also constantly decreasing.
Just as the strong man was busy peeling off the beads, a captivating voice sounded from the monks.
"I bought the rest."
Looking around, I saw a young monk dressed as a knight-errant pushing his way through the crowd, holding a dozen sky crystals and walking over.
The strong man glanced at him, then looked towards the middle of the prison car, "There's only one left. If you want it, just eight heaven crystals."
Jian Wushuang nodded slightly, but still gave him nearly twenty sky crystals in his hand, "I will live on this one."
The sturdy man raised his eyebrows and smiled. Many children from aristocratic families had their own hobbies, and he didn't want to interfere too much.
He directly pulled the chain, dragged out the last extremely thin Jackdaw woman, and handed it to Jian Wushuang.
"These monsters are the most durable. You only need to feed them a mouthful of water and dry food for a few months." The strong man added thoughtfully.
However, at this moment, another impatient voice sounded, "I want this last one, Xiao Wang."
Just as Jian Wushuang was about to leave, he was surrounded by more than a dozen low-level cultivators.
A domineering young man in rich clothes with a gloomy face quickly came to him and stretched out his hand to snatch the jackdaw girl.
The next moment, what greeted the young man in gorgeous clothes was a powerful and heavy kick.
With a pitiful howl, the young man in fine clothes didn't even have time to release the energy in his body, and flew backwards. His huge head and neck were almost kicked into the abdominal cavity.
"Where did the wild dog come from?" Jian Wushuang said lightly, and then led the jackdaw girl away slowly, and no one dared to stop her.