In the 32nd year of Jingzhi's life, an unexpected son was born in Baifu, Changping County, and he lived to an old age of 527 without any illness or disaster. Later generations were amazed.
After going through thousands of tribulations, sometimes it is not a blessing to be reincarnated again.
The Luodu Star Territory, which still maintains its broken appearance, only has two figures at the moment.
The Nine Tribulations King stood far away in the void, watching the thin but determined figure move forward step by step.
He didn't know this parting or when he would see each other again, but everything was a foregone conclusion and could not be changed.
The unparalleled genius who astonished everyone left just like that.
Jian Wushuang glanced back at the Nine Tribulations King for the last time, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised in an arc, then facing the Tianmen as vast as a galaxy, he stepped into it.
"Buzz..."
Billions of rays of divine light scattered across the sky like tassels, eventually disappearing completely into nothingness.
The Nine Tribulations King stood there in trance, feeling lost, as if he did not believe that Jian Wushuang had left.
But in the entire vast and boundless universe of divine power, there is no trace of Jian Wushuang left behind.
He seemed like he had never been there before, and like a passer-by who stopped in a hurry, no one knew where he would end up.
After a long time, the Nine Tribulations King whispered softly, "Dayan Huan? I have written it down."
Accompanied by the terrifying wind in the turbulent flow of time and space, Jian Wushuang felt the sharp pain in his body almost instantly.
After completely cutting off the past and peeling off the true shadow of the clay body, he returned all the ancestral luck to the divine universe.
While cutting off his ancestral past, he also entered the realm of immortality.
It was a more mysterious realm, so mysterious that even Jian Wushuang, who had successfully been promoted, could not explain it clearly.
But at present, the only thing he can be sure of is that Yanxian is a special existence that transcends the ancestor level.
Because of the symbol of Yanxian, Yanli is a kind of supreme energy that is not much higher than divine power, but has unique growth characteristics.
Yanxian is also a symbol of entering Dayanhuan.
But Jian Wushuang's current situation is a bit embarrassing. Although he has completely taken that step, his energy is still in a weak state, and it is difficult to effectively resist the turbulence of time and space.
You know, even at the level of Sword Immortal Ding Baiyi, he could suffer a big loss from the turbulence of time and space if he was not careful.
After carefully covering his whole body with Yanli, Jian Wushuang moved forward cautiously.
He no longer wanders around in the turbulent flow of time and space like a headless fly like before. There is a weak force pulling him in the dark.
After traveling in chaos and darkness for who knows how many years, just when Jian Wushuang felt that his energy was about to run out, a crack in the Tianmen that emitted an invisible white light appeared in front of him.
Jian Wushuang didn't hesitate at all and stepped directly into it.
Almost at the same time, layers of supreme coercion enveloped his body. Jian Wushuang, who was about to run out of gas, had no strength to fight back, and passed out directly.
History is always very similar. The second time Jian Wushuang came to Dayan Huan, he was as embarrassed as the first time...
Severe pain spread throughout his limbs and bones, and then he was woken up by pouring cold water on his head.
Jian Wushuang suddenly woke up from his coma, and when he looked around, he saw two young servants looking at him with half-smiling smiles.
"You're obviously awake, how dare you continue to pretend to be dead?" One of the bearded men smiled ferociously, and pulled out a long black bone whip from his waist. The terrifying black and purple wind blew directly towards Jian Wushuang.
Even though he had just woken up from a coma, the fighting instinct that was deeply rooted in his bones made him take action almost instantly. He clenched the tip of the whip with one move of his big hand, and at the same time slapped the big man with the cheeks with his palm.
It is conceivable that Jian Wushuang's terrifying move will definitely kill him easily.
But then, a strange scene occurred.
The iron chain plate with intricate patterns engraved around Jian Wushuang's neck suddenly released great power, directly traveling through his limbs and bones, imprisoning him.
"Uh ah..." Jian Wushuang made a painful sound and fell to his knees directly.
But being frightened by the murderous intent that rushed towards him, the big man with cheeks dared to be so bold that his legs were shaking like chaff, so he screamed and retreated.
At the same time, a thunder snake suddenly writhed in the sky with low dark clouds.
The torrential rain fell and washed the earth.
Jian Wushuang lay on his side on the ground, so restrained that he couldn't even breathe.
On the ground covered with rough black and gray soil particles, there were more than 100,000 naked figures. As the torrential rain fell from the sky, they all lay on their backs, letting the rain wash away their bodies.
There is a chain iron plate wrapped around each person's neck, imprisoning their soul and figure.
In the heavy rain, an extremely thin figure slowly came to Jian Wushuang, then stretched out an arm, directly lifted him on his shoulders, and walked towards a huge cave.
When the heavy rain stopped, the more than 100,000 figures slowly entered the cave.
After an unknown amount of time, Jian Wushuang slowly woke up, and everything he could see was dim firelight.
"I, where is this..." He forced himself to sit up.
Jian Wushuang was stunned when he saw nearly a thousand figures sitting around him.
How could so many people gather in such a cave?
Everyone looked at him with numb and empty eyes, without saying a word.
And the thin figure who carried him back to the cave looked him up and down at this moment, and then said quietly, "Go to sleep, there is still endless work to do tomorrow, so you won't be exhausted."
As his words fell, everyone lay down directly on the ground, and the cave became even more eerily silent.
Slowly suppressing the depression in his heart, Jian Wushuang asked, "Where is this place?"
"Your cemetery." The thin figure said concisely.
Jian Wushuang no longer asked any more questions, but tentatively peeled off the chain iron plate around his neck with his hands.
However, he only touched it slightly, and the supreme power coming from the chain iron plate instantly knocked him unconscious again.
Time passed quietly, and when the last light in this huge cave disappeared, everything became truly silent.
"Wake up, get up and get to work."
With a slight push, Jian Wushuang woke up in a daze.
At this moment, the sky outside was already brightening, and the people living in the cave began to line up and walk towards the exit.
The thin figure tilted his head and then strode away.
Jian Wushuang stood up slowly and followed the team in a daze.
Although the sky was bright, there was no trace of the sun, and there were heavy dark clouds in the distance.
Dozens of black mountains that almost border the sky, and more than 100,000 prisoners wearing chains and iron plates around their necks, are the main colors here.
Jian Wushuang was already certain that the place he arrived at was Dayan Huan.
But the current scene couldn't help but make him suspicious.
How did he come to this place and become a prisoner?