Jian Wushuang looked around for a while before finally entering trance.
After breaking away from the mud of the past in the universe of divine power, he jumped from the ancestral level to an immortal.
And with his strength in the realm of immortality, he has not encountered a life-or-death situation in the few years since he entered the Great Evolution Realm.
Even Juhai Tianzhang and the Ancestor of the Posa Heaven did not give him a real fear of life and death.
Jian Wushuang vaguely guessed that leaving the realm of immortality could be the watershed for truly taking that step.
Not long after he sat in meditation, he seemed to realize something again, and reached out his hand to take out the wordless book from his arms.
After turning over the first fifteen pages, which were filled with tiny characters, Jian Wushuang's eyes rested on the sixteenth page, but there was nothing else but blank space.
"It shouldn't be. Wasn't I still discussing swordsmanship with Chen Qing just now? Why is there nothing on this book?"
With a somewhat skeptical attitude, Jian Wushuang tried to transfer a ray of battle memory in his consciousness.
That ray of embodied consciousness quickly sank into the pages of the book.
Jian Wushuang did not disappoint. This cloud of divine consciousness actually started writing, and neat little characters appeared on the blank page.
Moreover, the writing speed was extremely fast this time, and it took almost dozens of breaths to complete all the writing.
The number of pages has also changed from several pages to one thin page.
"No way, Chen Qing's kendo actually has so little writing space?" Jian Wushuang couldn't believe it. He quickly looked through it and after confirming that there was really only one page, he couldn't laugh or cry.
But then, an even more mysterious scene appeared. The Chen Qing Kendo, which was originally only one page, actually disappeared line by line!
It's like there is a pair of big hands in the dark, erasing it.
"No, it can't be. What kind of operation is this?" Jian Wushuang secretly wondered, "Could it be that this sword collection didn't like Chen Qing's swordsmanship, so it was eliminated?"
Without an answer, Jian Wushuang could only watch Chen Qing's sword skills disappear completely.
"It's such a weird sword collection." He looked at the lone copy in his hand and thought at the same time, if he met a guy like Ding Baiyi again in the future, wouldn't he be able to make a copy and steal it?
Jian Wushuang smiled bitterly. This sword collection is simply a heaven-defying treasure. The senior who created this sword collection is probably an interesting guy.
After collecting the sword collection close to his body, Jian Wushuang took his seat.
Five years, for him, is not even as long as the time he spent fishing in Yunxiao Palace for a moment.
He strives to adjust his power and realm to their peak state within these five years to be able to cope with everything that happens next.
The Boyang bottle was also opened. After wandering around Xiaogutian for a while, the Three Emperors returned to the bottle and fell asleep.
Everything went by peacefully. Jian Wushuang didn't know what was waiting for him next, so he could only be forced to accept it.
Under the seemingly calm water, there are often undercurrents.
Five years passed by in a blink of an eye.
When the Xuanhe stream of light transformed from Yanli surged out from the tips of Jian Wushuang's hair again, Xiao Gutian's barrier was opened.
The little emperor took off his luxurious clothes and put on a court dress that symbolized the emperor's son.
On this dark golden court dress, every stroke of the needle and thread depicts mountains, rivers, lakes and seas, symbolizing the meaning of Bona.
And on its collar, there are two small slender-eared beasts crouching symmetrically inlaid with dark gold threads.
This court uniform made the little emperor a little less coquettish and more heroic and majestic, but the bloodless paleness on his face could not be concealed.
Behind him, there were nearly a thousand figures standing.
"Little Emperor, I'm going to ask Brother Jian to come over." Chen Qing cupped his hands and said, and then he was suddenly stopped when he started to move forward.
"You guys wait here, I'll just go there." After leaving these words, the little emperor rushed to the depths of Xiaogutian alone.
There was a hint of envy in Chen Qing's eyes, "Brother Jian is really amazing. I, Chen Qing, have been with the little emperor for so many years, and I have never seen anyone treated like this."
The thin purple-robed man raised his eyes slightly, looked at the little emperor's retreating figure, and then lowered his eyelids.
As if feeling something, Jian Wushuang, who was sitting in the sitting position, slowly opened his eyes and saw a figure floating towards him.
"Brother Jian, Young Master Yan is here to visit." The little emperor smiled and stopped in the square.
Exhaling a breath, Jian Wushuang stood up and nodded, as if he had seen it before.
After looking Jian Wushuang up and down, the little emperor asked with great interest, "How is your recovery?"
"It's not bad. When are you leaving?"
"Everything is ready and waiting for you."
Jian Wushuang nodded, and Chunqiu also walked out of the palace at this time and stood behind him.
Just as he was about to leave, the little emperor suddenly stopped him, then stretched out his hand and handed Jian Wushuang a set of clothes.
"Let's put it on. The embroiderers in Da Siyu made it for you. It's pretty good."
Jian Wushuang was quite helpless and could not get angry easily, so he had to quickly rush into the palace and change his clothes.
After a while, Jian Wushuang, who had changed into a double-breasted silver embroidered long dress, appeared.
Although the clothes set off his extraordinary handsomeness, it also made him feel a little uncomfortable when wielding the sword, which was far less comfortable than the black-shirted ranger.
The little emperor's eyes showed satisfaction, and then he turned around and opened the way.
"Brother Jian, I didn't realize that your appearance is really not much different from that of the emperor." Chunqiu looked Jian Wushuang up and down, with envy flashing in his eyes.
"Stop talking nonsense, this dress doesn't suit me very well." Jian Wushuang smiled bitterly, quietly loosened his belt, and stepped forward.
Chunqiu scratched his head and said, "The figure is so similar to that of my imperial father back then. It's really strange."
He would never have thought that this young man beside him, who was silent but seemed to have endless stories to tell, was once the God of the Universe.
A total of more than a thousand ancestor-level cultivators and twenty immortal immortals stood in the void. At this moment, they revealed to Jian Wushuang the true fangs he had always hidden.
Outside the Six Heavens Realm, in the void of the Great Si Realm, the little emperor's rare and calm gaze slowly swept across the figure standing in front of him.
At this moment, waves of neighing sounds were heard in the void of the entire large division.
A strange beast that Jian Wushuang has never seen before stepped on the flowing clouds and rode on the wind to drive the chariot.
These strange beasts are like dragons and sheep, with curved horns and thin ears, and golden scales engraved on their bodies with flowing cloud patterns. While they cannot be described as weird, they are also quite mysterious.
A total of twenty strange beasts and ten royal chariots arrived.
On each imperial chariot, there is a flag with the word "Yan" engraved on it.
For a long time, the calm but majestic voice of the little emperor resounded throughout the entire Grand Si area.
"Everyone, please follow Young Master Yan to heaven and attend the banquet!"