It was a quiet night, but Liu Qiankun's heart could not calm down for a long time. Three years had passed unknowingly on this Arctic mountain. For a god with endless life, just three years may not even be considered a glimpse.
But in Liu Qiankun's opinion, it was especially worth cherishing. When Chu Li brought him a piece of mixed news a few days ago, he couldn't sleep tonight.
Three years of hard work finally bore fruit. Chu Li had a dark knot in her beaded fetus, and he, Liu Qiankun, was going to be a father. At the same time, he also learned from Hong Xiaotian’s mouth that ordinary gods needed to go from having a dark knot in a beaded fetus to giving birth.
It will take at least three thousand years, and if it is a god-level powerhouse, it will take five thousand years to mature. As for a god-king-level powerhouse and a god, it will take a full eight thousand years. Chu Li's cultivation is at least the peak of the quasi-god king.
, and Liu Qiankun himself is stronger than those ancient gods, which means that if the last two remnants are not found within ten thousand years, their children will have no father when they are born!
This is a cruel reality. Liu Qiankun admits that he cannot be said to be a good person, but it is absolutely unacceptable for his child to be born without a father. The endless pain seems to be tearing his strong heart apart.
Even breathing felt like a needle-pricking pain.
The beautiful woman beside him was already asleep. Liu Qiankun floated off the bed and stood on the top of the sword-like ice, letting the cold wind blow his long hair. The wind was cold and his heart was cold.
"Qing Emperor, go up to the Divine Peak and say something..." A vague and vast voice sounded in Liu Qiankun's ears, but there was no sense of consciousness that followed the sound. He swept in the direction of the sound source and saw only a kind-faced man with kind eyes.
An old man with yin deficiency sat in front of the Ice Palace on the top of the mountain, holding a white jade bottle with a long neck and a big belly in his palms.
"You finally showed up and made me wait." Liu Qiankun murmured to himself, stood up and turned into a stream of light towards the old man. There is only one identity for this old man, the mysterious Hong Xiaotian.
God, just when Liu Qiankun was upset, he appeared.
"Qing Emperor, you have changed." The old man looked up at Liu Qiankun and sighed leisurely.
Liu Qiankun sat down cross-legged and looked directly into the old man's deep pupils without hesitation. What he saw was an endless starry sky: "I'm afraid I will disappoint you, because I am not the Qing Emperor."
There is no need to hide anything, and he has no intention of hiding anything. In a sense, Qing Emperor created Liu Qiankun, but he is not Qing Emperor.
"Oh!" The old man was slightly surprised and then said with a smile: "It's not better, the Qing Emperor is you."
Liu Qiankun frowned, then nodded, and said seriously: "I need to know where the remnant soul is, please tell me."
The old man still had a smile on his face, but he did not answer Liu Qiankun's question directly. He gently held the bottle in his palm, and the bottle rotated and rose up, floating in front of Liu Qiankun's eyes. The belly of the bottle began to become transparent.
A clear picture flashes out.
The picture shows a majestic palace floating in the white mist. The picture slowly pulls towards the palace door, and finally enters the palace door. What comes into view are two rows of lifelike statues, including men, women, and old people.
There are a few, and he doesn’t know what kind of material they are carved from. Liu Qiankun can be sure that they are not ordinary stones, nor metal jade. But after all, they are just statues, silent and motionless. There is a strip between the two rows of statues.
The wide walkway, with milky white mist covering the ankles of all the statues, looks like endless waves at first glance.
There was a statue of a man in the middle of the two rows of statues. The picture finally focused on the statue's face. That face made Liu Qiankun's originally relaxed brows knit together again. That face seemed familiar.
, but for a moment he couldn't remember where he had seen it. In vain, an idea flashed in his mind, and he finally remembered where he had seen the face of this statue.
The place where the Prisoner God is located is the mysterious pyramid, and the face of the naked male god statue is, yes, exactly the same face. The only difference is that one is wearing clothes and the other is not... Liu Qiankun repeatedly compared the statue in front of him with the Prisoner God.
The difference between the naked male statues in God's Land has only one final result. They are all of the same person, or in other words, the same god.
The picture on the belly of the bottle stayed on the face of the statue for a long time. Liu Qiankun did not dare to leave this face for a moment. He could not miss every detail. For a long time, he saw that the eyelids of the statue seemed to tremble inadvertently. The arc was very small, which made Liu
Qiankun couldn't help but wonder if his eyelids had blinked.
"No, this statue is alive." Liu Qiankun's pupils shrank, and he saw the statue's eyelids twitching and a trace of dust falling.
The image on the belly of the bottle faded and eventually disappeared, and even the bottle seemed to have lost its support and fell. Liu Qiankun quickly stretched out his palm to hold it firmly in his palm.
"Qiankun, this is the Shuntian Shrine. A piece of the Qing Emperor's soul turned into the God of Destiny." The old man sighed leisurely: "The Qing Emperor may not have thought that a wisp of the Qing Emperor's soul turned into his chess piece.
Bar."
"Where is Shuntian Shrine?" Liu Qiankun seemed a little impatient. Knowing the whereabouts of the ruins was enough to cheer him up. He couldn't wait to know where this place was.
The old man shook his head and said calmly: "With your current cultivation level, you can't defeat the God of Destiny. Even if you add Brother Xiaotian and his sister, you can't ensure that Shuntian Shrine can be uprooted. Once the other ancient gods of Destiny are alerted, they can come to help."
It is even more difficult and dangerous to obtain the residual spirit, unless..."
Liu Qiankun was really anxious when he saw the old man swallowing his words in the middle of his words, and said hurriedly: "Unless what?" The vanguard encountered a slow man, and two forked veins popped out of poor Liu Qiankun's forehead.
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The old man showed an enigmatic smile, stretched out a finger, lowered his head, and began to draw slowly on the ice in front of him, each stroke seemed to be writing something.
Liu Qiankun's eyes narrowed, and he stared at the old man's fingertips. A row of small characters appeared in front of his eyes: Return to the Qing Emperor's Mansion, defy fate and do nothing, the five methods return to perfection, and break the sky with one sword. Finally.
There are also two signatures the size of rice grains, and they are none other than Hongmeng.
It turns out that the master of Hong Xiaotian is called Hong Meng. Liu Qiankun stared blankly at this row of small characters. Unknowingly, the cold sun behind him was slowly rising, and the figure of Hong Meng sitting cross-legged opposite him also faded away.
It disappeared out of thin air, like a drop of morning dew under the sunlight.
"Could he ask me to return to the Qing Emperor's palace to revive the Qing Emperor's former prestige? What is the explanation for these five laws of return? Does it mean the power of the five laws?" Liu Qiankun looked at the small words on the ground over and over again,
I'm trying to figure out the meaning, but I still can't explain clearly the phrase "Five Dharmas Return to Perfection".
The Seven Skills Treasure Vase that has been held in the palm of my hand emits a halo of halo under the reflection of the morning sun...