A frost-white dream butterfly explores backward, and a purple gold dragon charges forward. The two directions are opposite, but there is a mysterious and mysterious aura involved.
Wherever they pass, endless sources of chaos ripple out, giving rise to numerous subspecies.
Suddenly, the frost-white dream butterfly stopped slightly.
In an instant, a dark figure appeared on Mengdie's back. It was an upright Taoist—Hong Yuan!
'The peace talisman...is Yue'er.'
The corners of Hong Yuan's eyes were slightly curved, with a look of doting in his eyes.
He saw the shadow of Yue'er, and with a thought in his mind, the frosty white dream butterfly vibrated its wings, causing the long river of time to roll continuously, intercepting a tributary, the tributary of the time in the martial world.
…
The world turns upside down, and the years go back.
Everything seems to have returned to the starting point.
During this period, Xuanguang Bridge had not yet become the destiny of the demon clan, that is, the food path had not yet become a saint.
In the quiet courtyard, there is a small lake in the center, which is clear and bright. The old vines climb regularly on the shore, which is very beautiful.
Beside the lake, there is a white stone field, covered by fog and hazy, making it impossible for outsiders to know the situation inside.
The breeze blows, and the wicker branches flutter in the wind, stirring the water surface of the lake.
A red dragon carp emerged from the water, and together with a phoenix butterfly on the water, they looked at the white stone field and the petite figure in the distance.
"Don't be distracted, concentrate." Hong Yuan reminded.
"Well, I know!" Xiao Yue'er's eyes were firm.
She wiped the sweat from her forehead, exhaled white mist from her mouth, cheered up, and punched and kicked her routine, taking it seriously.
Just when Xiao Yue'er was practicing the routine, Hong Yuan, who was urging him, suddenly stopped.
After a moment, Hong Yuan's eyes flashed with a glimmer of chaos.
'Back then, I only wanted to make Yue'er live a happy life, but I forgot that she always wanted to get her parents back.'
'Yue'er, you will succeed, and by then, you will be even happier.'
night.
The moon and stars are sparse, and the magpies fly south.
The faint bright moonlight shines on the bamboo window.
In the room, Xiao Yue'er was sleeping soundly on the bed. Her frown was smoothed away and she murmured:
"I will, I will."
"Father and mother, I will definitely practice well and bring you back from another world."
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"Master, little uncle, I want to be a Saint of Eternal Dao!"
The crisp and sweet sound came out of Xiao Yue'er's mouth, like a clear spring in the mountains hitting a rock, it was really nice to hear.
Hong Yuan saw his master Lin Daoyan's hands trembling and his senior brother Zhu Wushang trembling.
One can imagine how lofty Xiao Yue'er's ambition is.
At this time, the Rainbow Fire Peak lineage was still in a weakening stage, and even the Eagle Immortal Blessed Land had not been recaptured.
Everyone's goal is to raise a true descendant of Fengxi and then take back the blessed land of Eagle Immortal from Liu Mantang.
As for a saint, especially an extremely rare Eternal Dao Saint, this is ten times or a hundred times more difficult than becoming the true successor of Feng Xi!
"My darling, what do you want to do?" Lin Daoyan asked in disbelief.
"The Saint, the Saint of the Eternal Way!" Xiao Yue'er replied loudly.
But this made Lin Daoyan look sad. He grabbed his gray beard and pulled off clumps one after another.
Regarding Xiao Yue'er, Lin Daoyan, like Hong Yuan, held her in his hands for fear of melting.
So whatever Xiao Yue'er wants, Lin Daoyan will do his best to satisfy it.
But only the Time Dao School made him miserable.
Because in Fengxi Sect, there is no saint-level inheritance of the Time Dao at all. Most of them are just a few fragmentary moves, and they are still low-level.
If Xiao Yue'er really takes this path, then Lin Daoyan really has the will but the inability to do so.
"Dao of Time, Dao of Time..." Lin Daoyan muttered a few times and suddenly sighed.
As an old man, he could see at a glance why Xiao Yue'er wanted to become a Saint of the Way of Time.
As for Zhu Wushang, Lin Yiru and others, they were still in shock and did not react at all.
"Sage of the Eternal Dao, haha, it's pretty good. From now on, you have to practice more diligently?" Hong Yuan bent down and said with a smile.
"Yeah!" A look of determination appeared on Xiao Yue'er's face.
Soon, Xiao Yue'er had a successful awakening and embarked on the path of spiritual practice.
Then, she encountered the first big problem, there was no suitable ancient scripture of time path!
Time Dao is an extremely mysterious sect. If you want to obtain the ancient scriptures that lead directly to the holy level of Time Dao, among the human race, you have to look at the blood descendants of Emperor Longyang.
It’s just that it’s too difficult, too difficult!
With Xiao Yue'er's background, why can she be recognized by the descendants of Long Yang?
"Can I really become a Saint of Eternal Dao?"
Because of the real dilemma, Xiao Yue'er began to have self-doubt in her heart.
Night under the moon.
The small pond in the white frost stone house looks increasingly clear and has a unique scenery.
Xiao Yue'er sat in the pavilion, leaning on the railing and looking towards the surface of the pond.
The moon in the water, the flowers in the mirror, and a phantom of herself.
She was extremely depressed.
Bingxue was smart enough to know that her master and uncle had been collecting Time Dao scriptures for her, but they had gained very little.
She really wanted to muster up the courage to say out loud: Even if there is no way, I, Mo Yuer, can find a way!
But because she was too sober, she couldn't say such words at all.
At this moment, Xiao Yue'er's thoughts were a little shaken, and she began to consider whether to practice Mu Dao first to extend her lifespan.
"Crash..."
At this moment, the pond was rippling, and the moon was missing in the water.
A crack in the void broke out from the moon in the water, and then spread into a mountain!
This mountain is very strange. The rocks, vegetation and trees are all made of white paper, while the mountain streams and waterfalls are all made of dark ink. The ink waterfall falls into the deep pool, stirring up thousands of water splash words.
These words all contain different Tao and principles, explaining the laws of this world.
The inheritance place of the human race - the secret realm of heaven and earth, Shushan!
Before Xiao Yue'er could react, her figure immediately shrank and flew into the mountain of books, especially the top of the mountain with the word "Zhou" engraved on it.
In an instant, her figure appeared again.
However, her face was full of ecstasy.
Because she unexpectedly obtained the legendary Taoist Godless Sutra - "Longyang Emperor Sutra" by chance.
Not only that, there is actually the Taoist rhyme of the Shanhe Brush for her to feel, allowing her to see the traces of the passage of time more closely, allowing her to practice the Tao of Time more easily.
In other words, it was equivalent to Emperor Longyang personally teaching her, or the kind that she could call him to whenever he wanted and drive her away whenever he wanted.
At this point, the first big problem on her path of spiritual practice was solved.
At this moment, a surge of ecstasy rushed into her heart, making her unable to sit still and wanting to find someone to share this joy.
The first target she thought of was her uncle Hong Yuan!
"Xiao Yue'er, there are many dangers on the path of cultivation, you have to keep calm." Under the moon in the water, Hong Yuan chuckled and shook his head, but he was extremely moved in his heart.