A storm returned to calm, and everything that happened in the Realm Palace spread. When things broke out that year, the Realm Palace still stood still and was even stronger. Many people vaguely guessed something.

But the parties involved were silent about this matter, and no one mentioned it. Tianhe Daozu no longer cared about foreign affairs. It seemed that it was hit hard, and gradually no one guessed those things anymore. What's more, because Tianhe Daozu did not care about worldly affairs, the Realm Palace was an invincible overlord-level existence in the Tianhe Realm.

However, now, the majesty of the Realm Palace has been questioned, and Qi Xuangang's questioning that day still lingers in his ears. The Realm Palace sold the Tianhe Daozu completely, and used extremely despicable means to be an alliance with the Tianhe Daozu on the surface, but secretly cooperated with the Gods to capture all the disciples of the Tianhe Daozu in one fell swoop.

Duan Qing is considered to be worthy of death. Although he is for the benefit of his family, those who died in vain.

However, even though the success and success of the king and defeated the enemy, even though he knew that the Realm Palace was despicable, the Realm Palace is now standing at the top of the Tianhe Realm, so who dares to say anything?

I believe that the Realm Palace has always been afraid of the existence of Tianhe Dao Ancestor.

This time Duan Qing’s death was impossible, the Realm Palace could not do anything.

As time goes by, the number of people talking about this matter gradually decreases, and Ye Futian has been practicing on the mountain.

The meaning of the five elements and eight trigrams is contained in the meaning of the five elements and eight trigrams. It has many mysterious ideas and can even be used for practicing formations. For Ye Futian, who is good at various Taoisms, he is indeed very suitable for practicing the three elements.

Moreover, it is in line with the way of heaven and earth, just as the world in Tianhe Realm wants to worship the ancestor of Tianhe Dao, it can make people closer to forging the soul of Tao and impacting the realm of the Human Emperor.

Through daily practice, Ye Futian's understanding of heaven and earth became stronger and stronger. He felt that it would not take too long to reach that level. His soul merged into the great way of heaven and earth. People and Tao are in harmony, no one or self, no things and form, and he is the Tao.

That is a kind of sublimation, so although it seems to be only one step away, it is very difficult to get through it.

The 10,034th year of the Shenzhou calendar is approaching its end. It has been almost a year since Ye Futian came here. It has snowed in Tianhe City, and it has been falling for many days. The vast white snow covers Tianhe City, which is beautiful.

The mountain where Ye Futian is located has also turned into a snow-capped mountain, and the world is vast and even more ethereal.

Above the snow-capped mountains, an old man was teaching a woman how to practice, and both of them were very serious.

The two of them are naturally Tianhe Daozu and Xu Ping'an. Under the guidance of Tianhe Daozu, Xu Ping'an's cultivation has improved rapidly. Her talent is already very outstanding. After all, the blood of the First Sword Emperor in the Tianhe Realm flows in her body, so she is naturally in line with the sword.

Xu Ping'an was practicing sword in the snow, Tianhe Daozu looked quietly, gradually, he looked up at the sky and murmured: "It's fifty years soon."

"Master, what fifty years?" A voice came from behind Tianhe Daozu, and a white-haired figure came over the snow, leaving footprints on the mountain. His whole body was white, as if he had merged into the snow, but those eyes were still deep.

Ye Futian walked to Tianhe Daozu and watched Xu Ping'an practice swordsmanship together.

"How about practicing?" Tianhe Daozu did not respond to his words, but asked.

"It shouldn't be used for too long." Ye Futian said, he felt that it was not far from enlightenment.

"Well, if you have an enlightenment, don't rush to break the realm, and don't enter the Human Emperor for the time being." Tianhe Daozu asked.

"Why?" Ye Futian showed a hint of doubt. What does this mean?

Let him attack the realm of the Human Emperor, but let him not break the realm.

"Didn't you ask about fifty years? Something will happen next year." Tianhe Daozudao.

Ye Futian pondered for a moment, then nodded without asking any more questions.

"Futian, how old are you?" Tianhe Daozu suddenly asked curiously.

"This year, it's already fifty." Ye Futian said.

"It's exactly fifty?" asked Tianhe Daozu.

"Ye Futian nodded. Before he knew it, he was fifty. If he was an ordinary person, fifty would be an old man.

"Is this a coincidence?" Tianhe Daozu smiled and said nothing.

"skillful?"

Ye Futian didn't know what Tianhe Daozu refers to. Tianhe Daozu did not continue to say it, and he didn't ask.

Ye Futian also sat down, sat down on the snow beside Tianhe Daozu, watching Ping An practicing sword in front of him.

Although Ping An is also in the realm of a prince, in Ye Futian's eyes today, Ping An is still like a girl. This is probably a change in his mood. In the past, he saw that the prince was unattainable and could be the emperor of a small country.

Now that I look at the king and prince again, I am already a younger generation. This feeling is hard to explain, but it happens naturally.

In fact, Ye Futian was only fifty years old. If it were before, many kings and princes were far older than him.

This is the little change in his mood. Although he is only fifty years old, his experience is far greater than his peers, and even more exciting than many people who are hundreds of years old.

After fifty years of practice, from the smallest mortal world, he has walked step by step to the peak of the Three Thousand Great Dao Realm. The supreme realm is particularly down-to-earth, and he has experienced a lot. I am afraid that his state of mind is comparable to that of an old guy who is hundreds of years old.

"Let's see how to practice safely." Tianhe Daozu said, then stood up and left, leaving Ye Futian here.

Ye Futian nodded slightly, his eyes still on Ping'an. When he watched her practice swordsmanship, his eyes were gentle, as if he was looking at his junior. Ping'an was indeed his junior. He also knew that the teacher felt guilty about Ping'an's family. Ping'an was the only bloodline of the No. 1 Sword Emperor in Tianhe Realm back then.

The snowflakes were flying all over the sky. Although the sword energy was solemn and murderous, Ye Futian still felt the aesthetic meaning. He practiced swords in the snow, and snowflakes were shattered under the sword. Ye Futian looked at it and fell into a distant memory.

He remembered what happened when he was young. The snowflakes in the sky seemed to pull his thoughts back decades ago. When he was a teenager, he practiced in the Qingzhou Academy. There, he had his rest of his life, his words, his senior sister Qin Yi, and his teacher Hua Rongliu.

That time was very difficult at that time, but now when I look back, it seems very beautiful.

He thought of Donghai City, Cangye Kingdom, and the East Wasteland, Shushan, and the Thatched Cottage.

Yi Xiang, Ye Tianzi, teacher Mr. Du, senior brothers and sisters, figures passed by one by one in my mind, forming memories, these memories were imprinted in my mind and never forgotten. Looking back now, it was as beautiful as it happened yesterday.

Ye Futian was very relaxed at this time, and he had never felt relaxed before. Since he entered the supreme realm, he had never been like this, because he carries a lot and has experienced a lot. Even this year, he witnessed the teacher being taken away with him with his own eyes. It is conceivable what kind of imprint it left in his heart.

Although I was silent at that time, only I knew the inner feelings.

The wind blew by and the snowflakes fell on Ye Futian's body. He was still watching Ping An practice swordsmanship, as if it was in front of him, as if it was very blurred.

Gradually, Ping An's figure seemed to be getting farther and farther away, no longer in front of him, his consciousness seemed to float to a distant place, as if he was no longer in place, but above the sky.

His consciousness turned into wind and snowflakes, flying all over the sky. He not only saw peace, but also the entire snow mountain, and then saw the endless snow-capped mountains, and everything was in sight.

The snow was getting heavier and heavier, and the falling snowflakes were like goose feathers. After a while, the sword finally stopped. The sword intent dissipated and Ping An stopped practicing. Previously, the snowflakes could not stay on her body due to the existence of the sword energy, but after the sword stopped, the snow also fell on her body.

Ping An stretched out his hand, a piece of white snow fell on her palm, and a bright smile appeared on her face, which was extremely beautiful, and it was pure beauty, like flawless jasper.

"What's wrong with uncle?"

Ping An looked forward and showed a hint of doubt. He saw Ye Futian's whole body was covered with snow, sitting there quietly like a snowman. His breathing was evenly symmetrical. Except for the heat brought out of his breath that would melt the snowflakes, other parts of his body were covered with snow.

When Ping'an saw that she stopped practicing Ye Futian still did not respond, she couldn't help but show a strange look. Could it be that the uncle of the master is also practicing?

Thinking of this, Ping An did not disturb Ye Futian, worried about interrupting Ye Futian's practice.

At this moment, a gust of wind blew on the snow-capped mountains. The wind blew, and the snowflakes were flying all over the sky, and the snow on Ye Futian's body also danced and left his body.

The wind blew on Ping'an's body, and her body trembled slightly, as if she felt something, but she couldn't catch it. The feeling was extremely wonderful.

"What's this?"

Ping An whispered, and the wind blew, Ye Futian opened his eyes and stood up, with a smile appearing in his eyes.

"Uncle Master, you are awake." Ping'an said.

"Yeah." Ye Futian nodded and said, "Ping An, I have practiced swordsmanship, and I will show you some of my insights on swordsmanship over the years, which may be helpful to you."

"Okay." Ping An nodded slightly. Do uncle want to pass on his sword skills?

My uncle taught her some before, but she did not teach her like this.

At this moment, Ye Futian's pupils became extremely bright, as if there was a sword intent lingering.

"Don't resist." Ye Futian said, looking at Ping'an at first sight. Then, Ping'an felt the divine thoughts directly into her mind. She saw a sword, and then saw countless swords, the sword of the Great Dao, and each sword seemed to contain the essence of the Great Dao.

In an instant, her mind seemed to be wrapped in a sword, and the whole world was left with only the sword, entering the world of swords.

Ye Futian quickly withdrew his gaze and returned to calm. His understanding of sword practice over the years has been directly imprinted into Ping'an's mind in a unique way. How to practice swords depends on how Ping'an goes by himself.

Ye Futian turned around and walked away in the snow. The snowflakes still fell down and fell on him.
Chapter completed!