Nine Domains.

After only a few decades, there has been no change in the Nine Realms. Black Miasma Mountain is still shrouded in black miasma. Moon Lord still appears at the full moon. Not only are monks from Black Miasma Mountain, but also those with good friends with Black Miasma Mountain, as long as they can get a certain amount of spirit stones, they will be arranged to spend three full moon nights in Black Miasma Mountain.

It’s just that if you share the moonlight with others alone, you have to completely obey the arrangements of Black Miasma Mountain. But even so, the monks flocked to it. Those who made an appointment to absorb the moonlight and were able to break through the barrier and advance were ranked after decades. After all, there was only one place in the moonlight, and countless monks.

The Black Miasma Mountain Water Pond has become a forbidden place after Zhang Xiaohan ascended. Except for the full moon night, only Mu Ji or Song Chensha occasionally came over at other times, standing alone by the pool. The caves on the stone walls around the pool were empty, and even the caves behind the waterfall were empty. The only person can practice here, which is Yanqing Mountain.

Yan Qingshan has never left Heimian Mountain, nor has he left the pool of Heimian Mountain. In the dark night when no one appears, he will leave the cave where he is in seclusion, just like Zhang Xiaohan once did.

Yan Qingshan never met Mu Jin and Song Chensha. For more than 8,000 years, Mu Jin and Song Chensha had never seen Yan Qingshan. Every time they came to the pool, they would look at the stone cave where Yan Qingshan was in seclusion. They all knew that Zhang Xiaohan had different feelings for everyone who had accompanied her.

In Zhang Xiaohan's heart, Yan Qingshan may have a different status than others, although Zhang Xiaohan has never said that they have hardly seen him after returning from Xihai.

No one knows Yan Qingshan’s true identity. Except for Zhang Xiaohan, even Yan Dao didn’t know that his son was with him in the Nine Realms with such a body and identity, and Yan Qingshan never asked anyone about Yan Dao.

Yan Dao was like a fish in water in the Nine Realms. He had replaced the Luo family as the most unique existence in the Nine Realms. He no longer established a sect, but had a strongest mercenary institution, which arranged guards for all the monks who could pay, and became an important figure in the Nine Realms.

But he also remembered the lessons of the lower realm, expanded his strength without invading the power of the Nine Realms. He knew that his ultimate goal was not to be in the Nine Realms, but to ascend again.

All he can do is to improve his cultivation. This is the last time he can enjoy the moonlight. After this time, he will give up all his ascension in the Nine Realms.

During the day, he came to Black Miasma Mountain, waiting silently by the pool, adjusting his mindset and leaving it for the last time.

Song Chensha avoided Yan Dao. He could not face his former master, but Mu Jin didn't care at all. He sent Yan Dao to Black Miasma Mountain, and after a few greetings, he left Yan Dao here.

Yan Dao knew that Black Miasma Mountain was built by Zhang Xiaohan. He knew everything about Zhang Xiaohan as long as he could find out, and he could not find out. He also guessed a lot, but there were always secrets that he didn't know.

He didn't understand why a small concubine of the Zhang family had become an existence like a god in the Nine Realms, and seemed to be omnipotent.

I don’t understand why so many excellent monks gathered around her, and every monk who has been in contact with her is willing to give everything for her.

He knew that there must be countless days and nights, and Zhang Xiaohan stood alone or sat on the grass beside the pool. Many times he imagined Zhang Xiaohan's face, all the tender faces behind the Zhang family, and those eyes with a little joy and admiration, he even forgot to meet Zhang Xiaohan for the last time.

After the last night, he will go into seclusion again, and after that, he will ascend, and everything in the Nine Realms will become the past, just like everything in the lower realm.

Thinking of ascension, some expectations appeared in his heart. After experiencing the hardships and developments of the lower world and the upper world, he was full of confidence in the ascension to the fairy world. If his son was still there, all he had created would have a successor, which was a pity.

His eyes were accidentally scanning around the stone wall. He knew that there were many caves on the stone wall, but almost no one was there, but his eyes suddenly stopped. On the stone wall, he saw a figure, a thin young man.

Yan Dao frowned. How did Hei Mischia Mountain arrange it? How could he put irrelevant people here when he was practicing? Fortunately, it was during the day, if it hit him at night?

His eyes shot sharply and he snorted coldly. This sound exerted pressure, but the man on the stone wall did not move, as if he did not feel the pressure.

Yan Dao was shocked and looked at the monk again. His cultivation was restrained and he could not tell the level of his realm. However, if he could appear here and ignore his pressure, he was obviously not an ordinary monk.

"Who is fellow Taoist? Why did he appear in the forbidden area of ​​Black Miasma Mountain?" After a long rise, Yan Dao spoke with a kind of momentum and his tone was aggressive.

Yan Qingshan stood on the edge of the stone-block cave, looking at his father who had not seen him for nearly ten thousand years, and could vaguely see the shadows left by time in this middle-aged man.

He just came out of seclusion by chance, but never thought that he met his father, his father who had long forgotten.

A scene of meditating in the underground ten thousand years ago, practicing with the essence and blood of mortals suddenly surged into my heart. I will never forget what he looked like at that time. There is also a scene where he became a soul and stayed in the soul banner and in the Demon Blade Sword. My hand couldn't help but rubbed the storage ring. The Demon Blade Sword was still there, and it was always there.

He listened to Yan Dao's cold voice, endured his sharp vision, and his heart was empty. He had long forgotten that he had a father.

"Fellow Daoist Yan, here... Qingshan." Yan Qingshan hid his surname and bowed slightly, "I have always lived here and have no intention of disturbing fellow Taoist cultivation."

One high and one low, one up and one up and one up, the two of them looked at each other. Yan Dao did not doubt that the other party knew his name, nor did he have any connection from the other party's name reported. He just frowned unhappily, "When I was practicing, I didn't like others to disturb me."

Yan Qingshan nodded, and he did not want to recognize Yan Dao again. This nodded cut off all the father-son relationship.

The two of them looked at each other, and Yan Dao's heart suddenly moved slightly. In the eyes of the young man in front of him, he seemed to see a familiar thing, but before he could think about it, the monk had turned around. When he turned around, colorful glows suddenly appeared in the sky. Yan Dao and Yan Qingshan looked into the sky at the same time. The glows appeared in the azure blue sky, which was dazzlingly beautiful.
Chapter completed!