The surroundings of Tianji Pavilion suddenly became clear, and the heavy clouds and fog were dispersed.

The ordinary hall began to tremble in the gloomy middle-aged eyes.

Corruption appeared on this palace that had left no trace for millions of years.

That rust-like brokenness almost made his pupils shrink.

"The price is worth it." He clenched his hands and counted on the success of the thirty-six fellow disciples in the hall.

And the latter didn't seem to disappoint him.

The interior of the hall was hazy, with a mist-like atmosphere surrounding the thirty-six people, and the colorful colors made the entire hall look magnificent.

That is the impure origin of chaos, the power of chaos that was blocked by the infinite formation of Tianji Pavilion at the moment of Old Man Tianji's death.

They formed a formation, began to reunite these things, and then analyzed them.

Among them, there are memories belonging to Old Man Tianji...

It is not difficult to awaken the past of a dead person, but it is extremely difficult to awaken the memory of an emperor.

The formation composed of thirty-six people began to become unstable.

"Master! Save me!" Someone roared, but it made no sense.

His body was like burnt ceramic, with pieces falling out.

"Jingshen! Sense carefully!" Someone shouted loudly, causing the emperor-level expert to calm down a little.

He was dead, but that was predicted.

He no longer paid attention to his own changes, let his body shatter, and began to listen to the voice of Old Man Tianji in the chaos.

He saw time and space passing rapidly on both sides, and he seemed to have returned to the past.

Suddenly, he stopped at a place where birds were singing and flowers were fragrant. Everything was clear before his eyes. He looked again and saw that this was an island in the boundless sea.

Just when he was doubting, a layer of ripples spread again, and it seemed as if something was coming out of the void.

He sensed it. To be precise, he sensed the memory belonging to the Imperial Realm, the memory of Old Man Tianji.

"Emperor... There is an Emperor's plant here. Three hundred and sixty years later, it will become reality... in three breaths!" He was horrified that Old Man Tianji had actually calculated that there was an Emperor even tens of thousands of years ago.

Que's exact location in the future.

Before he could stop, time and space pulled him again. After an unknown number of years, he appeared in a sect.

In the deep forest, two people laid incense and knelt down, asking heaven and earth to witness their friendship.

This is nothing, there are many such situations in the world of cultivation, but if...

How will these two people live millions of years later?

Boom!

Thunder resounded in the sky, purple and red thunder intertwined, actually condensing the mystery of heaven and earth.

The two people on the ground received innate supernatural powers through such an opportunity!

This was a scene from the past, and it completely frightened the powerful man from Tianji Pavilion who had become emperor when he saw this scene.

"These two have known each other before! We used to be partners! That's it!" Even in his current state of nothingness, he still couldn't help but tremble.

Except for the four most powerful people in the Taoist Realm, all the rest of the Emperor Realm do not want to become the fifth, and among them, the good and evil factions also have infinite conflicts.

In the past, many people died because of the fifth and sixth seats.

And the two people in front of him were also part of the fight, and they survived until now.

One is righteous and the other is devil.

For a moment, he was frightened, knowing that if such information was spread, the world of cultivation would be shaken again.

There is no room for thinking, the power of time and space is coming again.

He saw a sea of ​​red flowers, a vast and magnificent palace, a huge fire, and two figures embracing each other deep in the flames.

The simple outline allowed him to clearly see the two distinct shadows.

One black, one white, like two worlds.

One person and one alien race, embracing each other in the world.

"That one is the Love Flower Emperor? But who is that foreign woman...?" He was horrified that the Love Flower Emperor was once married to a foreign woman, but no one in the world knew about it.

"Emperor Qinghua has never stepped out of the Red Flower Blessed Land for countless years. Even if the evil spirits invaded, he has never shown his opinion..."

As he hesitated, the scene in front of him changed.

The black and white picture, the endless blades will annihilate one person.

He could see clearly that the person who was killed was the outline of the foreign woman in the arms of Emperor Qinghua.

"Someone... kill her!" The emperor-level expert was not surprised. Things between humans and aliens have always been resisted.

But he looked hard, trying to see clearly who was beheading the foreign woman in the black and white picture.

"wake up!!!"

wake up!!!

Loud shouts echoed, and endless images were shattered. After all, he did not remember that person.

In the hall shrouded in chaos, only one head of the emperor-level expert was left.

"Say!" Thirty-five voices continued to echo inside, and the head finally regained consciousness.

Everything he remembers in his mind is told in his mouth.

That is the dust of the past and the truth of history.

This scene shocked the other thirty-five people.

No wonder Old Man Tianji was feared by the entire Dao Tian Realm in the past. He knew... too much.

"No matter who survives to the end, remember that everything must not be disclosed to the outside world, not to anyone. Tianji Pavilion must be independent and must not participate in any disputes, especially in these days when evil spirits are invading."

An old imperial monk looked around with sharp eyes until everyone took an oath.

"Grand formation! Continue."

There were only thirty-five people left in the hall.

Any secret of Tianji has a terrible price. No one knows the price paid by the old man Tianji, but these people paid the price with their lives and the fate of Tianji Pavilion for countless years.

In the end, only one person will survive among them, and at that moment he will try to break through and become a new extremely powerful person.

As for luck, they didn't know how much it was consumed, and something happened to someone because of it.

…

"My brother and I have long heard of the reputation of Tianji Pavilion. We traveled across endless mountains and endless oceans just to become disciples of Tianji Pavilion."

The young man's voice is gentle, unconsciously convincing, like a spring breeze.

In front, the similarly young monk looked at the two people in front of him with some embarrassment, unable to bear to refuse.

However, there was nothing he could do.

"To tell you the truth, Tianji Pavilion has been closed. You came... at the wrong time."

His eyes were filled with sadness. Since the death of the Pavilion Master, their life had been very sad. There were always a series of monks around them secretly watching them.

It is precisely because of this that the pavilion is no longer allowed to open the gate to recruit disciples.

"Then I don't know when it will open again. We have come so far, so we can wait." The gentle voice said, and the Tianji Pavilion monk guarding the door could not help but feel sympathy.

"I don't know either, but if you two are willing to wait, you might as well tell me your names first. When the gate is opened again, I can tell my uncle on your behalf."

"That's very good, so thank you in advance, senior brother." The young man's eyes were filled with surprise, and he naturally raised his hands and said:

"I am favored by heaven."
Chapter completed!