"I think you will be satisfied with this."

Looking at Lin Chen, Chu Sikong reached out and reached towards his left eye.

There was no bloody scene, he dug out his golden eyes.

"Strictly speaking, I am the first person to touch that fairy thing, but I am not so lucky."

Chu Sikong said with a hint of regret that he naturally saw that the power of the true immortal back then had the same origin as the power he controlled.

"You intercepted part of the fairy spirit?" Lin Chen was a little surprised. He didn't expect such a result.

"Rather than intercepting it, it's better to say that the fairy took the initiative to give it to me." Chu Sikong smiled, but he was not capable of intercepting the fairy.

"This thing can possibly change my life?"

Lin Chen played with the eyeballs in his hands, and after a long time he said, "Follow me."

Not long after, a dazzling light bloomed in the cave sky, and the light lasted for a full hundred years.

"Is this the price of the Imperial Realm?" Some people exclaimed. Everyone knew that the price Lin Chen paid was probably extremely terrifying.

"Just one emperor, that's what it is, those twin flowers of Cangyun?" Xia Chengxian watched the light in the cave sky dissipate, and couldn't help but discuss it with the emperors beside him.

That's one of the five great imperial clans of Yongyuan, so the price can't be lower than that of Emperor Moyuan alone, right?

"No wonder those people are not worried about us not working hard." Some people smiled and shook their heads. This time they definitely saw the movement of changing an emperor.

In the past, they lost all hope of luck because of Cangyun's countless years of battles, but now, they see the consequences clearly.

"So what did the Demon Abyss Emperor pay for? To be able to make him make such a determination?"

"Who knows, I'm afraid it won't be simple."

A hundred years later, the light in the cave sky dissipated, and the emperors who had gathered together for a short time also chose to separate.

Ten percent of the millennium has passed, and they still have a lot to do.

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"Practice is becoming more and more difficult."

In Dao Tian Realm, someone sighed silently.

The aura of decay pervades his body, and he is at the peak of the True Yuan Realm.

"With the laws of heaven and earth exhausted, is there really no possibility for us to be promoted?"

Some people lamented that he was extremely talented and originally the Purple Mansion could never have restricted his realm, but now that the pale emperor's power has covered the entire world, everything has changed.

The pale sun replaced the sun and moon that could be seen in the Dao Heaven Realm. The one who single-handedly replaced the cycle of spring and autumn in the Dao Heaven Realm.

Cultivation has become difficult.

In today's world of Dao and Heaven, spiritual roots are no longer ordinary, and cultivation is no longer as difficult as ascending to heaven.

In a lifespan of a hundred years, only those with outstanding talents are qualified to cultivate to the peak of Qi Condensation at the end of their lives. Breaking through the True Yuan realm is a one-in-a-million opportunity, and opportunities and means are indispensable.

Zhenyuan monks have become an extremely rare existence in the Taoist world.

As for Zifu, no one has seen it for who knows how many years.

It is said that whenever someone breaks through the Zi Mansion, heaven will rain down thunder and punishment.

That is not a thunder catastrophe that the True Yuan Realm can withstand, and even the Zi Mansion cannot survive it.

The pale one eroded the entire world with his own power. He wanted the practice of this world to be extinct and return it to its most primitive state.

"Is there no other way besides that road?" Some people are walking in the prosperous country in the past. The desolation is no longer just for the mountains and rivers, but also for these cities.

Hundreds of years ago, the voice belonging to Cangyun transmitted to the heavens and clearly ordered all living beings to wait for the coming arrival in a specific place.

They will be taken to a brand new world, the name of that world is Cangyun.

Practitioners all know what is going on. Cangyun won that war and they are enjoying their fruits.

And the Dao Heaven Realm has become extremely desolate during these hundreds of years.

These practitioners who are unwilling to go to Cangyun for various reasons have become one of the few living beings in this world.

Hundreds of years have passed, and with the actions of Cangyun Cultivation Community regardless of the cost, it has become difficult for them to find even the most basic spiritual objects.

Perhaps, there are spiritual spiritual objects that cultivators in Cangyun have not noticed at the edge of the world, but their cultivation makes it impossible.

"Cang Yun accepts any practitioner of the Qi Condensing True Yuan Realm. If not, let's go too."

"Otherwise, if it continues like this, no one knows what the future will be like. Maybe, we will all die."

Some people wavered, some were silent, and some persistent things began to disappear.

"Is surrendering to Cangyun really a good thing?" Some people are confused and they can't see the whole world.

"Perhaps, Cangyun just wants to have more practitioners as cannon fodder?"

In the silence, someone said: "Maybe you are not as valuable as you think, and they don't care about us people."

This is the truth, but not many people agree with it.

They just want to give themselves a reason.

"I keep thinking about leaving anyway. Even if I die, I want to die in this sky."

"If you want to leave, let those juniors leave."

The old man lamented and made a decision.

"No one knows when Cangyun will stop receiving, so if you want to go, you have to speed up."

The old man went deep into the family, and he did not plan to do anything else at the end of his life.

The long-lost silence was broken, and the family practitioners were gathering everything together, and they planned to take action.

They were born after the war and didn't know much about Cangyun or Daotian.

They don't know that bloody history and cruel past. Even now, they just feel that they have chosen another supporter.

"It is said that there is a heavenly palace in the world we are going to. The name of the heavenly palace is Bai Yujing, and there are immortals living in it."

Now that the decision has been made, the lower-level family members finally stopped being cautious with their remarks and exchanged the information they had obtained over the years with each other.

"I heard that the people in the palace are all immortals. They live above the clouds. It is the world that all living beings long for."

"Maybe one day we will have the opportunity to go up there."

"..."

Joy appears in this small family.

They didn't leave yet, but knelt down neatly in front of the house deep inside the family.

They are waiting for the ancestor of the family to die and they will see him off.

Without waiting any longer, for three days, the aura belonging to the peak of the True Yuan Realm began to rage, and then dissipated.

A streak of snow-white air appeared in the sky above the house, and then drifted towards the unknown.

"Farewell to our ancestors!" someone yelled, his head touching the ground, and thousands of tribesmen behind him followed his actions.

"Congratulations to our ancestors!"
Chapter completed!