Tmall Square City is a distinguished place with land number 999. The private room named "Ancient Era" has a long and ancient charm.
After bidding farewell to the eighth prince, Ao Chun, Ao Tingxin quietly stood in front of the window, her eyes passing through the fog of time and space, and fixed on the magnificent picture of the ancient world.
This is not an ordinary birth, but an era where giant beasts roam and chaos is undivided.
In the sky, the figures of giant beasts cover the sky and the sun. Among them, above the North Sea, a giant turtle - a giant tortoise, paces slowly. With one step of its foot, it seems to be able to hold up the sky and crush the earth. Its power
It's chilling and awe-inspiring.
Ao Tingxin's heart was filled with ripples, and she thought in disbelief: In that era when chaos was beginning to emerge and crises were everywhere, how did the seniors of the Dragon Clan lead the Dragon Clan with fearless courage and wisdom in countless life-and-death battles?
Climbed to the pinnacle of the times, even unified the vast aquatic tribe, and achieved supreme glory?
However, even in such an era of radiant light, strong men, and dazzling innate spiritual treasures, the Dragon Clan could not escape the fate of decline.
The secrets behind those brilliance, those conspiracies and calculations that made the Dragon Clan gradually fade away from the stage of history, are like being sealed in the deep river of history, making it difficult to see the full picture.
Ao Tingxin knows very well that the laws of operation in this world are like flowers in the mirror, water and the moon. They seem to be close at hand, but in fact they are far away.
She is eager to understand the general trend of the world, to lift the hazy veil and touch the core of the truth. However, whenever she tries to delve deeper, she always feels as if there is an invisible barrier that isolates her from the truth.
She couldn't reach the final answer.
This feeling of powerlessness lingered in her heart like the fog in the night and could not go away.
Looking up, Ao Tingxin could not help but sigh at the vastness of the sky. His voice contained endless thoughts and helplessness. Perhaps, only those supreme beings who are above the top of the thirty-third heaven and can stand side by side with the way of heaven can
Can gain insight into the origin and end of all things in the world, and understand the truth hidden under the dust of history.
For a young descendant of the dragon clan like her, trying to get involved in this chess game that can shake the world is undoubtedly stepping onto the thin ice on the edge of life and death. If you are not careful, you will be doomed, and you will die without rebirth.
desperate situation.
However, facing this cruel reality, Ao Tingxin had no choice, and the entire dragon clan was equally helpless.
The Dragon Clan, a once glorious race, is now facing an unprecedented dilemma. Being unchanged means chronic suicide, gradually disappearing without a trace in the long river of time.
This is a road with no retreat. Only by bravely taking steps to explore the unknown possibilities can we find a glimmer of hope and win a glimmer of future for the Dragon Clan.
Looking back at the history of the Dragon Clan, from the past world masters to the current situation, it is not difficult to find that many of the changes are actually due to the Dragon Clan's own choices.
In the past, during the great catastrophe of the three clans, the dragon clan fought tooth and nail, but failed to change their fate. Instead, the wars nearly tore the world apart, and they were burdened with heavy karma.
In order to save themselves and to continue the bloodline of the Dragon Clan, most of the surviving Dragon Clan resolutely chose to transform themselves into the town, seal it and return to the ruins, silently adjusting the balance of the water system between heaven and earth.
In the ensuing battle between the lich and the lich, the Dragon Clan wanted to stay out of the matter and wait and see what would happen, but unexpectedly they were inadvertently involved. This time, they learned their lesson, and after waiting and watching for a while, they decisively stood against the demon who seemed to have the upper hand.
clan side.
However, things are unpredictable. In the end, both the Lich and Lich clans ended up losing, while the weak humans suddenly emerged and became the new masters of the world.
The Dragon Clan once again suffered great consequences due to a mistake in choosing a team. However, they had no choice but to commit themselves to the heaven. The former King of the Dragon Clan was reduced to a god in charge of wind, rain, thunder and lightning.
Time flies, and the Battle of the Gods breaks out!
This time, the Dragon Clan has truly learned its lesson. No matter how hard the two sides lobby, they will stick to their neutrality and never intervene.
They only want to guard their own part of the world and stay contented. At most, they can offer some regenerative dragon livers and horns during the heavenly celebrations to show their loyalty.
Even though the third prince of the East China Sea was unfortunately killed at the hands of Nezha, the Dragon Clan chose to be patient and stick to the bottom line of not participating in the dispute.
Finally, King Zhou won, and the Dragon Clan could breathe a sigh of relief.
This time, they successfully avoided the storm. Not only did they not suffer losses, but they also gained a breathing space due to their wise choices. It can be said that they made a lot of money!
Immediately afterwards, the Dragon Clan unexpectedly received a shocking piece of good news - King Zhou actually extended an olive branch to the Dragon Clan and invited the True Dragon Clan to become the totem of the human race, the protagonists of heaven and earth, and vowed that the human and dragon clans would go hand in hand from now on and live and die together.
"Such a good thing? This is the fate of the protagonist of heaven and earth!" There was an uproar within the dragon clan, thinking secretly in their hearts. Doesn't this mean that the day when the dragon clan will truly regain their freedom and regain their glory will be greatly advanced?
"That's great!" The joy was beyond words, and all members of the Dragon Clan were delighted.
After careful consideration, the elders of the Dragon Clan unanimously decided that this was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for the Dragon Clan, so they accepted it without hesitation.
In order to prevent the human race from regretting it, the dragon clan even gambled on the clan's operation. From then on, the human clan's human emperor's jade seal and dragon robes were all imprinted with the dragon clan's totem, symbolizing the close alliance between the two clans.
Not only that, the Human Race also sent an invitation to the Phoenix Clan. Seeing that the Dragon Clan had joined first, the Phoenix Clan naturally refused to lag behind and responded quickly.
The Dragon Clan doesn't care about this, after all, they still occupy a dominant position in this alliance.
It's just good luck, and besides being able to take this opportunity to suppress the Phoenix Clan, it can be regarded as a bad breath for the ancestors. The Dragon Clan is secretly proud, enjoying this rare comfort.
However, the good times did not last long. Just when the Dragon Clan was immersed in joy, King Zhou suddenly proclaimed himself the Emperor and took the initiative to give up the Four Purple Qi. His status plummeted, causing the fate of the human race to slump instantly, and the fate of the Dragon Clan to reverse course.
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Okay, okay! Bullying the honest dragon, right?
Cao Nima!
No matter how shocked the Dragon Clan was, with anger and confusion intertwined in their hearts, things had happened and could never be changed.
The Dragon Clan suffered another blood loss!
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After the dust settled in the Battle of the Gods, the Dragon Clan gradually recovered from the trauma of the war after a long period of time. Since then, the Dragon Clan has become extremely cautious and diligently regulates the water system day after day to ensure that wind, rain, thunder and lightning come on time.
, guarding the balance of heaven and earth.
However, the peaceful days did not last long, and the waves of missionary work on the Journey to the West stirred up again.
The human Tang King did not consult with the dragon clan, but directed the scene of Wei Zheng slaying the dragon, which disgraced the dragon clan in the Three Realms. What's more, with the close connection between the human and dragon clans, the Tang King also directly sacrificed some of the dragon clan.
Luck is the key to the spread of Buddhism to the east.
Although Buddhism later provided some compensation and allowed the Third Prince of Xihai to be added to the scripture collection team, this prince eventually converted to Buddhism and could give very little merit and luck back to the Dragon Clan.
Taking a closer look, from the beginning of the world to the present, every attempt of the Dragon Clan seems to be repeating the same mistakes, with heavy losses, as if it has been constantly consuming its own resources.
Today, the human race is gradually declining, and among the new generations of the dragon race, the birth of geniuses is becoming increasingly rare. Facing the approach of the Age of Ending Law, the prospects of the dragon race are worrying.
Even the Dragon Clan couldn't help but start to reflect on themselves. Is their race defective in some way? Is it less thoughtful than other races?
Those calculations and routines hidden in the dark make the Dragon Clan feel unprecedentedly tired and helpless.
"Alas!" Ao Tingxin sighed deeply again.
The Dragon Clan can no longer afford to lose, and every failure is accelerating the decline of the race. Now, the Dragon Clan has reached the edge of having to continue gambling.
As long as they can win this time, the Dragon Clan will still have a glimmer of hope and hope of continuation! Ao Tingxin set her sights in the distance, on the young man who had high hopes.
"Agarwood, the future of the dragon clan depends on you!" She prayed silently in her heart, hoping that this time, the dragon clan could truly win and win a bright future for herself and the entire race.
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Above the heaven, the Temple of Justice stands tall.
Yang Jian was dressed in a black robe, his hands were flying on the table as fast as afterimages, and he was quickly reviewing memorials from all over the three realms. However, the memorials seemed endless, piling up like a tide.
Soon, Yang Jian had to use his magical power to deal with this mountain of official affairs with multiple clones. Even so, even his spirit immersed in practice had to be spared to help deal with it.
The number of clones is increasing, each one is busy with different memorials, and the entire temple is filled with a tense and orderly atmosphere.
As time passed, the delivery of memorials gradually slowed down until after get off work hours, but there were still a few immortals who chose to stay up late and work overtime to express their loyalty to the heaven.
Yang Jian slowly opened his closed eyes. Even with his unpredictable cultivation, he showed a trace of exhaustion that was difficult to conceal at this moment.
Concentrating power into one person can certainly make him unpredictable and do whatever he says, but it also means that he needs to personally handle countless trivial matters, large and small. This kind of fatigue is definitely not something that outsiders can experience.
At this moment, inexplicably, he felt the nostalgia for Manager Chen well up in his heart.
Recalling Manager Chen, a subordinate who was obsessed with women and handled official duties as ruthlessly as a machine, Yang Jian is still a little confused.
How did such a subordinate, who was perfect in official duties but almost useless at home, fall in love with the third sister?
Is Xiaochan's vision really so unique?
Yang Jian shook his head slightly, and then waved to the door. The roaring dog immediately lowered his head and walked into the house, calling respectfully: "Master!"
"Has Chenxiang's apprenticeship been successful?" Yang Jian asked straight to the point.
Roaring Sky Dog helplessly shook his head and replied: "No, then Sun Wukong is really determined this time. No matter how Chen Xiang kneels down for help, or verbally provokes, or even uses Zhu Bajie to try to awaken brotherhood, he will not do anything.
move.
It seems as if I have truly become a Buddha, without self or other, I have completely escaped into Buddhism, I have seen through the world of mortals, and I have let go of everything.”
Hearing this, Yang Jian raised an indifferent smile at the corner of his mouth: "You bring a thousand heavenly soldiers down to earth and surround Mount Emei. Then declare Agarwood to be an imperial prisoner of heaven. No one, whether Buddha or immortal, can protect you, not even Sun Wukong."
No exception.
Give him three months to hand over the agarwood, otherwise we will search the mountain."
"Ah?" Roaring Sky Dog was shocked when he heard this, pointing his finger at himself, with a confused look on his face.
He wants to fight Sun Wukong?
At this moment, the little yellow cat jumped out of nowhere and screamed arrogantly.
【And Ben Meow~】
When Roaring Sky Dog saw this, the anxiety in his heart instantly dissipated, and instead he felt a surge of excitement.
"Am I going to kill indiscriminately with Le Ye?" Roaring Sky Dog was secretly excited.
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Mount Emei is shrouded in clouds and mist, with its peaks and mountains.
Agarwood wandered lonely in this vast mountain range, his voice echoed in the deep forest, and from time to time he would hear a call: "Great Sage! Uncle Master! Where are you?"
Three months passed quietly like running water. During this period, Chenxiang drank dew when he was thirsty and ate fruits when he was hungry. However, no matter how hard he tried, the figure of Sun Wukong never appeared.
He couldn't help but feel confused in his heart. After such a search, when can he become a master?
The changes in his family weighed on his heart like a huge boulder: his mother was imprisoned, his father was arrested, and even his mentor was not spared. The betrayal of his friends made it worse, and the lotus lantern that carried his hope had also disappeared.
Extremely damaged.
At this moment, he seemed to be abandoned by the whole world, with nothing left but loneliness and tenacity.
Just as Chen Xiang fell into despair, a bright golden stream of light pierced the sky and fell gently and skillfully beside him. The light dissipated, revealing the fat-headed, big-eared Zhu Bajie with a charming smile.
"Master! How did you get out?" Chenxiang was filled with surprise and rushed forward.
Zhu Bajie laughed and patted Chenxiang's head gently, his face filled with confidence and pride: "Your master, who am I? I am a powerful person in Buddhism, the messenger of the Purification Altar, and the famous person under the Buddha's throne. That little
How dare you do anything to me, little Yang Jian?"
After that, he changed the topic and said to Chenxiang eagerly: "Come, I will take you to find Sun Wukong so that you can become your teacher as you wish."
A gleam of light flashed in Chen Xiang's eyes, but then dimmed again: "But, I have been wandering around Mount Emei for more than three months, and I haven't even seen his shadow."
But Zhu Bajie didn't take it seriously, waved his hand and said nonchalantly: "That's you, who am I? I'm Zhu Bajie, and I have had a relationship with that monkey for hundreds of years. Accepting an apprentice and teaching him some skills is a good idea for him.
It's just a piece of cake.
Can he still give face to this old brother like me?"
Zhu Bajie's words were like the spring breeze blowing on his face, sweeping away the gloom in Chenxiang's heart.
Then he followed his master with great expectation, and even began to paint a beautiful picture of the future in his mind: when he reaches great heights in cultivation, he will punch the heaven and kick his cruel uncle to seek justice for himself and his family.
At this moment, Chen Xiang's heart was filled with longing and hope for the future.
