In the Qingdi Hall, Taishi Futian stared at the sky.
That crack in the sky, like darkness, stands in the world.
"Futian!"
Suddenly the sound of heaven came into my ears, but the Futian of Taishi did not move at all.
"The road to great tribulation is about to begin again!"
"I have already felt the breath of the divine world, and I am about to penetrate it!"
"I have notified all the five great emperors and the three great imperial clans!"
That is the voice of Xu Wushang, from this era, the supreme heaven, Xu Wushang.
Taishi Futian slowly withdrew his gaze and said, "The Lord of the Five Courts is already making preparations!"
"Seven Forbidden Lands, the Great Ancient Emperor!" Xu Wushang's voice sounded again.
"The only ones who agreed are the five Fourth Emperors!"
"Being in the Fourth Emperor Realm, there is no need to get out of it."
Taishi Futian withdrew his gaze and said, "When the catastrophe begins again, everyone in the Qingdi Palace will fight with their own troops. You don't have to worry!"
"If you win, you win, if you lose..." Taishi Futian's eyes were deep, and there was even an unsteady aura around him.
There is no sound between heaven and earth.
At this moment, a voice sounded from down the mountain.
"Sister Futian!" A girl, slim and graceful, about sixteen years old, walked slowly from the foot of the mountain.
Wearing a snow-white skirt, with a sapphire hanging on her waist.
Her black hair is like a waterfall, and two strands of hair on the temples are gently swaying on the side of her face.
Those pair of eyes were even more like clear springs surging.
Taishi Futian turned around, looked at the girl, and chuckled, "Lan'er, why are you here?"
Qin Qinglan put her hands behind her back and said with a smile: "Come on, Sister Futian!"
Taishi Futian's indifferent face had a rare smile that came from the heart.
"You don't go to the Three Treasures Hall for anything. You are not my sister's little cotton-padded jacket." Taishi Futian lowered his head and said with a smile: "Tell me, what's the matter!?"
Qin Qinglan's face seemed a little embarrassed. She lightly kicked the ground with her foot, her voice was almost inaudible, "I want to enter a great disaster!"
Taishi Futian's eyes were slightly startled, and immediately her face turned cold.
"no!"
Qin Qinglan suddenly raised her head, with some anxiety in her eyes, "Sister Futian, Qinglan has become the emperor, why can't she enter the Great Tribulation!?"
Taishi Futian took a deep breath, and her tone was as gentle as possible, "Lan'er, you and I both know the dangers involved!"
"Yes, you have become an emperor and you should not be protected by me or your master's shadow!"
"But you have to understand that if you want to fall into a catastrophe, I'm not the only one who disagrees!"
"Ask your mother, ask your Aunt Wushuang, Aunt Qinglian, ask your brother Qin Hao!"
"Who would agree!?"
These words made Qin Qinglan's face gradually turn pale.
She bit her lower lip lightly, struggling even more in her eyes.
How could she not understand what Taishi Futian said?
She has experienced the first great catastrophe and is even more aware of the dangers of that great catastrophe.
Even Master Heaven...
"Lan'er, I don't need to persuade you, you have more important things to do!"
"In the fairy world, many creatures are weak and need someone to watch over them. No one is more suitable than you!"
"Under the great catastrophe, will An's eggs be intact?"
"Neither you nor I can avoid the catastrophe, we have already fallen into it!"
"It's just that you are under the rift in the sky, and Sister Futian is inside the rift in the sky!"
Taishi Futian approached and gently stroked Qin Qinglan's hair, "Don't make things difficult for everyone. Maybe your original intention is right, but no one can take care of you during the catastrophe!"
"If your father knew about it, everyone would suffer for it!"
"Your father was cut off from this catastrophe, but the fact that this catastrophe has not completely resolved proves that even your father is helpless!"
Qin Qinglan was a little reluctant, but every word Taishi Futian said was so reasonable.
She wanted to refute, but couldn't.
"Go, there are still living beings in the Hundred Thousand Immortal City in the Central Region. That's because your father fought to the death to protect you. Your responsibility may not be inferior to mine!"
"Sometimes, it doesn't mean fighting in blood, but it means glory!"
Taishi Futian smiled, "If you are still unwilling, go to your Aunt Wushuang, she will let you give up this idea."
Qin Qinglan struggled, and finally, she nodded reluctantly, turned around and walked down the mountain.
After Qin Qinglan left completely, Taishi Futian's eyes regained a sense of calm.
"Now that we are here, why bother to cover it up!?" Taishi Futian raised his eyes slightly and saw a figure on the sky that did not know when it appeared, but it blended with the heaven and earth.
A man wore a white robe to cover his body, with a purple acacia knot hanging quietly around his waist.
There are silver lines on the gray shoes and red ribbons on the bun.
Qin Hao's red eyes reflected Taishi Futian's appearance, "Qinglan is here, if I go out, I will inevitably worry about her!"
Qin Hao's voice was cold and fell slowly from the air.
Taishi Futian looked at Qin Hao and frowned slightly. She seemed to know that since Qin Hao came, it was no small matter.
The most important thing is that Qin Hao's matter is different from Qin Qinglan's. He will never change because of other people's words.
In this regard, he is quite similar to Qin Xuan.
Even Jun Wushuang could not change Qin Hao's mind.
"Say it!" Taishi Futian sighed, "Don't make it too difficult for me. For some things, once is enough!"
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On the Immortal Emperor Mountain, it seems that he is in retreat.
Suddenly, her eyes opened and she noticed the trace outside the courtyard.
There was a faint smile on Jun Wushuang's charming face, and he immediately dispersed the formation and walked out of the courtyard.
As the emperor's main palace, the place she lives in is also simple. It seems to be modeled after the small courtyard in Longchi Mountain in the past.
"Lan'er, why are you here?"
Jun Wushuang looked at Qin Qinglan who was in front of the door, wondering if he had knocked on the door.
"Aunt Wushuang!" Qin Qinglan was startled, looking at Jun Wushuang who had already opened the courtyard door and walked into the courtyard, wearing a long white dress.
"It's nothing. I want to enter the catastrophe, but Sister Futian won't let me." Qin Qinglan sighed, "Sister Futian, you want me to guard the Hundred Thousand Immortal City in the Central Region!"
"Isn't that just right?" Jun Wushuang said with a smile, and with a move of her hand, a tea cup came out.
"A catastrophe is not a child's play. Your brother is stubborn. I can't explain it. But if your father were here, your brother would still be obedient!"
"Everyone has his own way. You and Hao'er are different, but there is no harm in listening to some words!"
Jun Wushuang's words made Qin Qinglan even more helpless.
She had already expected that Jun Wushuang would not allow her to enter the catastrophe.
"Eh!?" At this moment, Jun Wushuang raised his eyes and looked outside the courtyard, "I don't know what kind of wind is blowing today, and even you are here!?"
Outside the courtyard, I saw a woman dressed in red, with evil eyes in her eyes, approaching slowly.
The evil spirit in her eyes was still shocking, but it was much gentler than before.
Mo Qinglian looked at Qin Qinglan and Jun Wushuang, and smiled lightly, "The great calamity is about to begin again, so we won't travel anymore!"
"He Yun and Tu Xian are both coming back soon!"
"Xiao Wu...she is still in the underworld. She is guarding that place. Unless the catastrophe really begins, we should not be able to see her."
Mo Qinglian took a gentle breath, "It must have been thirty years since the road to the Crack in the Sky was cut off, right?"
"Thirty-nine years and seven months!" Jun Wushuang replied slowly, "It should be a hundred years since you and I entered the immortal world!"
Mo Qinglian was slightly startled, and she raised her eyes slightly.
A hundred years in the immortal world, a thousand years in the world of cultivation.
"I'm almost two thousand years old?" Mo Qinglian fluttered her sleeves, gathered water into a mirror, looked at the still cool and proud figure and face in it, and gently rubbed her chin, "I can't come out!"