Time is a wheel of light that never stops, passing through the birth and death of countless lives.
On the French Riviera, the sea breeze brings a salty smell.
Tianque Island remains the same as before.
To the east, the brilliant pale golden sunshine passes through the white clouds and shines brightly on the forest, the earth, and the mountains.
To the west, the wine-red smoky sunlight penetrated the flowing clouds, spreading into a sea of smoke in the canyons, buildings, and caves.
An island seems to be divided into two worlds.
Ten years is a long time, but here it is as short as a breath.
In these years, Tianque Island has not changed much. If it has, it should be that many mortals have unknowingly appeared on the island.
mortal,
Human race.
All of this seems to have started after that Taiyue disciple named Qingsongzi became the owner of the island.
By the way, nine years ago, there was only one sun in the sky.
The other red sun suddenly rose later.
It's just that everyone has forgotten.
Instead, we are accustomed to believe that there have been two suns in the sky from ancient times to the present, one golden and one red.
But there are very few people who have not forgotten.
Occasionally they would stare at the red sun and fall into deep thought.
The owner of Tianque Island, Qing Songzi, belongs to a very small number of people.
"The red sun falling from the sky is a harbinger of great calamity."
These eight words echoed in Chen Qingyan's heart from time to time. At this time, the "spell destiny" in his skills would flicker, as if it might disappear at any time.
He knows the reason for this situation best.
That was the string of fate that was violently plucked.
It even overturned and collapsed.
For this reason, Chen Qingyan sacrificed Luo Geng's fate, used the Yang Shen Gua, and forced the Ming Priest...
turn out,
Nothing was calculated.
This made him realize that if he hadn't witnessed the power of time, he would have habitually left "memory backups" in the practice room, and his skills would have reached the immortal level.
I'm afraid that like other people on the island, they are unaware of the appearance of the red sun and think that "the sky hangs double and remains unchanged forever".
They will also be at a loss like those fortune tellers who are worried all day long due to repeated miscalculations in fortune deduction.
The upper world has fundamentally changed without being noticed by trillions of living beings.
Great tribulation, what kind of tribulation is it?
Chen Qingyan didn't know that this was his omen.
But if a sun suddenly appears in the sky of the upper realm, then this world will probably not remain unharmed, without any changes.
In fact, he has received news from Taiyue that the lower realm connected with the Cave Heaven Spiritual Treasure and some small worlds that do not possess extraordinary power have undergone abnormal changes.
A kind of red energy that is different from aura is subtly changing the entire world. Many ordinary lives in the lower world are either evolving, declining, or changing badly. Without exception, they are all undergoing drastic changes that are difficult to control and unpredictable.
It's just that this drastic change is still happening in some inconspicuous small worlds in the lower realm, so it hasn't attracted much attention yet.
But the red energy, as well as this time, made it difficult for Chen Qingyan to associate it with the red sun high in the sky.
What if this kind of drastic change also happens in the upper world?
After having this worry, Chen Qingyan felt that it was necessary to go back to the lower world.
And this requires borrowing the power of the Cave Heaven Spiritual Treasure.
Coincidentally, the competition for quotas in Taiyue Temple is about to begin.
Just today, he will leave Tianque Island and return to Taiyue Ten Cities to make preparations.
Chen Qingyan turned around, a flash of magic power appeared on his body, and he was no longer there.
…
The main hall of Tianque Island.
A group of senior officials from Tianque Island gathered.
"It is said that the island owner discovered an immortal ruins in the deep sea some time ago?" Someone asked curiously.
"It's not a rumor."
"There may be a fairy mountain blessed land at the Immortal Site, and the island owner will be really lucky."
"That's right. If there is no blessed land, at least there are immortal weapons, elixirs and other treasures."
"As for the elixir, the island owner does have it. I was lucky enough to see a third-turn elixir."
"Tsk, tsk, third-turn elixir. Although I don't know how to make elixirs, I also know how precious it is to turn it into a third-turn elixir. I've taken a few pills of one-turn elixir, but I've never seen a second-turn elixir, let alone a third-turn elixir. Wait.
Darling, not to mention eating it, just smelling it will also extend your life."
At this moment, a group of senior executives from the island who were talking all turned to look at the high platform.
But with a flash of light, the island owner Qing Songzi appeared.
"Meet the island owner."
Everyone salutes.
Chen Qingyan nodded, his eyes passing over several human monks and landing on two Dharma Image Realm monks with calm faces.
These two people were the previous owners of Tianque Island.
But now he is under Chen Qingyan.
He is also the tribe with the highest cultivation level and the strongest strength under his command.
"The temple is about to open, I need to go back to Shacheng."
He paused and continued:
"If this trip goes well, it will take many years before I can come back. When I'm not around, everything on the island will remain as usual."
His arrival seemed to be just an insignificant announcement.
After saying that, the light flashed and disappeared from everyone's eyes.
In the main hall, everyone looked at each other and were speechless for a long time.
"Island Master, you are so... chic!"
"Haha, this is what people of my generation should do. By the way, which one of you will host the Red Crow Festival in seven days..."
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Half a month later.
Outside the towering Zisha City, a beam of light shot towards the sky.
"Um?"
Wan Mao, who was riding a spiritual beast and also flying towards Zisha City, suddenly turned around and looked at Dun Guang, who was closing the distance at extremely fast speeds, his expression gradually became serious.
"Another strange monk. Sure enough! The battle for temple quotas is about to be held, and some troublesome guys who know and don't know are back!"
Seeing that the opponent was about to surpass him, Wan Mao suddenly felt something in his heart, and the hand that had been placed on his knee shook slightly.
Suddenly.
A metal wire dozens of times smaller than a hair was shot out quietly at an imperceptible speed, forming an invisible spider web behind it along the path that the light must pass through.
"Hey, I didn't even say hello, I'll teach you a lesson."
Wan Maocai sneered in his heart.
His Spider-Killing Web is made from Taiyuan's immersed copper and has been refined and cultivated for more than six hundred years. Even if it is used in person, it will be difficult for ordinary Tiangang to detect it.
Although the other party is likely to be a disciple of Zisha City just like me, there are only a few places in Taiyue Temple. Not to mention disciples from the same city, even fellow disciples have to fight to the death.
However, what Wan Maocai didn't expect was that after he laid the spider web, the opponent directly used a magic sword and slashed through the air.
Boom.
Like thunder exploding in your ears.
Wan Maocai felt pain in his heart and violently vomited out blood. The spirit beast beneath him whined and threw him away.
“Don’t overestimate your own capabilities.”
A cold word followed the wind and penetrated into Wan Maocai's heart. His spirit was stung like a needle, and his soul felt as uncomfortable as being burned.