Tang Yan then rushed to the Luoyue Mountains and saw Langya again.
"After checking it out, this ancient road is actually the time coordinate left by the martyrs. It is used to guide their activities in the long river of time. The reason why he can understand the time martial arts is related to the energy generated by this coordinate."
"The ones from the Forsaken War Realm, too?"
"They move in time, and they can look back into history, and they can also look into the future." Langya's ambiguous words are actually equivalent to acknowledging the existence there.
"Will transferring them into hell have any impact on those ancestors?" Tang Yan didn't understand the concepts of time and space, and couldn't figure out whether those ancestors were dead or alive.
"They are actually dead long ago. Due to their mission, they have always had their minds traveling back and forth in time. Now their mission is over. After seeing them in the Forgotten War Realm, their last thoughts are no longer there, leaving the coordinates
It doesn’t make much sense. It is a coordinate and a weapon. If you transfer it to hell, and then transfer the area left behind in the war world to hell, if you put the two together, it will definitely become a unique and vicious tomb."
"Is the Netherworld White Crow still in there?"
"There are almost three thousand in number. They live there all year round. Their blood is infected with part of the power of time, and they can be used as guards of the evil tomb."
Without saying a word, Tang Yan directly activated the power of hell, turning all the mountains within tens of miles of the ancient road into hell. The violent changes shocked the Luoyue Mountains, attracting countless explorers to move here quickly, and also triggered countless
The monsters fled in panic.
When thousands of star killers and explorers swarmed in, what appeared in front of them was a giant pit that stretched for tens of kilometers and was thousands of meters deep. The hard strata could almost be seen below.
People were unaware of the situation and started talking about it, gradually naming it "Tiankeng".
Tang Yan then visited the Pure Land, and as a disciple of Du Kong, he prayed for the two million monks who died in the battle, and sat there for seven days and seven nights. After confirming that Xu Yan had no special circumstances, he left the Pure Land and visited the Valley of the Wicked and Zhulu Academy.
After everything he had to do was done, he returned to Emperor Wu City. He insisted on going out for activities, but actually he wanted to avoid the limelight, for fear that Qi Lufu would help him create people again.
He stood on the top of the highest palace in the palace, looking at the busy figures inside and outside the palace, and looking at the proud and enthusiastic faces. He suddenly felt a sense of 'strangeness', as if the distance between them was infinite.
Zooming out, mundane life and emotions suddenly become unfamiliar.
It's like growing up suddenly. Looking at the common people is like looking at a young child. The joy and emotion no longer exist and are far away.
I felt ready to become an emperor before, but suddenly I felt... hesitant...
It’s not just as simple as ‘unending’, but a nostalgia that is about to leave this world.
In the eyes of outsiders, becoming an emperor is close to becoming a god, becoming a god who dominates the common people, and becoming the supreme person who controls hundreds of millions of territories. However, at this moment, Tang Yan suddenly felt lonely on the road to the emperor. It was vast but empty.
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He also finally understood why the human race would have a worldly calamity, because before becoming an emperor, there would really be all kinds of complicated emotions, and if they were not cut off, they would definitely cause endless trouble.
"Do I want to go through the mortal world again?" Tang Yan was silently in a daze.
The calamity of the mortal world means reliving the seven emotions and six desires, but also means cruelly cutting them off.
This means that he will become strangers to Niya, Zhaoyi, and all his lovers.
This means that he wants to turn Zhao Zimo, Du Yang and others into subordinates instead of friends.
It means that he has to abandon 'human nature' and 'human feelings', put away his smile and emotions, treat everyone with a cold face, and accept gifts from 'mortals' with a cold and natural attitude.
The emperor is high, revered by everyone, and everyone competes for him.
The emperor, after all, is a person who is "cold at high places".
"What's wrong with me? I've always been sentimental lately." Tang Yan stood on the top of the palace, looking beyond the prosperous ancient city to the distant, desolate but magnificent external mountains.
He suddenly felt funny. After all, becoming an emperor was the path he wanted to pursue. Becoming an emperor was also a brand new field and a brand new battlefield!
It seems that I still have a lot of things to deal with. Even if I don't have to go through the mortal world, I still have to do what I need to do before becoming an emperor, otherwise I will leave eternal regrets.
"Brother, is the scenery good here?" A soft voice came from behind.
Tang Yan's depressed mood immediately disappeared. He sat down and patted the beam beside him: "Come, let's watch the scenery with my brother."
Mu Rou came to Tang Yan, stroked her dress, and sat on the top of the hall, leaning against Tang Yan tenderly.
Tang Yan tilted his head and looked at her, then picked her up and put her whole body in his arms.
Mu Rou shook her feet, hugged Tang Yan tightly, and smiled sweetly: "Brother is going to become the emperor."
"Why are you so happy?" Tang Yan scratched the tip of her smooth nose.
"Happy." Mu Rou hugged Tang Yan tightly again, her heart was sweet, her smile was sweet, and her holy and pure breath became more ethereal and fresh.
She has been very happy recently. In fact, she did not become emperor for Tang Yan, but became a saint for herself.
She used to always hope to help Tang Yan, but as a result, Tang Yan grew up too fast, and the challenges and environment he faced became more and more dangerous every time. She kept trying to grow, but she could never catch up with Tang Yan, and she couldn't do anything for him.
Whatever he did, it was placed there like a vase.
Mu Rou always had a sense of inferiority in her heart before. She could neither advise Tang Yan like Niya, nor was she as gentle and charming as Zhaoyi. Maybe she felt a little redundant, if it weren't for the way Tang Yan looked at her every time.
She was so full of love and pampering that she didn't even dare to stay by Tang Yan's side anymore.
It's fine now, hehe, I'm a saint.
Mu Rou now has the playful energy of a child who gets a toy. She doesn't want to become an emperor, which is a fantasy. Just becoming a saint can help a lot of things. She also has the courage to hug Tang Yan.
Feels great.
Tang Yan didn't know why Mu Rou was so silly, but he liked her youthful and lively spirit very much.
"Brother, what will it be like for you to become a queen?" Mu Rou tilted her head and looked at him.
"Am I going to change my appearance?"
"I see that every time the emperor appears, there are lightning, thunder, and brilliance. Can you still hold me like this in the future?" Mu Rou looked at him seriously. It was a bit of a silly question, but it had troubled her a little recently.
Tang Yan couldn't laugh or cry: "What are you thinking in your little head? Both realm and momentum can be controlled. When we were young, we used to see saints and feel that they could call the wind and rain at every turn."
"That's good." Mu Rou hugged Tang Yan tightly again.
Tang Yan lowered his head and looked at Mu Rou. He didn't expect that the little girl would be happy sometimes. Her dewy look made him feel a little itchy, and the sentimental worries just now were forgotten.
Mu Rou was sweetly smiling when suddenly she felt an extra hand inside the dress. She squeezed open the skirt and slipped into her delicate long legs, moving up bit by bit. Mu Rou blushed with embarrassment, and her body slowly softened against Tang Yan.
In her arms, she was shy and exhaled, her plump chest rising and falling slightly.
Tang Yan originally wanted to tease her, but the way Mu Rou wanted to resist but still greeted her immediately ignited his passion. Anyone holding a fairy-like Huaichun Saint in his arms would not be able to hold back, and his lower body quickly reacted.
Mu Rou was coy and emotional, but the cold and hard heat under her butt made her wake up immediately and looked around in a panic: "Brother, we can't do it here."
"Where can I go?" Tang Yan teased the little girl, and suddenly remembered that he had not been gentle with her for a long time. The more he thought about it, the more passionate he became. He couldn't help but lift up his shirt with his other hand, reached into the plump breasts, and kissed her.
The small mouth on her red lips sucked the dexterous snake head fiercely.
The little girl has Rou in her name, and her body is even more tender, as if she were made of water, which makes people fall in love with her.
Mu Rou was quickly conquered by Tang Yan's hands. She was panting and had a peach blossom face, but her last remaining consciousness was still twitching.
"Do you want a child?" Tang Yan blew hot air between her ears.
"Ugh." Mu Rou melted completely and hugged Tang Yan tightly.
Tang Yan picked up Mu Rou and rushed into the deep courtyard of the inner palace, slamming the door shut, and had a hearty and passionate battle. (Ten thousand words are omitted here)
For a long time, after Mu Rou's suppressed yet joyful voice was released, the room slowly fell into silence, but the hot temperature did not dissipate for a long time.
Mu Rou lay in Tang Yan's arms, her whole body was obviously limp and she had no strength, but she still hugged Tang Yan tightly.
Tang Yan was gently helping her with her hair, but Mu Rou suddenly said, "Brother, when did you take sister Alinda in?"