After hearing her words, Mu Yi was silent, but Mo Ruyan slowly regained her youth under his gaze. At the same time, a Tao seed was condensed out of thin air and integrated into her body, which immediately caused her cultivation to skyrocket.
Soon, he reached the point of perfection, and it seemed that with just a little effort, he could push open the door and enter the realm of kings.
But at this moment, the surge also stopped.
"I have been there." Mu Yi finally responded, but he said he had been there, not going. The two were completely different.
"Okay, I understand, I will take a good look at the places you have been." After saying this, Mo Ruyan closed his eyes, as if he did not want to pay attention to Mu Yi anymore, but the closed eye sockets were already filled with
Tears.
"You are indeed alive." At this time, another voice sounded, it was Qiu Yuezhen. Her strength had already been condensed into Tao seeds, so her appearance did not change much, but her temperament became colder.
Shi Qingyu, who had walked out of the ancient Yellow River Road, was standing with her and looking at Mu Yi with curious eyes.
In Mu Yi's eyes, it was everyone, but in their eyes, there was only Mu Yi.
"Is it important?" Mu Yi asked.
"It's important. As long as you're not dead, that's fine." Qiu Yueyue nodded lightly.
"Take care." Mu Yi was silent and then said.
One voice after another sounded, and Mu Yi's silence became longer and longer. On Funiu Mountain, Ji Yuan and others were already kneeling on the ground, even Su Yun was no exception.
"The third saint of the human race!"
This is their new understanding of Mu Yi, but there is no doubt that being given this name is enough to illustrate Mu Yi's status in the human race.
"Everyone, take care."
After Mu Yi finished speaking, cracks continued to open in front of those figures, swallowing them up. With each figure disappearing, the expression on Mu Yi's face became indifferent, as if he was cutting something away.
Finally, the light curtain disappeared, leaving only a few people in Funiu Mountain.
"It's time for you to leave," Mu Yi said.
"Third Holy Lord, your creation is so great that you can resurrect even the dead, so why can't you resurrect yourself?" The old man in the resting place couldn't help but ask.
"The reason why I can resurrect them is because they have contributed to the human race and their souls are still in their bodies, so what I resurrect is only their bodies. As for myself, I am not in this category." Mu Yi said calmly.
After hearing Mu Yi's words, even Ji Yuan and Leng Yu had sad expressions on their faces.
"It doesn't have to be like this. Even though I die in this life, I may not have a chance to come back in the future." Mu Yi suddenly said.
"When will the Holy Lord return?" Ji Yuan couldn't help but ask.
"If the two realms of Yin and Yang can be united, maybe it will be when I return." Mu Yi said. This was a sudden realization he had before, but it was just one of countless possibilities in the future. Maybe at that time
He can really come back, maybe it will just be a mirror image.
"We believe that the Holy Lord will definitely return one day." The old man at the resting place said solemnly.
"Maybe." After Mu Yi said that, the front of his eyes suddenly opened, and endless darkness swallowed up several people.
At this point, Funiu Mountain regained its calm, and only Mu Yi and Su Yun were left on the top of the mountain. Mu Yi was also aging again at this time. When he sat down on the chair, his hair was all white, even whiter than before.
He's more than ten years older.
"Grandpa Mu." Su Yun's eyes turned red and his expression was sad.
"Why are you so childish? It's just birth, old age, illness and death. Who can get rid of this fate?" Mu Yi shook his head, with a kind of indifference in his eyes, obviously he had really seen through life and death.
"But you are so powerful, can't you live forever?" Su Yun couldn't help but ask.
"Maybe, maybe not, who knows?" Mu Yi smiled slightly and continued: "Su Yun, do you know why I gave you this name?"
"I don't know." Su Yun shook his head. His name was given by Mu Yi, and he was the only one in the Su family who envied him. However, he didn't understand the meaning of his name.
"Because you carry part of the human race's destiny." Mu Yi said calmly.
"The luck of the human race?" Su Yun was stunned and looked at Mu Yi with some confusion.
"You don't need to know so much now. After you come down the mountain this time, tell your grandfather that I allow you to leave. I hope you won't live up to the luck you are carrying," Mu Yi said.
Originally, Su Yun should have been very happy because he could leave after all, but after what he had seen before, he suddenly lost interest.
"Go for it!"
At this time, Mu Yi gently pointed at Su Yun's eyebrows. The latter was stunned for a moment. A trace of confusion first flashed in his eyes, but then he showed an expression of ecstasy.
"Grandpa Mu, did you really agree to let me leave?"
"Yes." Mu Yi nodded.
"Thank you, Grandpa Mu, I knew you were the best." Su Yun shouted, then after thanking him, he ran down the mountain.
But the moment he left Funiu Mountain, Su Yun suddenly stopped and looked back. He felt vaguely that he seemed to have forgotten something very important.
But soon, the joy of being able to leave Funiu Town diluted this, and he hurried back home.
With Mu Yi's permission, he believed that his grandfather would not be able to object. With this trip, he would definitely fulfill his ideals and help China.
The moment Su Yun came down the mountain, the world in the world suddenly became chaotic.
In the underworld, since the five days and five nights of blood rain, all living beings have understood that five more of the seven great emperors who have just returned have fallen. Every living being feels panic and uneasiness.
Moreover, the underworld that was originally plunged into darkness suddenly lit up again after the blood rain. The new sun and moon stretched across the depths of the sky, but they were no longer the dharma forms transformed by the Nether Emperor and Queen Houtu, but the spontaneous creation of the underworld.
Variety.
For the human race, the Fire Plan has been implemented, and the remaining human races have dispersed. However, the nine giant cities are still there, and several saints are sitting in their respective positions, seemingly waiting for the final fate to come.
On this day, Holy Master Xuanyuan suddenly had a whim and disappeared in the retreat place.
"Leng Yu?" When Saint Xuanyuan appeared in the hinterland of the human race and looked at the figure emerging from the crack, he was stunned. Although reincarnation in the underworld was only part of his thoughts, it did not mean that he had no memory of the underworld.
That's why he was so surprised after seeing Leng Yu. After all, with Leng Yu's strength, it was impossible for him to come to the underworld.
"Gang leader?"
Leng Yu didn't expect that she would hear someone calling her just after she escaped from the darkness. When she saw the other person's appearance clearly, she was stunned.
