King Ksitigarbha stretched out his palms, and for a moment, the space shook slightly.
Then, Meng Yurou's soul floated out from the ancient coffin, and her soul body gradually shrank, and finally became like a villain, and was sent into the hands of Mo Wangchen by King Ksitigarbha.
"Buzz..."
In the palm of Mo Wangchen's hand, the special Dao pattern glowed faintly, and then he took Meng Yurou's soul into it.
"You still have the identity of the Underworld Envoy. I won't take it back. Go ahead and find her body, then you can return her soul to the original body." King Ksitigarbha said.
Then he waved his big hand in the void, and in an instant, an illusory door appeared in front of Mo Wangchen.
Mo Wangchen glanced at the Dao pattern in his palm, and he could feel Meng Yurou's breath flowing inside it. He had spent nine hundred years in nine different worlds.
Now, it finally paid off!
He took a deep breath, and then he bowed his hands towards Ksitigarbha. After doing all this, he no longer hesitated, walked towards the virtual door in front of him, stepped in, and completely disappeared into the ancient palace.
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"Buzz..."
There was a flash in front of his eyes, and when Mo Wangchen's sight was restored again, he looked around and found that at this moment, he appeared out of thin air in an ancient city.
The people coming and going in the city are all extraordinary, they are all masters of cultivation.
Emperor realm experts are not uncommon, and what surprised Mo Wangchen was that almost one-third of the cultivators in the city had reached the Void Immortal realm or above.
This sight must be said to be truly surprising.
Back in the day, before Mo Wangchen left, Daluo Heaven was a place full of powerful people.
But it is absolutely impossible for it to be so powerful.
Mo Wangchen stood where he was. He could clearly feel that although the laws of the world now had some changes from when he left, he was extremely sure that he was really back.
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After nine hundred years of absence, Mo Wangchen had an indescribable mood when he came back again. He was filled with emotions.
Nine hundred years, for most cultivators, is only a snap of the fingers, but it is enough to change many things.
Yunming Tower is the most prosperous restaurant in the city. The business is very good and the people who come and go are all good.
Mo Wangchen came to Yunming Tower. He had been away for nine hundred years. He didn't know what the Daluo Heaven Realm had developed into now.
What happened to the friends or enemies of the past?
He needs to understand these situations clearly first, and it just so happens that a place like a restaurant is a good place to find out information.
The entire Yunming Building is divided into three floors. I heard that there is a kind of fine wine here. Drinking it can make people feel like they are burning with desire, which is of great benefit to their cultivation.
However, this kind of wine is extremely precious and most people cannot afford to drink it.
Mo Wangchen came to a seat by the window on the third floor. The fairy stone was just a number to him. He could afford to drink even the most precious wine.
"Crack!"
He directly threw a storage bag with countless immortal stones on the table and said, "First give me a pot of purple frost brew."
"Okay, sir, you arrived just in time. The quantity of purple frost brewed wine sold in our store every day is limited, only a hundred copies. It just so happens that the pot you ordered is the last one today."
After checking Mo Wangchen's storage bag, the receptionist said respectfully, then turned and left.
I have to say that Zishuangniang is indeed a good wine. No wonder the business of Yunminglou is so good. Even a person like Mo Wangchen who rarely drinks can't help but want to drink a second cup after drinking one glass.
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"Nine hundred years is just a snap of the fingers. I didn't expect that nine hundred years later, Daluo Heaven would already be as prosperous as it is today."
"Nine hundred years ago, a vision from heaven caused some changes in the laws of the world. Since then, the progress of people's cultivation has become much simpler."
Mo Wangchen was drinking alone and heard many people talking.
He learned that not long after he left, a major event happened in Daluo Heaven, and the laws of the entire world changed subtly overnight.
That night, many people inexplicably achieved breakthroughs in their cultivation. Even some people who were trapped in a certain realm and struggled to make progress also achieved breakthroughs.
Moreover, since that time, it seems that it has become much easier for people to understand the laws. In short, because of that heavenly vision, the overall strength of the current Daluo Heaven Realm has been greatly improved.
"It's a pity that it's really difficult for people to become gods if they don't achieve divine status."
"Yes, those proud men who were invincible to their contemporaries nine hundred years ago have now grown up. For example, the Qing Emperor, the Tianlong Emperor, and others have all entered the realm of demigods. Many masters of the older generation have grown up.
In front of them, it has long been eclipsed."
"Times have changed. Talents have emerged from generation to generation. In the past, Emperor Xuan Sheng Emperor was beheaded and his son took his place. Now he has become an unrivaled figure in a martial alliance. Looking at the world today, those powerful Saint Emperors
If we don’t come out, I’m afraid there won’t be many people who can compete with Emperor Xuanwu, right?”
When he heard this, Mo Wangchen couldn't help but feel shocked. Emperor Xuan Sheng was actually dead?
What happened in the nine hundred years since I left?
Today's Emperor Xuan's son has inherited the throne and is respected by the world as Emperor Xuanwu, not Emperor Xuansheng.
Because he has not been able to step into the realm of the ancient gods, he cannot bear the name of the Holy Emperor.
"The Qing Emperor, the Xuanwu Emperor, the Heavenly Dragon Emperor, and several other geniuses, such as the Heavenly Dragon Divine Body Jiang Chen, and the Flame Phoenix Saint Feng Qing, were all proud men who were once famous all over the world. Now they have all grown up. These nine
Over the past hundred years, they have been able to defeat all the invincible opponents of their generation."
"I wonder if you have heard that on the Shenyu Mountain, in the Lingxiao Temple, someone once saw a miracle manifesting there. Everyone speculates that someone has obtained the godhead."
"Nine hundred years ago, Lingxiao Temple threatened to create gods. Could it be that they succeeded?"
"In the past, Saint Son of Love was defeated, and later he was accepted as a successor by Lingxiao Temple and obtained the resources to create gods. If someone really saw the miracle manifesting, it might be related to Saint Son of Love."
"Talking about this matter, I can't help but think of the man in the past who stood alone against the thirteen emperors of the ancient clan."
"It's been nine hundred years... If you didn't tell me, I would have almost forgotten about him. This man is so talented. Unfortunately, his whereabouts are unknown now. He once single-handedly challenged all the great saint emperors and ancient martial arts families in the Xuanwu League.
, he beheaded all the saint sons in succession, and finally blocked him outside the gate of Emperor Xuan Palace, but no one in Emperor Emperor Palace dared to touch him."
Many people couldn't help sighing during the discussion, and seemed to have endless emotions.
"Master, who is that person you are talking about?"
A little girl of twelve or thirteen years old, with doubts on her face, couldn't help but ask an old man beside her.