The first thousand and sixty-nine chapters come to burn incense
Zhong Zihao was overjoyed that the sword spirit that had been conceived for more than two hundred years finally woke up. Naturally, he had no intention of staying in the sea of fog and immediately withdrew from it.
"Sword Spirit, can you hear my voice?"
Zhong Zihao held the God-Destroying Sword in both hands and tried to communicate with the wisdom in the sword body with his mind, his face full of anticipation.
"Sword Spirit?"
A child-like voice sounded in his mind. It sounded timid and not very fluent: "Is this my name?"
"If you don't like it, I can give you another name." Zhong Zihao was startled. Is this what Sword Spirit is interested in?
"This name is very nice, Master, I like it very much!" Sword Spirit replied immediately without any hesitation.
“As long as you like it!”
Zhong Zihao asked tentatively: "Sword Spirit, how long have you been awake? Do you remember how you woke up?"
"wake?"
The sword spirit was stunned for a moment and thought for a while before replying: "It has been a long, long time since I woke up. I felt that I was too bored by myself, so I tried to contact the master, but I tried many times and couldn't sense it.
Owner."
"I sensed the master's aura not long ago, but you were in retreat at that time, and I never dared to disturb the master."
Zhong Zihao frowned slightly. The sword spirit should have woken up during the hundred years of his slumber, so its promotion to the peak ancestor weapon was obviously related to the leap-forward growth of spiritual intelligence.
In this way, it can be regarded as the credit of Chaos Pearl.
The more he thought about it, the more confused he became. The Chaos Bead not only repaired his broken body, replenished his longevity, greatly improved his cultivation level, and even helped the weapon spirit revive.
What secret does the Chaos Orb hide?
Also, what do the experiences in dreams from one life to the next represent? Why can things learned in dreams be helpful to oneself in reality?
But he also knew that these could only be slowly solved after his cultivation progressed further.
In any case, now he no longer knows anything about the Chaos Beads, and has some vague guesses.
Zhong Zihao let go of his thoughts, appeased the weapon spirit, and turned around resolutely to rush out. The walk was relatively slow, and it took him nearly an hour to reach the area where a large number of star fragments were floating.
"As long as that old boy Kong Yubai doesn't leave the cosmic sea, he will most likely be hiding in a certain star fragment."
Zhong Zihao's majestic soul power swept out and said to himself: "Let me look carefully, this must be a hidden space."
If it were him a hundred years ago, it would have been extremely difficult to find the inner space among these star fragments. However, now, he has even begun to understand the origin of space power, which is different from what it was back then.
Therefore, Zhong Zihao is confident that he will be able to find Kong Yubai if he spends enough time.
…
This is a mustard space with extremely rich energy fluctuations, and all kinds of life forms can survive here.
Similar spaces are extremely difficult to find in the Taixu Realm. Almost all of them are handed down from ancient times. Since the death of the Lord of Space, the order of the space was disordered. It has been quite difficult for later generations to refine living spaces.
At this moment, a thin young man in a blue robe was leaning against a pool of water, staring blankly at a statue not far away.
If you look closely, you will see that what is behind him is not an ordinary pool. There are extremely terrifying soul power fluctuations in it. The pool is filled with mist and bubbling water is bubbling.
However, the fluctuations of soul power in this pool are different from the soul power pool in the Taichu Realm. This terrifyingly pure soul power is not refined by extracting the souls of countless powerful people. Instead, it seems to be drawn from the same sea of consciousness.
was born.
If a powerful person from the Taixu Realm were to learn about this scene, they would be extremely shocked. Who can create a pool of semi-liquefied soul power on their own?
Looking at the statue where the blue-robed young man's eyes are focused, the sculpture is of a burly old man. However, the old man gives the impression that he is like a god from the sky, looking down upon the world.
Even if it is just a statue, there is a vast power slowly fluctuating, and his gaze gives people the feeling of overlooking all living beings.
The statue is majestic and lifelike, but it cannot be compared with the stone statues Zhong Zihao saw in the Space God's Court.
It's normal that they can't compare. After all, those stone statues are not real stone statues, but flesh and blood bodies. They are the two powerful men of the divine court who have never died in the ancient times.
In addition, there are other stone statues standing on both sides of this stone statue. Their momentum is also appalling, but compared with the stone statue in the center, they are obviously not as powerful.
"Master, my disciple is incompetent!"
Suddenly, the young man in blue robe seemed to teleport to the stone statue in the middle, knelt on the ground with his legs, and roared.
"My disciple, your cultivation has been in vain. I have spent a hundred thousand years, but I can't even find a successor for you. How can I avenge you except hiding in the holy land of the Immortal Palace and lingering?"
"Not only can my disciple be unable to break through to the realm of the God King, but he has not even been able to recover his strength back then. Now, his faith has been wiped out bit by bit. Tell me, what should I do?"
After a long time, there was no reply from the stone statue. The young man in blue robe did not give up and moved to a nearby stone statue: "Brother, Master is angry and he ignores me. You have always taken good care of me, please answer me."
A stone statue is still a stone statue after all. Even if the blue-robed young man's cry could move the world, it would not answer his question.
After another half a day, the young man in blue robe finally gave up completely and slowly crawled back to the pool, lost in thought.
I don't know how much time passed, but his vision gradually became clear.
"No, I can't give up. I am the only person who has survived in the Divine Court of Life. If even I give up, who will avenge my master, senior brother and countless dead brothers?"
The blue-robed young man's eyes had just become bright, but soon dimmed again: "Unfortunately, the successor to the Immortal God King requires not only outstanding talent and extraordinary mental state, but also ridiculously high requirements for soul power."
"Over the years, I have brought many of the proud sons of Heaven to this place, but they have all fallen in the process of accepting the inheritance."
"However, there is another person who I haven't tried yet. Unfortunately, that kid is unwilling to accept Master's inheritance. Do I need to find him again and try harder?"
"When I left back then, I clearly said I would only wait a hundred years, but now the hundred years have long gone. If I ask him again, I'm afraid I will be laughed at by that little bastard."
"Forget it, for the sake of the great cause of the Immortal Palace, so what if I give up this old face? Anyway, I have been living with my tail between my legs for these years, and I have already tasted all the warmth and coldness of human kindness."
The young man in blue robe had just made up his mind when suddenly an erratic voice came: "Kong Yubai, Kong Liang, are you dead? I'm here to burn incense for you!"