783, enter the realm of gods, and live your whole life under the misty rain
Han Muye waited for three months in Ziyang City, and finally the first batch of Wanhe Dan was released.
At this time, Ziyang City already had hundreds of strong men from major cities from all over the world who had quietly arrived.
Each of them is at least at the peak of the god level and half a step to the cosmic level.
There are also several people whose cultivation has surpassed the void bearing in this area, and they clearly came from the divine realm.
These are all strong men that Xu Ziyang is familiar with.
They sent various elixirs and stayed in Ziyang City to reminisce with Xu Ziyang.
Although Xu Ziyang did not introduce Han Muye's other identities, Han Muye had been refining weapons these days, and he and Xu Ziyang were studying alchemy, and they were even on par with each other.
These methods make the powerful people coming from all sides shine.
Master Han's name spread quietly.
Grand Master Muyue and Lu Zixu can also attend gatherings from time to time.
Grand Master Muyue was a little better, he was also a strong man back then, but if Lu Zixu wasn't a member of the Seven Families of God's Domain, he might not even be qualified to be looked at by the strong men present.
This originally proud descendant of the elite of the Divine Realm was completely reduced to a handyman in Ziyang City.
Fortunately, Han Muye took action and released the souls of several god-level practitioners who had followed Lu Zixu from the Ziyang Cauldron.
Then Han Muye refined several war puppets, giving these god-level practitioners the bodies of war puppets.
These methods once again aroused the interest of these powerful people in Ziyang City.
In the divine realm, there are not many people who can do this.
Even if those god-level practitioners control the body of the war puppet, their combat power cannot reach the chaos level because their souls are not powerful enough.
But for them, this was already a huge surprise. Not only did they come back from the dead, but they also had combat power far beyond what they had before.
As for Lu Zixu, he was not only surprised but also distressed.
He has to pay for these war puppet bodies.
The key is that the price of these war puppets is so high that even if he spends all his money, he can't afford to buy even one, let alone the current eight.
Fortunately, Han Muye did not force him to pay, and even asked Xu Ziyang to give Lu Zixu ten Wanhe Pills on credit before leaving Ziyang City.
If you change hands with these Wanhe Dan, you can make a lot of money.
After leaving Ziyang City, everyone flew into the void and landed on Zhi Tianhuan's back again.
Turning to look at Ziyang City behind them, everyone had complicated expressions on their faces.
For Han Muye, what he needs to consider is the path of spiritual practice he will take in the future.
He seemed destined to cause countless catastrophes in the world, struggling but unable to escape.
The seven treasures refined by the divine soul clones were related to the future, but now he didn't know where the other treasures except the Ziyang Cauldron were.
If one day I can really reach the top, what will it be like at the end of the peak?
The Haotian Golden Crow, Hun Chaos, and the Five Elements Divine Furnace standing behind Han Muye looked at the ninety-nine Golden Crow figures without saying a word.
The prehistoric beasts are preserved in Ziyang City, and the Golden Crow bloodline is preserved outside the prehistoric world.
For the prehistoric beast, I don’t know whether this is a good thing or a tragedy?
"I think it's time for us to prepare to return to the primitive world." Huan Chaos whispered, turning to look at Han Muye.
Han Muye nodded.
Indeed, some things cannot be achieved by avoiding them.
Return to the ancient world and resolve the chaos on the battlefield between Kunwu and Zhou Tian.
The calamity of the prehistoric universe has begun, which is a force that cannot be resisted except for cosmic-level power.
They need to deal with this calamity that may sweep through countless universes and worlds with all their strength.
Zhi Tianhuan flew through the void for dozens of days, and then landed in a big city.
Through the teleportation array, Huan Chaos and the others returned to Hanyue City, where they continued to collect various prehistoric level treasures and waited for Han Muye's return.
Grand Master Mu Yue and the Tu Shen Zhan Puppet followed Han Muye and Lu Zixu to the Divine Realm.
Master Muyue was originally planning to return to Hanyue City, but she took Han Muye's Wanhe Dan and needed to continue to work as Han Muye's thug.
The price of three Wanhe Pills is something that the current Great Master Muyue cannot afford even if he sells himself.
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God's Domain is just a specific name and has no specific boundaries.
When Han Muye stepped into the light door opened by Lu Zixu, a bright light flashed in his eyes.
really.
The source of all power in the world is probably the same.
The vastness of the ancient world, the vastness of Kunwu, and the divine realm of the galaxy and universe are light and bright.
This is a dazzling world with no end in sight.
"Brother Han, you didn't expect that God's Domain is actually a complete world." Lu Zixu spoke in a low voice with a smile on his face.
In his opinion, even though Han Muye was knowledgeable, he had never seen the immensity of God's Domain.
The divine realm is a real world.
"I know." Han Muye looked at the endless world in front of him with a calm expression on his face.
Sustained by the own strength of each universe-level powerhouse, this world is a gathering of universe-level powerhouses.
This is the dedication that a truly powerful person should have.
In this world, there is a display of the power of the cosmic powerhouse.
It’s hard to imagine how many cosmic-level experts there are in the God’s Domain to make this world stable.
Han Muye's eyes flashed with light.
Perhaps, it is not a cosmic-level powerhouse, but rather, it is the stimulation of the power of cosmic-level treasures.
Outside the divine realm, cosmic treasures are supported by the power of heaven and earth.
But in the divine realm, cosmic-level treasures are used to support heaven and earth.
Who is willing to give it up?
If you are reluctant, who set such a rule?
Many mysteries.
But this kind of divine realm is interesting enough.
"The place where my Lu family operates is in the southwest of God's Domain. It will take a hundred days to get there."
"It just so happens that along the way, I will take Brother Han to appreciate the scenery of God's Domain."
Lu Zixu looked forward, smiled and spoke.
The Divine Realm is a place where powerful people from all walks of life gather, not only from the inheritance of the Galaxy Universe, but also from many other universes where powerful people gather.
These strong men built many cities and areas of different styles in the divine domain to guard their own world.
For these strong men, they are the masters of that small world.
As Lu Zixu advanced no more than a hundred miles, he could already see scattered human settlements in the surrounding mountains.
"Confucianism?"
Seeing those scholars wearing long robes, reciting poems and writing poems, Han Muye whispered, a trace of emotion flashing across his face.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Back in Tianxuan Zhongzhou and in the Imperial City, he also practiced Confucianism and interacted with those great Confucians.
The cultivation of Huang Tingshu and Xu Wei, who were major Confucian and Taoist cultivators, was not worth mentioning in front of the current Han Muye, but the will and quality in them still shined brightly.
Each of the students at Imperial City Academy has his or her own pursuits.
"Brother Han is really knowledgeable." Lu Zixu pointed around and nodded: "This is indeed the inheritance of Confucianism and Taoism."
"There is not much inheritance of Confucianism and Taoism in the Divine Realm. This should be the Divine Realm residence of Mr. Kong Zhongqiu, the Confucian Taoist."
"Mr. Kong's words can control the world, mountains and rivers, and there are countless strong men in the divine domain."
The inheritance of Confucianism and Taoism emphasizes the integration of heaven, earth and all things with Tao.
There is no way of heaven in the divine realm, but practitioners can transform themselves into the way.
Confucianism and Taoism are the best among these methods.
The Confucian and Taoist practitioners in front of them were either reciting poems and composing poems, or doing various farm work with their heads down.
These people are real people.
mortal.
There are so many mortals living in such a treasured land as God's Domain.
Maybe this is what’s special about God’s Domain?
Han Muye walked forward slowly, and in the thatched pavilion over there, several scholars also saw them coming.
"Brother, I came just in time. What do you think of the misty rain picture I just drew?"
A young man with a thin face wearing a gray Confucian robe looked at Han Muye with a hint of expectation in his eyes.
Han Muye raised his eyes and saw that there was indeed a picture of mist and rain on the scroll.
In the picture, the mountains are hidden in the psychedelic clouds and mist, and there are falling raindrops.
When Han Muye saw this scene, he actually felt rain falling on him.
"Illusion?"
Han Muye shook his head with a smile on his face.
"It's not an illusion, it's turning one's own way into the way of heaven."
"It's really rare."
Hearing Han Muye's words, the young man's eyes lit up.
Several other people on the other side also had surprises on their faces.
"Brother, you can actually see the artistic conception in this painting?"
"Haha, my dear friend, come and sit here."
Several people pulled Han Muye and sat in the thatched pavilion, their eyes filled with joy.
As for Lu Zixu and Mu Yue and others behind him, they were all forgotten.
Han Muye was also curious about the Confucianism and Taoism spread in the divine realm, so he sat down generously and started talking with these scholars.
The poetry circulated here sounded to Han Muye that the rhythm was pretty good, but there were just a few more long and short sentences, which seemed to pursue more charm.
The charm is to reveal the connection with the way of heaven.
There is no way of heaven here, that way is the Confucianism of Mr. Kong Zhongqiu.
Borrow Kong Zhongqiu's teachings to sense the world.
"Brother Han, you speak elegantly, and you must be good at this poem."
"Quick, today's situation is suitable for poetry."
After talking for a while, a middle-aged scholar wearing a white robe held an ink pen and handed it to Han Muye.
Several other people also smiled and unfolded the paper.
Lu Zixu on the side chuckled lightly.
This is Confucianism.
The cultivation of Confucianism and Taoism is different from other kinds of cultivation. It is not achieved through hard work. It requires understanding and enlightenment.
Regardless of whether he was practicing or refining weapons, Han Muye was powerful and extremely talented that Lu Zixu could not even imagine.
But this is Confucianism, haha.
Han Muye raised his head and glanced at Lu Zixu, as well as Master Muyue beside Lu Zixu, who also had a smile on his face.
These two are preparing to watch a joke.
He shook his head and touched the ink pen on the scroll in front of him.
"Huh……"
As soon as he made a stroke, the scholars surrounding him were stunned.
This effort is amazing!
"Don't listen to the sound of beating leaves in the forest, why not just scream and walk slowly.
"The bamboo stick and mango shoes are lighter than the horse, who is afraid? A raincoat can be used for life."
"The steep spring breeze blows away the drunkenness, it is slightly cold, but the mountain tops are shining slantingly.
Looking back at the quiet place where I came from, there is neither wind nor rain nor sunshine when I return."
The handwriting is like a clear spring flowing.
After writing on the scroll, only a scent of ink remains.
Han Muye put the ink pen back with a calm expression.
"I can live my whole life under the mist and rain..." The middle-aged scholar opposite was already crazy and murmured in his mouth.
"It's neither windy nor sunny, neither windy nor sunny..." Another young scholar turned his head and looked outside the thatched pavilion. He clenched his fists and kept complaining in a low voice.
No one in the entire thatched pavilion spoke again.
Everyone looked obsessed.
Lu Zixu opened his mouth, not knowing what to say.
As Han Muye sat there, there seemed to be a breeze blowing around him. When he raised his eyes, there was no trace of him.
"Buzz——"
The scroll of paper moved slightly, and the words on it floated, condensing into an illusory figure, holding a bamboo stick in his hand, and walked slowly forward.
This bleak figure makes people feel depressed.
But that figure showed determination, which made people feel alive from the bottom of their hearts.
These two conflicting emotions are entangled, making people feel uncomfortable all over.
"This is the artistic conception of Confucianism and Taoism..." a scholar who came back to his senses whispered.
The artistic conception of Confucianism and Taoism is the power that can be combined with the power of heaven and earth, and can absorb people's minds into it.
This kind of collision of forces is the most common method used by Confucian and Taoist practitioners.
For example, at this moment, this figure carries the power of Confucianism, Taoism, and Heaven and Earth.
"I'll give it a try." A scholar in green robe couldn't bear it any longer and flew out and rushed towards the figure.
"The great river falls from the sky, and the wind and clouds arise from the plains -" As the Confucian scholar spoke, a green river appeared, turned into a water dragon, carried the wind and clouds, and crashed towards the figure.
The storm is turbulent.
This Confucian scholar, who seemed to be just a mortal, united with the power of heaven and earth with just one word, causing clouds and dragons to fly.
These methods are the power of Confucianism and Taoism.
Han Muye's expression remained unchanged as he looked at the figure holding a bamboo stick in front of him and walking slowly forward.
The figure raised his hand and pointed the bamboo stick.
"Through the forest, rain."
Three big characters shined out and turned into endless raindrops.
The raindrops flew down and shattered Yunlong's body, absorbing all the water vapor in it.
The clouds spread.
Another Confucian scholar flew out, pointing with the ink pen in his hand.
Drops of green and black ink spilled and turned into an ink lotus.
“Clean the clear stream and emerge from the mud untainted.”
The petals of the ink lotus bloomed instantly and flew in countless numbers, surrounding the figure.
This method made Lu Zixu's eyes lit up.
"Great painting." He whispered.
Using ink as bones and water vapor as clear springs, these scattered petals represent the artistic conception of lotus.
Only artistic conception can destroy artistic conception.
"Spring breeze, blow."
The figure holding the bamboo stick whispered softly.
The wind blows and the ink scatters.
The spring breeze blows on my face, the misty rain is misty, and the ink petals are washed away.
"Amazing."
Everyone in the thatched pavilion exclaimed, and then they all looked at the scroll in front of Han Muye, their eyes shining brightly.
"Brother Han, can you sell me this volume of Ren's life?"
"Brother Han, can I use your poem?"
"Brother Han, I have good wine, and I will definitely not get drunk again today."
Interacting with men of letters depends on whether you can catch their eye.
It doesn’t matter your cultivation level, just your talent.
Han Muye's poem, which is full of artistic conception, has already impressed everyone in the thatched pavilion.
Han Muye stood up with a smile on his face and turned his eyes forward.
The dark figure slowly dispersed.
"It is rare to find such a figure in Confucianism and Taoism in the world."
"My little friend, I wonder if you would like to come to our Chongwen Pavilion as a guest?"
There was a sound in the void.
When this sound was heard, several Confucian scholars in the thatched pavilion stood up, bowed and said, "I have met Master."
Lu Zixu's eyes showed surprise and he whispered: "It's Mr. Kong!"
Han Muye also raised his hand and said with a smile: "That's what you wish for."
He moved and stepped out of the thatched pavilion. The disappearing figure holding a bamboo stick seemed to overlap with his body.