Chapter 40 A snap of the fingers, a thousand years passed! (Part 2)
A thousand years.
For the mortal world, it has already changed a lot.
For most practitioners, it is also a number that is far longer than life span.
For Yang Yu, this is also a huge number several times that of the first half of his previous life.
But it seemed to be extremely short-lived, so short that he didn't even notice it, and thousands of years had flowed away from his fingers.
"call!"
"suck!"
Invisible spiritual energy gathered densely and submerged into Yang Yu's body with his long breathing.
No one could notice it, but inside his body, there seemed to be a 'cave sky' illuminated by stars that was gently trembling, containing billowing spiritual energy.
Compared with a thousand years ago, Mustard Seed Cave has undergone earth-shaking changes.
Thousands of years ago, this square cave was still quite simple. There were only a few mountains, no more than ten rivers, and the trees were not dense.
But now, the mountains are like forests, stretching for more than tens of thousands of miles?
The spiritual energy gathered like clouds even converged into a cold pool thousands of miles away, with dragons and whales dormant in it, spitting out waves of water.
call!
A strong wind blew up in the cave, and all kinds of spiritual beasts, including dragons and beasts in the cold pool, roared and turned into streams of light, converging into Yang Yu's will and leaving the cave in an erratic manner.
"A thousand years……"
The clouds on the top of Wudou Mountain were reflected in his eyes, and the moment Yang Yu slowly opened his eyes.
There seemed to be thousands of qi machines arising from his deep eyes, intertwining vertically and horizontally to form the entire world.
At this moment, he felt that he was like wind and clouds, floating in the windy sky, gathering and dispersing invisible.
Like the bluestone on the top of a mountain, it is exposed to the sun and rain year after year.
Another example is the gods above the sky, looking down at the heaven and earth. All the joys, anger, sorrows and joys on the vast earth seem to be perceptible and flow in their eyes.
This is not an illusion, nor is it some magical power.
Instead, all the things he had seen and heard in thousands of years, scattered across the land, in the various incarnations of the Mysterious Arts, all came to his mind at this moment!
He saw that thousands of years ago, after all the eight pole masters were imprisoned by him into the Ten Thousand Immortals Map, the world was turbulent.
For thousands of years, the large and small sects suppressed by the Holy Lands have either closed their mountains and gone into hiding, or they have made insidious attacks, or they have secretly watched.
In the first two hundred years, except for the rapid expansion of Wu Dou Sect's power, the world was even more peaceful than before.
But all this only lasted two hundred years before it was broken.
Under the deep calamity aura, Zhongli Lie emerged at the right moment, and actually attracted all kinds of Taoist fruits, rank diagrams, and other spiritual treasures to descend from the sky on his own initiative, and countless sects turned their attention to him.
And when a similar thing happened again to Zhang Guo, a true disciple of the Lianfa Sect, a hundred years later, various secrets about the lucky man, and even rumors of an impending disaster, also spread throughout the world.
Many small and medium-sized sects in the Eastern Wasteland, Nanling, Northern Territory, Four Seas, and even the endless mountains, and even the casual cultivators were all in an uproar.
Some people went as far as the Eastern Wasteland and the Western Desert to seek advice from Wanshi Mountain and Nirvana Mountain. Some even crossed the endless sea and came to Wudou Mountain to seek advice.
And more sects either rushed out to look for other people who should be robbed, or took advantage of the chaos to annex territory and cities, hoping to take the holy land and replace it.
In the following hundreds of years, heaven and earth fell into uncontrollable turmoil, until now...
"The Eight Immortals should be lucky..."
Feeling the endless light and shadow surging in his heart, Yang Yu said to himself:
"One more to go..."
He could sense all kinds of information coming from 'Taoist Lu'. The deeper the catastrophe, the more majestic his luck would be.
In less than a thousand years, he had surprisingly gathered the 'Ladder Map of the Upper Cave' and all the various Tao fruits he needed.
His Pure Yang Sword has also been recast long ago.
And just like him, Li Ningyang, Zhong Lilie, Zhang Guo and others all arrived in front of the Baji Gate!
Now that many of the Eight Extremes Masters have not been born, seven of them are collectively called the "Seven Immortals of Yingyun". They have not yet become the Eight Extremes and have already reached the emperor's rank!
"One more to go!"
Hanyue Sanren's voice sounded in Yang Yu's ears:
"In the past thousand years, Pindao has traveled all over the world, even to some caves hidden in the void, but he has never been able to find the last person..."
Yang Prison raised his eyes.
Opposite Wanli, in an empty valley, Hanyue Sanren holds the magic whip with a solemn expression:
"There are not many things in this world that can be hidden from you and me. I suspect that the last person who is lucky enough to be lucky was probably born a thousand years ago, maybe even earlier!"
One thousand years is also a long time for Hanyue Sanren. If he had not found his master in Longquan, he would have died long ago.
Such a long period of time is enough for him to visit Longquan world more than once.
However, even if he, who is close to the eighth extreme and is also a martial saint, holds the 'rob weapon' and strikes the divine whip, he cannot find the last person.
"Not impossible."
Yang Prison just nodded.
The Catalog of Ten Thousand Immortals covers ninety-nine places in Longquan. Although the number of rank masters listed on it has decreased a lot in the past thousand years, it can still give an insight into the vast majority of rank masters in the world.
"My lord, you..."
Thousands of miles away, Hanyue Sanren's expression changed slightly. Far away in the void, he could only feel that the outline of that person had no clear boundary between heaven and earth.
It seems that, like the Blue Lion King, he is united with heaven and earth?
"The people who are destined to be lucky are the people who seek help from the underworld to break the catastrophe. Once they gather together, they will have the power to surpass the limitations of heaven and earth."
Yang Yu's eyes were calm. He could clearly see the Seven Immortals Yingjie including Zhong Lilie without any cover.
Just like him sitting cross-legged on the top of a mountain, he doesn't even cover himself up.
"However, luck and calamity are not opposites. At least, there is no difference between heaven and earth."
Those who are lucky will break the disaster.
Those who should be robbed will lead to tribulation.
The two are different but also have great similarities. They are nothing more than different responses to disasters.
It's just blocked or sparse.
"maybe……"
Hanyue Sanren was worried, but didn't know what to say. He just sighed:
"In the past few years, Pindao's heart has been shrouded in gloom from time to time. Your Majesty, please don't be careless about this calamity..."
"How could you be careless?"
Yang Yu didn't explain much, but with a flick of his hand, the connection between the two people was destroyed.
For thousands of years, he has only seen Hanyue Sanren and Jiang Xiazi.
The former looks for the person who is worthy of the calamity, while the latter travels to and from various places for him, spreading martial arts as a front and building temples as a supplement.
Unlike Hanyue Sanren, Jiang Xiazi's journey has been extremely smooth and trouble-free.
The various temples he built were not only popular, they even spread to the Western Desert...
"call!"
With a mouthful of turbid spit, Yang Yu cut off contact with everyone else, leaving only the power of incense that spread all over Longquan heaven and earth, and even came from the mountains and seas.
Over the millennia, most of his incarnations were used to 'pay off' his wishes, but he still couldn't keep up with the accumulation of incense.
Snapped!
At a certain moment, he suddenly raised his hand and grabbed a ball of light in the void composed of various mysterious ideas.
Yang Yu raised his head and looked at the void and the sea of stars:
"Thousands of Immortal Pictures have been gathered together for thousands of years. They are mysterious creations and have the opportunity to break limits. Are you really not here to take them?"