The moment the poetry trumpet sounded, a figure had already arrived from the sky.
Wearing a white Taoist robe with gold embroidery and Tai Chi patterns, his temperament is clean and bright, and he is like a real and dazzling sun.
No matter where you go, you can firmly attract everyone's attention.
He is Leng Chuluo, the Dragon King of the Human Realm Society, the leader of the Creation Sect, and the emperor of the Daqian Dynasty.
"Like...really like..."
In a corner of the human world, Ye Juntian, the former leader of the Creation Sect, was temporarily a little lost because he went to visit his junior brother's injury and was arrested. Ye Juntian also participated in the operation to resist natural disasters.
Gu Luexia, the leader of the Three Immortals of Creation, who had recovered from his injuries beside him and seemed to have let go of his heart, agreed:
"They are indeed very similar. Today's Senior Nephew Leng and Senior Brother Daoxian are almost as if they were carved from the same mold.
That kind of nobility that is separated from the world, that kind of pride that cannot be found in the world, and the touch of immortality in him that is difficult to copy.
I am very sure that my nephew has finally embarked on the path that his senior brother has taken."
Looking at Leng Chuluo's young face in the image, Gu Luexia let out a sigh.
Seeking Tao first, then seeking immortality, this is not only the direction he has been working hard on, but also the ultimate goal of every ascetic.
In the past, Lan Tianhan easily became the person closest to the immortal, and the same is true for Leng Chuluo now.
This may be a kind of talent that ordinary people cannot match. Immortals are always immortals, so unreachable and so desirable.
At this moment, Ye Juntian's body trembled, as if he suddenly remembered something.
"No, this is not the complete Luo'er!"
I noticed that Leng Chuluo's indifferent eyes in the image did not contain a trace of emotion, only a kind of great love that regarded all living beings as equal and superior.
He finally understood why Leng Chuluo looked so similar to Lan Tianhan.
Gu Luexia said, "Perhaps this is completeness in another sense."
Ye Juntian frowned slightly, feeling a little dumb for a moment.
The fourth battlefield is very special, because the third battlefield was built by Huangfu Lingyun with the help of the yin and yang origin of this world. Xie Tathagata originally thought that the Tao Demon would follow suit.
Also based on the origin of life and death, a world with a higher upper limit and geographical advantage can be used to create a stronger world.
But the result is that the concentration of vitality here is similar to that of the first and second battlefields. The only thing that is special is the peaks and the small villages at the foot of the mountains that look the same at first glance.
The name of the mountain is Zaihua Mountain, and the name of the village is Zaihua Village.
Countless mountains and villages make up this seemingly deformed world, and also build this world that belongs exclusively to the Creation Sect.
At this time, after Dao Mo saw Leng Chuluo appearing, he took a step from the cliff and floated down.
In an instant, his pitch-black robe turned extremely white, and the blood-colored whisk in his hand seemed to be purified so that only the tough and clean white threads could be seen.
The skull he had been playing with had long since disappeared, and the trace of gloominess between his brows had also disappeared inexplicably.
One thought is a devil, another thought is a fairy.
Today's Dao Demon has a stern face, and his previous image of being slightly noisy and occasionally violent seems to have been swept away in an instant.
He became the real Lan Tianhan, the real Taoist immortal.
Standing outside the Creation Village, Leng Chuluo looked at the Tao Demon who had undergone earth-shaking changes. There was no wave in the depths of his eyes. Instead, he made a disciple salute and followed him silently.
The two entered the first Creation Village, where there were dozens of scattered small houses, muddy roads, a few crooked-neck trees, and weeds everywhere.
"You should know the origin of Creation Village."
Dao Mo opened his mouth and the words he spoke were extremely puzzling.
Especially Xie Tathagata, who had thought that the Taoist Demon would cause a scene immediately, but after seeing this scene, a trace of confusion flashed in his eyes.
Evil Shura, who was sitting next to him and seemed to have fallen asleep, suddenly said:
"He seems to be the person who least believes that attachment is a solution, but in fact he knows very well that this method is much more reliable than relying entirely on the strengthening of personal imprints and placing all hopes on heaven and earth."
"So what exactly is he trying to do?"
"I don't know." Evil Shura opened his eyes and said calmly, "I can't see through him, and I can't see through you."
Xie Tathagata remained silent, just looking at the two people strolling in the village and talking continuously.
"In the beginning, it was formed spontaneously by some seniors who could not cut off their entanglements with the mortal world. Later, it became a tradition.
Those who give up the path of seeking immortality will be dispatched by the leader to join the Creation Village and handle mundane affairs."
Hearing Leng Chuluo's answer, Dao Mo nodded slightly.
The two of them now climbed onto the first mountain of creation. This road that Leng Chuluo had traveled countless times made him feel a little unfamiliar for a while.
"This was built according to my memory when I first entered Creation Mountain."
Dao Mo explained in a deep voice.
After Leng Chuluo nodded, without saying a word, they walked through the mountain gate, the practice ground, the disciples' residence, the scripture library, and the central hall.
Keep heading towards a forbidden area in the back mountain.
Among the five palaces of the Tao Sect, except for the most special Weiwo Dao Palace, the other four palaces all have records of the Immortal Dao, as well as some related inheritance.
This forbidden area that the two of them are about to walk into is the Immortal Wenxian Road that belongs exclusively to the Creation Sect.
Although it is a road, it is actually a dark cave, but there are some strange characters carved on the mountain wall that are incomprehensible.
These characters are drawn to each other, forming a large array. There are many illusions in the array. Its existence is not simply a test, but the rewards for those who enter it are also different.
After Dao Mo and Leng Chuluo came to this forbidden area, they were not enveloped by the illusion, and all they saw was darkness.
Dao Mo quickly understood what was happening and sighed with some regret:
"Sure enough, he can't do it."
He didn't expect anyone to respond to this sentence, but Leng Chuluo, who had been standing behind him, said:
"He did it, but you can't see it now."
There were vaguely mysterious characters circulating in the depths of Leng Chuluo's eyes.
This forbidden area suddenly became bright and bright. The dazzling white cut through the darkness and made the blurry characters carved on the mountain wall shine more clearly.
But what Dao Demon perceived was still a vast chaos. He shook his head with some regret and said, "Let's go to the next place."
At this time, a corner of his clothes had been dyed pitch black, which was particularly conspicuous on his pure white robe, like dirt that could not be washed away.
Leng Chuluo pursed his lips. Naturally, he also noticed the changes in Dao Mo's clothes. He also discovered that in the whisk, a whisk silk was dyed blood red.
He didn't say anything, but silently followed Dao Mo to the next village, which looked the same, but had some changes.