The First Cause of All Realms

"Emperor brother..."

Watching the summoned officials bow and retreat, Gan Shantu, who was standing outside the forest of steles, couldn't help feeling a little pity in his heart.

The Great Week is no longer what it used to be.

Since that great turmoil, the royal family has withered at a speed visible to the naked eye, and has long been unable to conquer the world. For nearly ten thousand years, if it hadn't been for my adoptive father to be in charge, I'm afraid it would have been replaced by 'Dafeng'.

The emperor has long lost the dignity of the past.

However, seeing this kind of thing with his own eyes, Gan Shantu still felt a touch of sadness in his heart.

Even if he is as strong as Taizu, the descendants can only let me fish if they don't live up to it...

"It seems that this is the price."

There was no disturbance in Yang Yu's heart, he had already expected this scene.

Whether it is Gan Cang, Thirty-six Honors, or the princes of the various roads, they no longer care who the emperor is, all they need is a totem.

The prestige of Emperor Tianyu has already been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people after 180,000 years, and even the heroes of the road are also jealous.

But the blood of the Great Zhou Taizu has not been cut off, even before, there was not only 'Qi' alone.

When he decided to practice spirituality, he was destined to be replaced.

but…

'My current status is the acting emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. This emperor's younger brother may not even have the chance to be a subjugated king...'

With a second thought in his mind, Yang Jue got up immediately.

Gan Shantu's thoughts were subtle, and his tone could not help but be more sympathetic: "Your Majesty, do you want to continue?"

"No."

Yang Qiu would not be touched, let alone the strange gazes around him. After shaking his head slightly, he found a shady and dry place and sat down cross-legged.

The more than 100,000-year heritage of the royal family of the Great Zhou Dynasty has been lost before and after the chaos. There are many incomplete and rubbing traces in this forest of steles.

But what is left is enough for him to have a general impression of spiritual practice, the current situation of the world, and even the changes and evolutions of the Xuanhuang Realm for millions of years.

The revival of the spiritual tide in the Xuanhuang Realm was still before the Longquan Realm, and the inheritance has never been cut off for millions of years. The real strong are like clouds, and the spirits of the four kalpas have never been missing.

And the reason why this world is different from other worlds in the universe is that...

"Xuanhuang..."

Yang Ju raised his eyes to stare, and a brilliant black and yellow color was reflected in the golden essence fire eyes.

As far as the eye can see, there is no other color.

And the source of all these dark and yellow auras is the indescribably majestic tree that exists between reality and reality.

This tree bears the heaven and the earth, but has never taken root in the sky and the earth. Its branches surround the ten suns and the stars, but the roots seem to have penetrated the sea of ​​stars, absorbing the endless sea of ​​chaos.

"world Tree!"

It can't be seen by eyes, can't be touched, but it can be seen by people's mind!

The Xuanhuang World Tree is the highest and most respected belief in the Xuanhuang Heaven and Earth. Whether it is Ten Thousand Dragons' Nest, Thousand Buddhas Heaven, Heaven and Earth Xuanmen, or ancient gods and Buddhas, nothing in this world can compare with it.

Countless people have worshiped it for countless years, and regard it as the tree of creation and the mother of heaven and earth.

"The root of Xuanhuang, the mother spirit of all things!"

After gazing for a moment, Yang Jue took a deep breath, exhaling a wisp of black and yellow air that entered his stomach and eyes,

Then close your eyes and settle down.

hum!

In the next moment, there seemed to be a frenzied tide surging in the sea of ​​mind.

In a bright yellow light, the catalog of ten thousand immortals gradually emerged. The body of this Xuantian Lingbao had already been integrated into Longquan Heaven and Earth, but its shape and shadow had already been integrated into his mind.

At this moment, the catalog opened slowly, and all kinds of information poured into it like a torrent.

Ancient history, legends, Taoism, spirituality, formations, true spirit pictures...

In just an instant, all the information recorded by Yang Yu, who traveled through various forests of steles in half a year, has been sorted out.

In the end, discard the dross and extract the essence, leaving only the most core mysteries of spirituality.

There is no lack of fine works in the various true spirit pictures in the Da Nei Library, and the highest one even has a ground-level true spirit picture. It is more than a hundred thousand years ago. Shadow' and realize the picture.

But Yang Jue just wrote it down casually.

Traveling through the Three Realms, with his current cultivation level, even if he has not yet practiced Spiritual Vision, he is still able to create his own true spirit map.

The first step in spirituality is visualization.

The more real the object of this visualization is, the easier it is to break the catastrophe. This is the reason why the true spirit map is sought after by people. After all, mountains, rivers, mountains, sun, moon and stars are visible to everyone, but few people can see the whole picture.

But without a real spiritual map, you can still practice spiritual vision, visualize, visualize, even if you don't have visualization, you can still think!

hum!

As Yang Jue turned his mind, that wisp of dark and yellow energy shone brightly in his heart, as if ignited by a raging fire.

woo woo~

One strand, one strand, one after another.

Yang Ju's will is so strong, what he thinks in his heart can almost come true, soon, his heart is full of black and yellow.

Then, under the influence and interference of his powerful will, the strands of black and yellow air intertwined and circulated, like a sign of entering the cave and opening up, and also like the embryonic form of a diagram of a formation.

Zheng!

At a certain moment, there was a sword cry in the sea of ​​hearts, and a mouthful of divine blade suddenly came, submerged in the dark and yellow aura, and inserted horizontally in one corner.

But it is the ancient sword of Zhu Xian.

"call!"

"suck!"

…

…

The city is open on eight sides, and the imperial city sits on the north.

Streets that can accommodate sixteen horses divide the southeast and northwest, and divide this world-famous city into urban areas.

In early spring, the weather is still chilly, but the streets and alleys are full of people, lively and prosperous.

On the ninth floor of the Guanjiang Building, there was a great deal of voices.

In a box, Fang Silong leaned on the railing, overlooking the streets of the city, with a complex look in his eyes:

"The last scene of prosperity!"

The scene in front of him was lackluster to anyone but him, and it was really not worth noting.

Because the capital of the Great Zhou Dynasty has always been prosperous, the last few thousand years can even be said to be the most declining time.

But only he knows.

This scene is very precious.

Because, in less than a hundred years, Chixin Shenzhou, the last peaceful place in Xuanhuang Heaven and Earth, will usher in great turmoil.

After that, the troubled times that the former Emperor Tianyu cut down thousands of mountains, filled up evil seas, suppressed all kinds of evil spirits, and wiped out all kinds of wastelands and lands, came again.

Sweeping the world at a speed beyond anyone's imagination,

Even, beyond the sky!

'I'm back~www.novelmt.com~but so what? '

Standing quietly in front of the window, Fang Silong felt confused for a moment, but soon he calmed down.

He tilted his ears slightly, and with his supernatural powers of eyes and ears, he could even hear the discussions about the emperor's younger brother in the imperial city.

as well as,

Not high or low, but the sound of footsteps like drumbeats.

"Um?!"

Fang Silong's heart was shocked, he hurriedly turned around, and bowed respectfully:

"Father!"

Sifang Hou walked into the box slowly, the father and son were dispersed by the invisible aura, his eyes were majestic and indifferent:

"Assassination against His Majesty can be forgiven, but if you take away my son, you deserve death!"

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