Rebirth of the Cultivator

Chapter 859 The Son of Destiny
After all, force cannot be the only thing in a world. Perhaps any existence must have force to survive in the heavens and worlds, but it is not force that makes this world more exciting and unique.

Only the colorful and different skills can form a real civilization, not just killing and conquering blindly.

Ye Tian walked in this world, looking at the large and peaceful fairyland, he was promoted to an inexplicable level without thinking or feeling in his heart.

The profound arts in the body are involuntarily running. The Supreme Spiritual Jue was originally awakened in this world, and it is naturally suitable for this world. There is only one kind of root power, which cannot be traced, but it really exists.

He is sublimating inexplicably, and the whole person walks in the world according to his instinct.

When he arrived in this world last time, the law of balance in this world, the supreme consciousness in the dark, once drove the luck of heaven and earth into his body, making him the son of destiny.

It's a pity that the law of balance had killing intent at that time, and wanted to wipe him out of the world, so the vines led him to escape directly, and the vine's celestial ability disintegrated his life-and-death crisis at that time.

The Qi Luck of the Son of Heaven and Earth has been integrated into his body and has never disappeared, but he never dared to return to this world easily, so the fairy has never appeared.

Now when he returns to this world again, his heart is let go, and when he feels the world, the seed that has been in the deepest part of his body is finally activated. Existence has disappeared between heaven and earth.

Use its supreme ability to balance this world and push this world to a higher level.

Even the law of balance can't imagine what changes will be brought about by the reappearance of the Son of Destiny who has disappeared for countless epochs.

And Ye Tianzhi's only feeling is that his affinity for this world has greatly increased, as if the vines are using its unique ability to improve his understanding, his spirit is sublimating, and all kinds of spiritual light are gushing out.

The essence of the four directions poured into his body like water, and the rules of heaven and earth were like naughty children, one spirit after another flew into his body, giving him a unique perception.

In particular, his understanding of the spirit of time and space has been raised to the peak. This time, it is no longer fragments of time flying around him, but a big river rushing from under his feet.

I don't know the source, I don't know where to go, and it will never stop.

Ye Tian walked forward following the inexplicable instinct in his heart. After the seed belonging to the child of luck was activated, he possessed this inexplicable ability. It is unclear, but it really exists.

He took a step of tens of thousands of miles, walking all the way to the north, and now the vast fairyland does not know how huge the spirit is, even if Ye Tian didn't use all kinds of immortal powers, it took a full half a month to walk just relying on instinct time.

As he got closer to the place that made his heart throb, he saw more and more people on the road. All of them were dressed in black and black robes, their whole bodies were shrouded in shadows, and they couldn't see their faces clearly.

Seeing that Ye Tian was not wearing a black robe, an old man directly handed him a black robe. Without saying anything, Ye Tian was stunned for a moment. Instinct seems a little dull and sluggish.

Seeing him standing there blankly, the old man finally said: "You are also going on a pilgrimage! Then put on this black robe. This is a tradition that has been passed down since the Abyss Era, and it is a show of respect for Xuanyuan Supreme. , is also used to conceal one's identity.

No matter what grievances or grievances there are, no one is allowed to use weapons here, and no one is allowed to search for the face of others under the black robe. "

Ye Tian picked up the wisp of thought left in his body, and put the black robe on his body, his face was completely covered by the wide black robe, making it hard to see clearly.

Only then did the old man nodded in satisfaction, Ling: "Actually, wearing a black robe in the Abyss Era has a deeper meaning. Everyone in that era could not see the light, there was no new Supreme, and they had no face to face the past. Xuanyuan Sovereign died in a bloody battle among the tribes, so everyone covered their faces in black robes!"

Before the old man finished speaking, seeing Ye Tian take a step away and disappear in place, appearing in an endless distance, he couldn't help but just froze, shook his head, sighed, and didn't say any more, all words were blown away scattered in the wind.

The further you go, the more amazing it is. One after another, people in black robes walk on this land, all the way is silent, and no one talks here.

For the human tribes of this era, any human tribe that can walk in the world has the power to burn mountains and seas.

The fairyland is vast and boundless, with dense rules and regulations. Therefore, if you want to survive in this world, you must be born with extremely strong strength. At the same time, in order to make the new generation of the fairyland grow better, all kinds of fairy art treasures are spread all over the world, and there are colleges dedicated to educating the new generation. , any graduate who walks out of it has the strength not inferior to the sixth level of the abyss world.

Everyone around Ye Tian has the ability to fly to the sky and escape from the ground. Everyone did not use the power of the fairy secret, but walked towards the end step by step.

The wind howled, and as it got deeper and deeper, there was only one color of black in the sky and the earth, and there were snowflakes everywhere, which is a rare spectacle in the fairy world.

A powerful existence has already possessed the power to change the world. There are singing birds and fragrant flowers, beautiful mountains and clear waters everywhere. It is really amazing to see a snow-covered area in the end of the era.

There is nothing special about the black robe, it is just made of ordinary materials, but along the way, no one has used the power of immortal consciousness to find out the true identity of the person under the black robe. This is civilization and inheritance.

Relying entirely on walking, Ye Tian, ​​like the tens of millions of black robes, walked for more than half an era before he really reached the end.

The boundless blue sea roared and roared, and the waves rolled up ten thousand feet high, smashing all the clouds in the sky.

A tomb made entirely of graphite appeared in Ye Tian's eyes. The tomb was simple and unadorned, without the slightest abnormality. It was located on a mountain peak at the edge of the North Sea.

There are stone peaks everywhere here, and the roaring waves make the mountain peaks full of caves with nine bends and eighteen bends. In the caves, black iron chains hang one after another, stained with spots of blood, which are still bright red, containing With a huge force.

Ye Tian has no thoughts, and Xinxian has been promoted to an inexplicable level. During this pilgrimage that lasted for more than half an era, the seeds of the son of luck in his body grew stronger and stronger, and every step he took from the ground was endless. The essence poured into his body.

The endless rules of heaven and earth made him even more mysterious and unpredictable. Watching the historical changes of the fairyland had already given him a lot of insight.

There is no fierce battle, no endless conquest, just so plainly that he has stepped into the eighth heaven of quasi-god.

Even his heart fairy is still spinning crazily, and the transformation is still going on crazily, as if there is no end.

The whole world seems to be helping him. If he has to use a special state to describe it, it is that the strongest person in the abyss world has ascended the Great God to fuse with the mark of Tianxin, and all the secrets of the whole world seem to be open to him. All kinds of incomprehensions and doubts on the way of practice are answered.

Every black-robed person who arrived here silently bowed to Xuanyuan Shenqiu, and occasionally some strong men from the Abyss Era would even cry bitterly here.

"Your Majesty, we are waiting for the Abyssal tribe to finally rise, have you seen it?"

"Your Majesty, your dedication to our tribe will be engraved in the blood of all people and passed on forever!"

"All the tribal people who suffered in the heavens have been taken back by us, and all of them have been buried in their homeland. Your Majesty, you can rest in peace!"

"The Lord Immortal who suppressed us until he couldn't breathe in the past era has escaped into the long river of time and space, and the strongest in our world has already gone to chase and kill him!"

The strong men who were born in the Heaven Devouring Era looked at the strong men who couldn't control their emotions and burst into tears, and they were a little puzzled and puzzled.

They were born in the most powerful period of the fairy world, and have never experienced the years of the abyss era. Although every elder of the tribe and a practice academy have taught them that period of history, it is difficult to feel the meaning without personal experience. Pain and struggle.

Seeing one after another strong men who have lived to the present in the Abyss Era cry here, they seem to have received an inexplicable baptism, and there is a huge shock in their hearts. salute.

The entrance of Xuanyuan Shenqiu is engraved with two lines of characters, three points in copper, and it remains the same even after endless years.

"Everyone who is born as a tribe should take the revitalization of our tribe as his ambition."

"Everyone who is a human should take it as his duty to break the shackles of our tribe."

Many strong men who have lived to this day in the Abyss Era cried silently when they saw those two lines of writing, only they could feel the heaviness in it.

"Your Majesty, the shackles have been broken. I hope there will be reincarnation under the nine heavens. Your Majesty can return after endless years and see the prosperity of my tribe."

"My tribe has stood on the top of the myriad worlds, Your Majesty should rest in peace."

At the foot of the psychic people in the tomb is a huge pit. In the pit, countless warriors in armor knelt on the ground, and the halberds in their hands were inserted into the ground, still standing there.

These warriors have died for countless epochs, and tens of thousands of corpses all over the land are looking in one direction. At the end of their eyes, a corpse wearing a crown sits on the ground. The lower half of the pair of figures are completely dragon tails. The upper half is the human body, which is the supreme being who died in the immortal war in Dang Jiyuan.

Ye Tian's figure became more and more illusory. Seeing the skeleton standing upright, he felt an inexplicable feeling in his heart.

This Xuanyuan Supreme is so similar to the character in the fairy tales of his hometown. Although the history is different and there are various changes, standing here, he suddenly has a unique feeling.

No matter what era or region it is, there will always be such people who pioneered the spiritual path, even if they die a hundred times, they will never regret it.

Which world is not like this?

It is the hard work of one sage after another that led to the life we ​​have today. At the end of the time in our hometown, who were the people who stirred up the situation, created legends, and wrote fairy tales?
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