Rebirth of the Supreme Immortal Emperor

When Zhang Yifeng and the others arrived at the previous village, they found that all the people in the village had disappeared, leaving only the empty houses.

"It only takes half a day for you and me to go there and back. Even if the whole family migrates, it can't be so fast, right?"

Qing Yurou frowned slightly, there was definitely something wrong here.

Looking around, Zhang Yifeng's spiritual power dissipated, but at this moment, there was indeed no sign of life in this village.

"Weird."

Zhang Yifeng shook his head secretly. The people in this village disappeared, which made Zhang Yifeng feel puzzled.

He was very sure that Meng Chao must be dead and there was no possibility that he would cause any trouble again.

"Could it be that some other demon has come?"

"No, there is not a single demonic aura here. Even if a little demon that has just transformed comes here to cause trouble, it will definitely leave some demonic aura behind. Not to mention the demons. They don't have the leisure to take these mortals away. They will just kill them all in this village."

As Qing Yurou was speaking, Zhang Yifeng suddenly raised his head and looked towards the hillside about half a mile outside the village.

There is a thatched house on this hillside, and in this thatched house, Zhang Yifeng caught a glimpse of life.

As Zhang Yifeng's figure flashed, he appeared in front of the thatched house. In the house, the sound of chanting could be heard.

In the battle with Meng Zhuang just now, Zhang Yifeng witnessed the methods of the Buddhist Kingdom and the strangeness of using Buddhism to prove the devil's way.

Hearing the chanting, Zhang Yifeng's heart was shocked, and his fingers were like swords. Just as he was about to attack, the wooden door of the thatched house slowly opened.

"Donor, why is this?"

In the house, an old man who had never been seen before, turned his back to Zhang Yifeng and spoke slowly.

"He's already dead in heaven, why are you still chanting scriptures and praying for blessings here?"

As soon as Zhang Yifeng finished speaking, the old man chuckled and said, "How could Gao Tianshang die?"

As he spoke, the old man turned around and looked at Zhang Yifeng.

When looking into the eyes of the old man, Zhang Yifeng was certain that the old man in front of him must be a believer in that dream.

The piety, fanaticism, and even the vague murderous intent towards Zhang Yifeng in those eyes all proved the origin of this old man.

But Zhang Yifeng did not take action. This old man was obviously different from those other crazy believers.

"Did you kill the people in the village?"

"They all went in pursuit of the heavens. What remained here were only illusions created by their obsessions."

"So, all of this is a virtual creation drawn in the sky?"

"good."

The old man nodded, with a little melancholy on his face: "In order to avoid the natural disaster today, people seek the flesh cocoon to nourish their faith, and eventually become gods and follow the sky.

But people did not want to be imprisoned in the underworld, and used their faith to influence the heavens, hoping to free their souls.

Donor, if it weren't for this man's greed and desire for life, your coming here would be useless."

As he spoke, the old man slowly stood up, took out a piece of transparent crystal like glass from his arms, and handed it to Zhang Yifeng.

"This item condenses the wishes of all living beings. I see that the donor has extraordinary luck. Take this item and walk in the world."

As soon as he finished speaking, the old man's figure disappeared between heaven and earth. A pure force of faith surged here, disappearing along with the old man.

Zhang Yifeng took a deep breath and put away the crystal.

In such a chaotic world, the high sky will not disappear. As long as there are wishes of all living beings and pray for protection from others, the power of the wishes will turn into the high sky.

The old man in front of him was the so-called good thoughts from the sky, while the dream was the result of the evil thoughts from the sky. The wishes of mortals actually merged with demons and evil creatures, transforming into three evil spirits that coexist here.

If it weren't for the persistence of these mortals, none of this would have happened.

After a long time, Zhang Yifeng looked at the empty village, thoughtfully.

"what happened?"

At this moment, Qing Yurou caught up and looked at Zhang Yifeng, puzzled.

Zhang Yifeng waved his hand: "Go back."

The people in the village are just the embodiment of the remaining obsessions. Those who survived are alive, and those who died are dead.

As for whether these survivors would one day pray for the coming of the gods from heaven again, Zhang Yifeng was not sure.

The name of this place is Gaotianshang. If it is changed to some other place, the name will become Laotianye, or it will become Tianbodhisattva. No matter how it changes, its core has never changed.

"In such a chaotic time, it's not surprising that mortals pray for a way to survive."

On the flying boat, Zhang Yifeng thought so.

After taking out the crystal, Zhang Yifeng looked at the divine patterns on it and was shocked.

The crystal in the hand is only the size of a palm, and is quite thin. It looks like a magnified snowflake, with various branches intertwined with each other.

Holding this object in his hand, Zhang Yifeng could feel that there was some power of faith left in this crystal, which should have been left by those mortals when they knelt down to worship the sky.

"What is this?"

Qing Yurou raised her eyebrows, looked at the crystal in Zhang Yifeng's hand, and asked in confusion.

Zhang Yifeng chuckled: "Good stuff, this should be the biggest gain of this trip."

After saying this, Zhang Yifeng said no more, but closed his eyes and sat in meditation. In his mind, he was deducing over and over again the world he had opened up by integrating the power of immortals and demons when he was in the underground pit.

The means of creating one's own world are not uncommon, but it also depends on the origin of the world.

The more powerful the origin of the world is, the more it can form its own world, and this self-contained world will become more and more powerful.

In this chaotic world, if one can thoroughly master such means, Zhang Yifeng will be able to walk sideways even when facing an Immortal Saint, let alone the Immortal Venerable Realm.

As Zhang Yifeng deduced, this secret method was being improved bit by bit.

After an unknown number of days, a loud shout, accompanied by bursts of thunder, interrupted Zhang Yifeng's practice.

"You little brat from the Demon Slayer Clan, leave the Heaven and Earth Crystal behind and quickly get out of the territory of my Great Desert Imperial Clan!"

In the distance, a huge flying boat that looked like a small mountain was suspended in the air.

Above the sky, a heavenly thunder formation had already taken shape, trapping Zhang Yifeng and Qing Yurou inside.

"What is Heaven and Earth Crystal? We don't know! Also, you'd better be respectful when you speak to me. This person is the master of Jiuhua Immortal Peak of the Demon Slaying Sect, and he is now one of the Immortal Saints of the Demon Slaying Sect!"

Qing Yurou spoke coldly, and then transmitted her voice: "The Great Desert Imperial Clan has always been arrogant and domineering. They always rob the things they set their eyes on. Don't be afraid. After all, you are the Immortal Saint of the Demon Slayer Sect. They dare not do anything to you and me."

“Oh, among the immortal saints? You stole the most precious treasure of my Great Desert Imperial Clan, and you still dare to act crazy and stupid. Even if you are an immortal saint, so what? Even if the immortal saint Lian Tian is here today, I will not give you any face!”

On the flying boat, the sturdy man in heavy armor snorted coldly and looked at Zhang Yifeng: "Hand over the Heaven and Earth Crystal quickly, my patience is limited!"