Prehistoric: Twin lotuses with parallel stems

Haotian's practice of reincarnation ended in vain, and he was reborn as an ordinary person, experiencing birth, old age, sickness and death. He should not have woken up so early.

Moreover, Lu Yue’s methods against human souls were ineffective. Even if he died, he could continue to reincarnate normally without being affected.

It’s just that Haotian has always been worried that someone is plotting against him, so he didn’t dare to explain his true situation to Jieyin at first.

Although it was reincarnation, Haotian's true spirit was not deeply stressed, but was revived prematurely under the stimulation of strong emotional fluctuations.

After returning to heaven, Haotian calmed down a lot, but the anger in his heart had not subsided at all.

In the Lingxiao Palace, as in the past, all the immortals and gods were dismissed, leaving only a few trusted figures.

The Sky Fox is still among them. He has countless clones and can perform many functions.

Mount Xumi, Qingqiu, Heaven... he is there.

The Sky Fox could clearly sense the anger boiling in Haotian's heart, which had nothing to do with his path of cultivation involving the seven emotions of living beings.

Haotian's uncontrollable anger was visible at a glance.

Yao Chi was comforting her senior brother. At the same time, the girl that Haotian brought back had been handed over to a group of fairies for care.

The girl who was lucky enough to survive because Haotian was stimulated and revived early was Haotian's reincarnated sister.

Haotian had a calm expression and a deep gaze.

In fact, Haotian could foresee the impact his decision would have on the situation of the ancient world.

As long as a saint is involved, heaven and earth will be in chaos.

If it were usual, Haotian might have asked Tianhu and Dongmugong for their opinions, but he did not do so now, as he had made up his mind.

It’s not that Haotian doesn’t trust these two people, but Haotian knows very well that discussion is useless.

Tianhu's attitude has always been very clear. Although he has done his job conscientiously, he has always been unwilling to put in too much effort and has only been doing his duty.

Moreover, from Tianhu's perspective, asking would only make things awkward.

The mind of a sage is difficult to guess.

Haotian knew that the relationship between the two people in Qingqiu and Daozu Hongjun was different from that of ordinary people, and he also roughly understood that the two people would not make things difficult for him, even if it was for Daozu Hongjun's sake.

But it is hard to say whether the other party will support you. It is not wise to make things difficult for the other party in this situation.

As for Dong Mugong, it is useless to ask him. Although he was once the top existence among the innate saints, he died too early.

Now that it has revived and returned, its strength is not weak, but it is just not weak.

In addition, the person who once proposed to him to seek support from Daozu was Dong Mugong.

Haotian did not mention his own plans, but just listened quietly to Dong Mugong's report on recent events.

Just a few decades, too short, there are actually very few things that need to be reported.

Soon, Haotian and Yaochi were the only ones left in the hall.

"Junior sister, I have made up my mind. I will go back to Zixiao Palace and ask to see the master." Haotian said calmly.

Yao Chi was slightly surprised, but after a moment of silence, she nodded and did not object.

"Well, go ahead, the master will decide for us."

Compared to Haotian, Yao Chi has not changed much since leaving Zixiao Palace.

Although she is in charge of managing the female fairies in heaven, she has relatively few things to worry about, let alone the plight of heaven.

Since leaving Zixiao Palace, they have never returned. Zixiao Palace is secluded and difficult to find.

Although Yao Chi wanted to go back and see Master Daozu, who was the person closest to her, she still suppressed the thought.

“But if I do this, I’m afraid that I will offend several of my senior brothers…” Yao Chi was still a little worried.

Haotian shook his head and didn't say much.

This was no longer his concern, or rather, he didn't have many concerns.

Senior brother? It's just my wishful thinking.

Haotian left the heaven and went straight out of the sky.

In the ancient times, there were several eyes looking at him. It was difficult to hide one's tracks except for those who were saints, and Haotian never thought of hiding.

He was not worried at all that someone would stop him, and he believed that no one would stop him.

Who would dare to be so bold under the nose of Daozu?

The looks in each pair were uncertain and difficult to understand, with different thoughts flashing across their faces.

At this moment, in the eyes of the saint, the trajectories of the great trends of heaven and earth have converged and become clear.

But when he peeped further ahead, he found that the mysteries had become more chaotic and changeable, with the auras of saints intertwined, and it was beyond the ability of one person to sort out.

Outside the ancient sky, Haotian stood in the void, looking at the empty surroundings, but could not see the Zixiao Palace.

"Disciple Haotian, begging to see Master Daozu."

Haotian knelt down respectfully in the air, performing the ritual of a disciple's kowtow.

The void is calm and peaceful, without any waves.

Haotian bowed his head and waited.

Now that we have come this far, there is no going back.

By the time he arrived here, he had already offended all the senior brothers he should have offended, and all his concerns were meaningless.

Time passed in silence, and then a voice sounded.

"come in."

The voice was as calm as ever, but it made Haotian feel relieved.

An ancient palace is shrouded in chaos and filled with endless Taoist ideas, appearing in the vastness. The three great Taoist inscriptions of "Zixiao Palace" exude supreme majesty.

The gate of Zixiao Palace opened, and in the depths, a figure in a white Taoist robe was sitting cross-legged.

The saints who saw this scene couldn't help but feel solemn in their hearts. Haotian really entered the Zixiao Palace and met the Taoist Hongjun.

This was enough for them to spy out many things. Daozu Hongjun seldom directly interfered in the affairs of the prehistoric world after he achieved the Dao. And there was no doubt that Daozu Hongjun was the one who could most dominate the overall situation of the prehistoric world.

Several people had different thoughts in their minds, and their gazes crossed each other in the void and then disappeared.

In Shangqiu, an inconspicuous courtyard is filled with colorful flowers and plants, with a faint fragrance.

Long Ji was doing her job. She had quite a lot of experience in taking care of flowers and plants.

Although these ordinary flowers and plants were much more delicate than spiritual roots, many of them were killed by her.

But it is easy to kill it and it is also easy to revive it, so it’s not a big problem.

On the contrary, after these ordinary spiritual herbs were watered with the degraded Three Lights Divine Water transformed by her Three Lights Divine Art, they underwent a direct qualitative change, and their quality was greatly improved.

Qingxuan sat under the shade of a tree in the yard, looking up at the sky, lost in thought.

A woman in a green dress leaned behind him, combing Qingxuan's hair with great interest, but her skills were not very good, and it was far less exquisite than her own bun.

Because she didn't style her own hair.

"Qingxuan, what are you looking at?"

Seeing Qingxuan looking at the void with his eyes slightly narrowed, Qinglian looked up at the sky and saw nothing on the tree. He leaned over and asked in confusion.

"Look where no one can see, the winds and clouds gather, the situation fluctuates, and the destiny changes." Qingxuan responded casually.

Qinglian frowned slightly, with a look of dissatisfaction. She felt that Qingxuan was fooling her. She pulled Qingxuan's long hair gently, but not satisfied, so she reached out to pull Qingxuan's ear.

"Speak properly, don't say anything inexplicable, I don't want to hear it."

Qingxuan tilted his head and dodged the outstretched devil's claws, but this made the people next to him even more dissatisfied and puffed up their cheeks.

Qinglian's emotional fluctuations were indeed much more obvious, unlike the calm and still self she had in the past.

"Qingxuan, the old man who always pesters you to play chess is nearing the end of his lifespan and may not live long."

"Ah."

"You're right. He's really not that good at playing chess. He can't even beat me. And he likes to regret his moves and take advantage of his seniority."

"He never regretted his moves before."

Qinglian frowned and stared at Qingxuan. She always felt that there was something behind Qingxuan's words.

But nothing could be seen on Qingxuan's face, and his eyes were as gentle as ever.

Qinglian didn't bother to ask further questions and started talking about other things.

"The lady who used to sell flowers and plants doesn't do that anymore. I heard that she got a chance and broke through, so she doesn't do that anymore. What a pity."

"Yeah." Qingxuan listened quietly and responded.

"Yi accompanied Chang'e home, and it seemed that she was saying that the emperor was going to abdicate and retire. By the way, Yi was reluctant to go at first, but Chang'e told him that her family had all kinds of rare animals and recipes passed down by the former Emperor Yan, and she easily coaxed Yi to go."

"Not only that, Dijiang also followed secretly, under the pretext of escorting them." Qingxuan added with a smile.

"Why don't we go? Chang'e has also invited us to her home as a guest?"

"You want to eat and drink for free too? Whatever you want to eat, I'll make it for you. Don't worry, my cooking skills are better than theirs."

"boast."

Bragging? How could that be? Even if the old fellow Hong Yun is good at it, he is definitely not as good as me, right? The Classic of Mountains and Seas that I compiled is definitely more valuable than his recipe book.

"You want to take a look?"

Qinglian thought for a while and shook her head.

"Not very much."

"Believe me, there's nothing to see. It's troublesome to go to see the Emperor. If you don't really want to go, there's no need."

"A lot of trouble? But Dijiang told me not to worry about any trouble. There is nothing he can't handle. If one punch is not enough, he will use two punches." Qinglian said seriously.

Qing Xuan's face darkened: "Qing Lian, don't listen to anything that guy says from now on. He is just stupid and doesn't understand anything. You will become stupid if you listen to him."

Qinglian tilted her head: "Is that so? But I think it makes sense."

"No, no, no, Dijiang and Yi are both idiots. Look at them. Even Chang'e can easily fool them. Isn't that stupid?"

"That's true." Qinglian nodded.

"So, don't believe what they say, and don't learn from them. If Dijiang talks too much, just beat him up." Qingxuan warned earnestly.

Qinglian hesitated: "Dijiang seems very strong, I can't beat him."

"Don't worry, you can beat him up, he won't dare to fight back."

"why?"

"Because I am his boss, I will deduct his salary." Qingxuan said righteously.

Although he had never paid Dijiang any salary, he had a strong reason to do so. Besides, who said that he couldn't make deductions if there was no salary?

Somewhere tens of thousands of miles away from Shangqiu, a burly man mixed in with the marching team suddenly shivered for no reason, looked around, but noticed nothing.

This is strange, could it be that girl Hou Tu has come out again?

That shouldn't be the case. I didn't sneak out this time. I came here to do serious business. I definitely didn't do anything reckless. The two people from Qingqiu can testify for me.

Shaking his head, Di Jiang didn’t think any more. The Wu clan was fearless!

He had heard from his brothers before that Shennong, the reincarnation of the Human Emperor Hongyun, was very skilled in eating one dish, not inferior to their Wu clan. He had to see if it was true.