The starting point is 900 million. What’s wrong if I drag it a little bit?

When Ouyang fell into the middle-thousand world of the so-called "underworld", the three saints of heaven and earth felt something in their hearts.

The first person to sense it was the saint who was in charge of the reincarnation of heaven and earth, wandering in the long river of time all year round.

This saint of heaven and earth has returned to the long river of time since his little junior sister fell into coma, using the power of his twelve demon gods as a boat to travel on the long river.

The great sage who is now in charge of the reincarnation of heaven and earth spends all day sailing on the long river of time, carving a boat and seeking a sword.

It is rumored by all living beings that there is a saint who monitors the past of all sentient beings, rafts on the long river of time, and watches the timeline of past events.

This sage of heaven and earth will judge what all sentient beings have done in the past, thereby determining their culpability in this life.

According to the depth of the guilt, the beings who will be reincarnated in the next life are determined.

In fact, all living things do not know that this saint of heaven and earth spent millions of years just to find what he was missing in the past.

With the same insistence as his junior sister, this saint always believed that there must be something forgotten about him.

The more time passes, the heavier this forgotten thing becomes in my heart.

After a million years, the saint of heaven and earth, who had been burdened by this heart disease, was a little breathless.

Under the gray hair, the originally majestic face was full of desolation.

It seems that every second of life is painful, but how can the saint who controls reincarnation die?

The saint will not be martyred because of this. At this time, there are countless living beings behind Chen Changsheng who depend on the saint for their lives.

From the beginning of a long river of time to now rafting in the long river of time, this saint of heaven and earth has been going back and forth for millions of years.

Don't leave anything behind, and come back quickly if there is anything, for fear of being delayed for even a second.

In these millions of years, even when the battle between gods and ghosts was at its most intense, after a battle with a saint who represented Shinto and exhausted all his cards in the long river of time.

The saint still dragged his seriously injured body back to the river of time non-stop, recuperating while continuing to search.

The sad thing is that he doesn't know what he is looking for, or even why he is looking for it, but just searching over and over again seems to be the only way to atone for his sins.

On this day, the saint, who was still preparing to carve a mark on the carving knife, suddenly felt something in his heart.

When he suddenly raised his head, he happened to see a tiny blue meteor passing in front of his eyes.

The eyes of this always majestic saint of heaven and earth suddenly shrank. For the first time in a million years, the saint lost his composure. He stood up in a hurry and wanted to chase the inaudible meteor.

But he forgot that he was on the long river of time at this moment. With one step, the saint fell down from the boat.

Floating forward in the long river of time, the saint with great magic power now looks like an ordinary person.

Stumbling on the long river of time, I want to chase in the direction of the meteor.

But the meteor flashed by and disappeared in the river of time in the blink of an eye.

The saint who lost track of his target sat in the long river of time blankly for a long time before returning to the boat.

I just thought that I was just dazzled, which made me lose my composure.

He picked up the carving knife again, just about to continue carving the scratch that had not yet been carved.

Countless vague memories began to emerge in the saint's mind.

When those vague memories came to mind, they made the saint feel like they had something stuck in his throat, and his eyes instantly became blurry.

At this moment, it was as if he had returned to Chen Changsheng when he was a human monk before he became a saint.

Chen Changsheng, who was quietly carving a boat and seeking a sword on the long river of time, paused in his hand, and the carving knife in his hand fell into the long river of time.

Looking at the dense scratches carved in front of his eyes, he lowered his head like a statue and looked at the long river of time in front of him.

Big tears dripped down the back of his hands, and his veiny hands clung to the board of the boat, his nails embedded in the boards.

The timeline in front of Chen Changsheng was exactly the timeline when he planned to seize Zuyuan.

He changed his body and gave up the name of Chen Changsheng to become Zu Yuan.

It was also the day when my own timeline was broken, and it was also from that day on that the timelines of my three senior brothers were tightly tied together.

I have watched the timeline countless times, but this time there was a slight change.

On the knot tightly tied by the three brothers, a flash of cyan flashed past.

Although vague, although inaudible. Although fleeting.

But a figure, a voice, and a blue shirt were firmly imprinted in Chen Changsheng's eyes.

Qingshan clasped his hands on his chest and looked at himself with a smile. As his lips opened and closed slightly, Chen Changsheng seemed to hear Qingshan calling his name.

When I saw that scene in the green shirt, all the memories came back.

The part that I thought I was missing had been completed when I saw Qing Shi.

And this kind of completion made Chen Changsheng not happy, but almost suffocating pain.

Chen Changsheng's body began to tremble involuntarily, his breathing began to become rapid, and his strength was almost drained out in an instant.

I looked at the green shirt flashing in front of me over and over again, unable to see the face or hear the voice clearly.

But it was so familiar that Chen Changsheng felt that his breathing was heavier than ever before.

At this moment, Chen Changsheng felt as uncomfortable as suffocation.

The hanging feeling of his heart being pinched hard by a big hand and then suddenly released, made Chen Changsheng fall powerlessly onto the boat.

His eyes looked at the thousands of long rivers of time high in the sky, and the stars were dotted in his eyes, but they could not reflect any sparkle.

He, the sage of heaven and earth, seemed to have become a joke after millions of years of fighting for orthodoxy.

While laughing at myself as a reborn person, I stepped on the shoulders of my most important person and climbed to the so-called highest peak!

In the thousands of worlds, there is no secret before the Holy Saint of Heaven and Earth. In the next moment, Chen Changsheng knew where the meteor that flashed past went.

When he knew that the meteor was about to be reincarnated, Chen Changsheng subconsciously grabbed the side of the boat and wanted to get up and go immediately.

As long as he is willing, Chen Changsheng can appear in front of that green shirt in the next second!

But Chen Changsheng's hand froze there, not daring to make any more moves.

Chen Changsheng was really scared. He was afraid that if he persisted in going his own way, Xi Qingshan would be injured because of him.

I'm afraid that if I take a look at the green shirt, I will cause any harm to the green shirt!

But the millions of years of longing made Chen Changsheng feel uncomfortable as if his body had been drained, and he staggered to sit up.

Chen Changsheng murmured in a low voice, followed Qing Shan's lips in his mind, and repeated them tremblingly:

"It's Changsheng. Do you know you can go home?"