Sister takes space and bravely enters the world of cultivation

Time flies by like a white horse.

Three days passed in the blink of an eye. The three people were immersed in their own world, racing against time and not knowing what day it was. The first person to wake up was the ancestor.

Before dawn, after Que Yi and Que Er inspected the guards under martial law, they went to monitor Singer for a quarter of an hour with Xin Changxing. Seeing that there was nothing unusual, they quickly returned to Songhe Courtyard and stood guard at the gate of the inner courtyard. This was the most important place at the moment.

Gradually, until the sky turned pale and the morning light was dim, the whole Qianghe Town woke up from its slumber, and everything was ready to welcome the new day. Everything was new, as if the smoke of the battle that day no longer existed, and the mountains and rivers were still so beautiful, quiet and pleasant.

The next moment, a golden crow leaped out of the horizon and rose into the sky, emitting a brilliant and dazzling glow. The earth seemed to be covered with a gorgeous golden dress. The interweaving of bright lights shone brightly, as beautiful as shining on flowing brocade, as if the whole world was lit up.

On this beautiful sunny day with clear blue sky, the door of the inner room of Songheyuan slowly opened from the inside, and a tall and dignified man in purple stepped out.

He had a handsome face, a graceful figure, sword-like eyebrows slanting into his temples, and bright and pleasant eyes like a deep cold pond, which made people fall in love with him at first sight.

The man exuded a cool and noble temperament, as if he was not of this world, and people dared not offend him easily. He walked lightly, and every step seemed to contain endless power and majesty.

Those sharp eyes were like the brightest stars in the night sky, flashing with a cold light, but they also revealed a sense of vicissitudes of life that had accumulated over the years. This vicissitudes softened his cold temperament, making him no longer look like an unattainable god.

The man's eyes swept around, seemingly careless, but in fact he was very perceptive. Everything in the world seemed to be visible in his eyes, as if he could see through the appearance to the truth behind things. However, despite his keen insight and deep wisdom, his eyes showed a bit of indifference. His detached attitude towards worldly troubles made him look like a god who was isolated from the world, overlooking the troubles of the world.

This was Diwu Zhao, the once famous Ziwei Emperor Diwu Zhao. At this moment, he was just like the portrait that Xuanyuan Lang had seen at the beginning. He finally walked down from that portrait.

If you are familiar with him, you will find that he seems to be a little different. In the past, he was both good and evil, not bound by secular ethics, doing things as he pleased, and his eyes were always filled with sarcasm and a sense of watching the world.

However, at this moment, perhaps because he had experienced the hardships of escaping death, his eyes were no longer filled with a frightening fierceness.

There is also a sense of indifference and clarity as if one has seen through everything in the world and regards everything as floating clouds.

This kind of gaze not only shows the relief from past painful experiences, but also contains a kind of tranquility and depth that transcends worldly disturbances. It is like a clear but bottomless lake, which appears calm on the surface but hides endless stories and wisdom inside.

The first person to discover Diwu Zhao was Xuanyuan Chang who was guarding outside the door. Hearing footsteps, he slowly opened his eyes and suddenly saw the ancestor who suddenly appeared in front of him, still the same appearance as in his memory.

Xuanyuan Chang's pupils trembled, and his mind was shaken. It was as if fireworks were exploding in his head, and he fell into a daze.

This... this... this...

It seemed like a long time had passed, and time seemed to freeze at this moment. Xuanyuan Chang's eyes, which had been extremely resolute, were gradually filled with tears. These crystal clear tears were like pearls that had broken off the string, sliding down his cheeks one by one silently.

He opened his mouth and wanted to shout loudly for his ancestors, but his throat seemed to be choked by a hard stone and he could not make any sound.

The scenes of that thin shoulder carrying everything and fleeing to the ends of the earth with the ancestor's ice coffin appeared in his mind one by one at this moment.

He was instantly broken.

A series of low and suppressed sobs came out of her mouth, which were filled with endless sadness and pain. Tears continued to flow out like a flood, blurring the figure of the person in front of her.

The constant whimpering sounds finally turned into loud crying, like a child who had suffered a lot of grievances and finally found an adult to cry to, venting out his anger.

The fear, helplessness, anxiety and hesitation buried deep in his heart were completely released when he saw the ancestor standing in front of him.

Time seemed to have passed for a century. Diwu Zhao slowly walked to Xuanyuan Chang, wiped away his tears, and said in a choked voice,

"Chang'er, you've suffered so much. Now that we have our ancestors around, no one will bully you anymore."

"Wuwuwu...ah...Grandfather! Chang'er has finally been waiting for you..."

Diwu Zhao gently patted Xuanyuan Chang's back, just like when they were little, gently comforting the little Diwu Chang who was crying uncontrollably after losing a fight. At this moment, time seemed to have returned to that year and that day long ago.

After an unknown amount of time, Xuanyuan Chang's turbulent emotions gradually calmed down. He then raised his head and looked at the old ancestor's face, which had regained its youthful and handsome appearance. However, because of his previous injury, he had not taken care of himself, and now he was crying so hard that the world was shaken and the ghosts wept. His appearance was really a bit unbearable to look at.

"Hehe, I'm sorry to make fun of you. Chang'er doesn't usually cry."

"Haha, get up quickly. After all, you are already an old man, and your children and grandchildren are all that old. Don't cry so hard, it's really not a good look."

"Hehe, what the ancestors said is right." Xuanyuan Chang stood up, brushed his clothes, and smiled unconsciously on his face.

"Grandfather, how do you feel now? Are you feeling well?"

"Well, my body and cultivation have recovered to their peak, all thanks to Ling Yatou! Speaking of Ling Yatou, has she come out of retreat? Also, where did Alang and the others go? Why didn't I see them?"

Diwu Zhao slowly walked to the main seat and sat down. He then began to look around. There was no one else in the hall except Que Yi and Que Er at the door, and... the barrier was also activated.

what happened?

Diwu Zhao looked at Xuanyuan Chang in confusion and said,

"Chang'er, what's going on? What happened during the time I was asleep? Why is the protective array activated?"

"Grandfather, listen to Chang'er, a few days ago..." Xuanyuan Chang told Diwu Zhao in detail what happened that day when Singh and his men came to the door.