I weave my destiny in parallel time and space

On the edge of a cliff at the top of Dancheng Mountain.

Zhang Daoling was sitting quietly on a rock meditating.

In front of him was the boundless sky, and the sea of ​​clouds seemed to be tumbling with the rhythm of his breathing, ebbing and flowing like ocean waves.

The plain-colored robes fluttered gently in the breeze, as if the elves in the mountains were dancing. There was a deep calm on his face, his eyes were slightly closed, as if he was integrated with the heaven and earth.

The wind on the top of the mountain was very strong, but he was like a pine tree rooted in the rock, sitting there steadily, motionless.

Miraculous light surged around him, some birds rested on the branches around him, and wild beasts watched him silently.

Around him, there were many animals from the mountains and forests, including wild boars, wild deer, and even a tiger.

But this group of animals, which seemed completely unable to exist in one place, were all lying quietly on the grass at the moment, staring at Zhang Daoling's meditation.

Their eyes are filled with agility, just like humans.

Soon, a Taoist priest wearing Taoist robes fell behind him. He had white hair and a childish face, making it difficult to tell his age.

He is Zhang Sulin, the fortune-telling Taoist priest that Xia Ya and Alicia met when they first traveled to Beichen many years ago.

"Ancestor, something happened in this world."

Zhang Daoling slowly opened his eyes, the sword intent flowing in his eyes, and everyone around him seemed to feel a sharp sword being pressed against his neck.

But soon, this sharpness quickly disappeared.

In other words, this sharp sword was hidden in the body.

He slowly stood up with his sleeves fluttering. Compared to the boy's body he had in the past, he was now an adult, with a tall and straight figure and an immortal spirit.

His figure seems to blend into this ancient landscape painting, becoming a unique landscape. He was wearing a blue robe, embroidered with cloud patterns and cranes, as if telling his mysterious origins. His long hair is like a waterfall, hanging naturally on his shoulders, exuding an otherworldly and aloof temperament.

He has a delicate face, a high nose bridge, and slightly curled lips. Those deep eyes seem to hide endless stories and wisdom, making people intoxicated involuntarily. His skin was as white as jade, as if he had never experienced the vicissitudes of time.

Time seemed to slow down and become quiet in front of him. His temperament is noble and restrained, with both the elegance of an immortal and the warmth of a human being. Like a blooming white lotus, it blooms quietly in the world of mortals, exuding a faint fragrance.

"Have you made another breakthrough?" Zhang Sulin couldn't help but ask.

"There are no bottlenecks, how can we break through?" Zhang Daoling said slowly, "This is my past state."

"This disciple is stupid." Zhang Sulin lowered his head and said.

After a pause, Zhang Sulin said, "Then what should we do now?"

"In troubled times, it is the time when Taoism comes down from the mountain." Zhang Daoling said.

Zhang Sulin nodded and bowed to Zhang Daoling.

"I understand, I will go and gather the Taoist disciples right away."

After saying that, he immediately turned around and left here.

Zhang Daoling watched Zhang Sulin slowly disappear from his sight.

He turned around slowly, and a sharp sword placed beside the stone trembled slightly.

"Zheng!"

With a sword cry, the sharp sword flew out of the body and flew to Zhang Daoling's side.

Zhang Daoling raised his hand and held the sword, and then he and the sword turned into a sword light and escaped into the clouds below.

And at the same time on the other side.

In an office in a building in Yaodu.

Wang Hanlin, who had previously gone to the ancient empire to hold a meeting with Mycroft and others, was here.

But now he was standing by the window, looking at the distant coastline, and at the same time communicating with someone on the phone in his hand.

The building he is standing on now is more than 300 meters high and has more than 100 floors. It is the tallest building in the entire demon city, so he can also have a panoramic view of the entire demon city.

In fact, the technology to build such high-rise buildings already existed in this era. In fact, the Empire State Building in another world was built around this time.

Of course, there are many companies on these more than 100 floors, and this office is only temporarily rented by them.

The municipal building is still being rebuilt and many officials have their offices here.

Of course, according to common sense, an official of Wang Hanlin's level should be in the capital or with Ramses at this moment.

Now high-ranking officials from various countries gathered in that empire.

The headquarters of the United Nations were also temporarily moved there.

One is because the underground city is safe enough, and the other is that it has the technology of another civilization. Just having cross-era communication capabilities is enough for it to become the command center of the "United Front".

There, it would be easier for all countries in the world to unite the world's forces to fight against those dragons.

The first group of core leaders of Beichen has passed, and Wang Hanlin and others are the second group.

If it weren't for this series of sudden accidents, they would now be either on the plane or in the ancient empire.

Besides him, there are two other people in this office.

One is a woman sitting behind a desk, wearing a plain cheongsam.

She looked very old, probably sixty or seventy years old. Time had left many marks on her face, but it had not taken away her beauty. It has a kind of elegance that has accumulated over time.

There was a tea set in front of her, and she was making tea slowly.

Standing on the other side of her was a middle-aged man wearing a military uniform. Looking at the color of his uniform, it could be seen that he should be a navy man.

Soon, Wang Hanlin put down the things in his hands and looked at the woman.

"Lord Russell, according to the current intelligence, the enemy appears in the Ocean of Tempest."

The woman in front of Wang Hanlin was the Foreign Minister Beichen who went to Beiluo to meet with Joan of Arc and others.

Of course, she is no longer the foreign minister, but one of the top people in the country.

Russell didn't answer, but silently poured a cup of tea into the tea cup in front of him, then raised his hand to signal him to give it a try.

Wang Hanlin didn't go to drink tea, but couldn't help but said.

"Aren't you worried? Most of the Tempest Ocean belongs to Beichen!"

"What's the point of being anxious?" Russell asked, "If you're anxious, will all those things die?"

Wang Hanlin fell silent. He didn't speak. He just sat in front of Russell, raised the tea cup in front of him and took a sip.

"I have said it before, a large country has great advantages, but it also has great disadvantages." Russell said calmly, "With such a long coastline, the military expenditures invested are very huge, and it is easy to disperse the power.

This is how the Beichen Empire was dragged to death in the past.

My suggestion is to abandon some small islands with small economic benefits and try to move the population inland.

Establish defense lines around the Yingguo and Liuguo Islands, gather strength, and defend the enemy from outside the country. "