Quick Wear: Host, are you playing here?

The blood flowed backwards, breathing became difficult, and his whole body felt as if it had been struck by the nine-fold thunder.

"I..."

It's probably because my cultivation level dissipated too quickly!

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The newly renovated Wuchen Hall is magnificent, with mica shells inlaid on the walls that sparkle in the sun, and the interior of the hall also looks brand new.

In the final analysis, it’s all about what’s comfortable and what looks good.

In the magnificent hall, various tributes were offered from time to time, all of which were the work of the cultivation world and the demon clan.

The one being worshipped is naturally Hua Xia, who is widely renowned in the two worlds and feared by the Heavenly Dao.

What a joke! The Nine-Layer Heavenly Thunder will hit wherever you point it.

Shouldn’t such ancestors be worshipped?

Hua Xia became the master of the two worlds. After "emotional cultivation", they became a Taoist couple and invited everyone from the two worlds. Strangely, the demons held their heads high and were extremely proud.

The one who ‘married’ the ancestor of the cultivation world was their Lord Demon!

The cold and noble Wuqing Patriarch, a famous and noble person, was like opening the door to a new world after practicing dual cultivation. What is Wuqing Dao? What is respecting the master? They are all empty words.

This whole day, Hua Xia was really overwhelmed as he followed her closely within three feet of him.

"Idiot, we should go."

It was just talk. Although Hua Xia was very distressed, she never mentioned leaving on her own initiative.

As for this Merciless Dao's spiritual power that was dissipating, I don't know if Shen Changshu suddenly changed to practice other Taoist methods. After practicing dual cultivation, his spiritual power not only stopped dissipating, but instead it was like riding a rocket, replenishing all his cultivation base.

Hua Xia also advanced from the Spirit Transformation Stage to the Mahayana Stage. A thunder calamity came in response, and people a hundred miles away retreated one after another.

After a mighty roar, a bolt of lightning struck down from the sky, and the flowing lightning moved onto the fish forked on the homemade barbecue grill.

The next second, a burnt smell came.

Hua Xia looked up at the sky: "Pay attention to the heat!"

The calamity cloud rolled, and when it fell again, it became thin and small.

Fifty miles away, people were looking at the thunder on Wuchen Peak from afar. This time, there were more than fifty thunder strikes.

After the thunderstorm, everyone rushed to the scene without knowing why. There were all kinds of barbecue on the dining table in front of Wuchen Palace.

"......." More than fifty thunderbolts struck, and I thought something was wrong...

After all, they were short-sighted.

Shen Changshu, who was reading a book in the hall, looked at the woman outside the door who was greeting people doing business. His eyes moved and a hint of gloom flashed across them.

Hua Xia was still shouting: "Tianlei grilled fish and meat, 50,000 top-grade spirit stones a bunch, don't miss it if you pass by."

【...】

This has been going on for nearly a hundred years.

One hundred years later, on a peaceful day, the ascension thunder tribulation came in response to the destiny and landed right above the Wuchen Peak.

The people who no longer retreated a hundred miles away were used to it, but this time the nine-fold thunder tribulation was not meant to strike Hua Xia.

Hua Xia looked at the person floating in the air. The thunder surged and struck down without any mercy, but it could not hurt the person at all.

After the ninth level of sound, Feisheng suddenly rose up, the sky and the earth changed color, and everyone was terrified.

In the world of cultivation, no one has successfully ascended to heaven for thousands of years.

In mid-air, a thunderstorm came, and the black thunderclouds dispersed. The sky was cloudless, and a ray of light appeared in the sky. Shen Changshu's figure continued to rise.

Hua Xia sat on the soft couch below and watched indifferently.

The next second, a long sword of flowing light was summoned, flew straight up and landed between a pair of bony fingers.

250 Doubt: [Host, what does the boss want to do? ]

A hundred years have passed, and the system didn't expect that the host would survive like this. When it's bored occasionally, it won't say things like "see you in the next world" to the villain.

If Shen Changshu succeeds in ascending this time, he will automatically leave this world.

However, there seems to be something wrong with the current situation.

In mid-air, with a sword in his hand, Shen Changshu raised his hand as if to stab himself.

Hua Xia blinked very slowly and said calmly, "He wants to interrupt my ascension now."

In mid-air, the wind suddenly blew quickly, and the faint ray of skylight, the revealed fairyland light, began to flicker and appear and disappear.

Shen Changshu seemed to sense something, paused, and looked down.

There was a complex expression in his deep eyes, and his heart felt a little sour. Some memories that did not belong to him suddenly appeared in his mind.

Messy fragments, strange faces, familiar eyes...

Familiar feeling...

Shen Changshu spoke again, his voice hoarse: "You go."

Hua Xia smiled faintly: "Okay."

250 seemed to understand something, and the system automatically converted the data: [Automatically leaving the world...]

【Escape was successful.】

When the people rushed over, they saw that the woman whom they worshipped as the Immortal Lord suddenly disappeared from the couch, leaving only a velvet blanket covering the couch.

Everyone looked at the ancestor, guessing that the ancestor had ascended to heaven, and the Immortal Lord also returned to the fairyland.

Before everyone could be moved by the story of this immortal couple, they saw the old ancestor suddenly fall from mid-air, his tall body standing upright with his white clothes fluttering. The ray of light at the edge of the sky closed.

Shen Changshu stood still, his eyes fixed on one place, he retracted his immortal sword, and the twinkling starlight reappeared on his fluttering white robe.

The people watching were all people with great accomplishments in the world of cultivation, and they could tell at this moment that it was dissipated spiritual power.

"this......"

Didn't the ancestor successfully survive the catastrophe? How could this happen?!

The sky closed, all the phenomena of ascension disappeared, the Immortal Lord left, why didn’t the ancestor go too?

Everyone was confused, and when they looked up again, they found that Shen Changshu's long silver hair was slowly turning black.

Everyone who has experienced this for a hundred years knows what this means.

But......

Everyone started to want to ask something, and suddenly they realized that they were no longer on Wuchen Peak.

Someone used spiritual power to send them out!

It’s the ancestor!

By the time everyone rushed back, the barrier of Wuchen Peak was so thick that even with everyone working together, they couldn't detect it at all, let alone set foot in it.

This locked them all out.

Lin Heng, who had already become the head of Tianqing, came out to disperse everyone because someone found Lin Xiner's well-preserved body outside the Datong Secret Realm and it was sent back.

At that moment, he realized that the man was gone.

The last memories of everyone in the world of cultivation and the demon sect were of the old ancestor standing tall in a white robe with embroidered dark patterns, with his cold back slowly covered by the closing door of the Wuchen Palace.

The closed palace door cuts out the outside world.

No one knew what happened, and hundreds of years later, only a few legends remained.

At this moment in the system space, this scene was being projected on the light screen in mid-air.

Behind the closed noble door, in front of the back, were Shen Changshu's slowly falling tears. His thin lips opened and closed, and he said silently, "Don't go."