The spiritual energy has revived, and all the exercises I compiled have been practiced.

Chapter 519 Zhoutian Relics
In the ancient painting, a middle-aged man in a long robe is holding a scroll and looking up at the moon.

"Mind power?"

Kong Ji almost cried out.

The person in the ancient painting actually looks very similar to Yi Taizu, Yi Shentong, who founded the Yiguo court of the Yixing civilization!

"No, it's not a divine power. The two may look about 70% similar, but their temperaments are completely different. They can't be the same person."

"Besides, Yi Shentong died a long time ago, and was born only a thousand years ago. He is a person of this era."

"According to Xu Baimei, the person in the ancient painting should be the Zhoutian Saint, who was born in the human era countless epochs ago."

"They can't be the same person!"

Kong Ji took a deep breath.

Even on Earth, there can be situations where people have similar faces. In his opinion, Yi Taizu and the person in the ancient painting might be this case, and the same is true for Yi Taizu's Yi Shentong and himself.

even so.

He still had a trace of doubt in his heart, thinking that it was a bit of a coincidence.

"Who is this?"

"Zhou Tian Saint."

Xu Baimei gazed at the ancient painting from afar, walked to one of the three thousand cushions under the high platform, stroked it with both hands, his eyes revealing a look of reminiscence, as if he was missing something.

"This is the Taoist temple of Zhou Tian Saint. In the human era, Zhou Tian Saint preached here and accepted 3,000 disciples. He taught and answered questions. Later, Zhou Tian Saint became a Taoist God. As time passed, the human era was replaced, and this Taoist temple was abandoned."

"I searched among ancient books for thousands of years, exploring every corner of the universe, and finally found this dojo."

Xu Baimei turned around and pointed at the three thousand cushions in front of him: "The people are gone, but we can still hear the echoes of the ancient times. My magical powers, sword skills, and the methods of destiny and godhood were all comprehended here. Want to try?"

Kong Ji raised his eyebrows, and shuttled among the three thousand cushions in the Taoist temple, relaxing his mind, trying to feel the scene of the ancient human era and the Zhoutian sage preaching.

Walk with him.

A faint light emanates from each cushion.

"As expected of the son of destiny, he is indeed extraordinary." Xu Baimei said, "The three thousand disciples of the saint are all powerful beings who traverse the universe. Even if they have disappeared, their wills are still left on these cushions. If you want to sit down, you must get the approval of these remaining wills."

"I have been sitting here for three hundred years, and finally got the approval of one cushion. I never thought that you would cause all the cushions to move as soon as you arrived."

Kong Ji raised his eyebrows.

It took three hundred years to get recognition?
As soon as he entered this place, he felt a sense of intimacy in his heart, and all the three thousand cushions resonated with him.

But his eyes were still fixed on one spot.

High platform!

Under the ancient painting, on the high platform, there is a futon.

Xu Baimei noticed something unusual and asked in surprise, "Huh? Can you connect with the will of the saint?"

Kong Ji did not answer, but just walked forward, and finally reached the high platform and sat down with his knees bent.

After sitting down.

The scenery before his eyes changed, and his thoughts seemed to be pulled back to the era of ancient humans.

Open your eyes again.

In front of him was still the Zhoutian Dojo, with three thousand disciples sitting under his seat, all looking at him with burning eyes.

"I became a Zhoutian Saint?"

As the thought just flashed through his mind, a gentle voice slowly rang out, and the infinite avenue, the mystery and magic were all in the voice, flowing slowly.

The three thousand disciples immediately smiled, shook their heads, and became intoxicated and immersed in it.

Kong Ji was also attracted by this voice.

The content of the voice contained infinite mysteries, flowing bit by bit. Kong Ji calmed down and concentrated, listening and feeling the mysteries in the content, as if he had returned to that ancient era of the human race, listening to the great principles spoken by the Zhoutian sage.

Endless insights are generated.

All the obscure and unsatisfactory aspects of the past when myriad paths merged were smoothed out during the preaching. Many questions were naturally answered, and the Daoist scriptures of the Era became more and more harmonious and satisfactory.

Invisibly, Kong Ji's cultivation level was improved again, his knowledge accumulation was deeper, and he slowly climbed to the next level of the Golden Immortal Realm that he had just achieved.

"Interesting, very interesting indeed."

Xu Baimei was also sitting on a cushion with a long sword on his back, but unlike Kong Ji, he was not immersed in the Taoist philosophy on the cushion. Instead, his eyes were clear.

"A human from a later generation can actually have such a talent and be in harmony with the will of the saint. If we can get their help, there is no need to worry about not achieving great things."

"Kong Ji, Kong Ji, I am determined to get you!"

A smile appeared on Xu Baimei's lips, and then he just sat on the mat, closed his eyes, and waited silently.

The Star of All Worlds.

"What happened?"

"Where is the leader of Jiyuan Sect?"

The masters around the ring suddenly woke up and looked around, but they could not see Kong Ji at all.

Their memories still stayed at the time before the passage of time. They only remembered that the game was over and Kong Ji was talking to the void, and they knew nothing after that.

In the Jiyuan Sect's headquarters, the disciples who had just been cheering for their Sect Master's victory suddenly woke up.

"Hmm? Who was the Master talking to just now?"

Ba Ming asked doubtfully.

"I don't know, but now that the competition is over, why is Master gone? Is he back?"

Wang Chao looked out the window, then turned back to look at the live broadcast of the arena. There was no one on it, and he couldn't help but frown.

"Have you received the message from Master?"

Hong Jing checked his smart watch, but there was no information: "Master's wife?"

He Xianrong shook her head. There was no information on her smart watch either.

She comforted him, "Don't worry, maybe your master has gone out for something and will be back soon."

Although the other disciples felt that something was not right, they did not know the specific situation. They discussed the recent match with each other and believed that after this battle, Jiyuan Sect could be said to have completely established its foothold.

Above him is the clan leader Kong Ji, who intimidates all directions, and below him are the seven sons of the Jiyuan clan.

From then on, Jiyuan Sect became famous and spread throughout the heavens and all races.

Although everyone was discussing it, Kong Ji never returned, which made them feel uneasy.

"wrong."

Han Xiaoli felt even more uneasy and suddenly had a bad premonition. He quickly ran to the window and looked at the sky above the base.

The sky was cloudless and the warm breeze was blowing, making people feel relaxed and happy. No changes could be seen.

Han Xiaoli's uneasiness subsided a little, but his eyes were still searching around.

The temples and fairy palaces in the distance remain the same, the city is prosperous, the Jiyuan Sect’s headquarters is protected by formations, and many disciples are meditating and practicing in the manor, discussing magical skills and spells.

"Am I overthinking it?"

Han Xiaoli just breathed a sigh of relief.

next second.

A cold light rose from the ground, and an invisible shield spread across the sky, instantly enveloping the entire Wanjie Star and completely isolating it from the outside material universe.

Then, the sky was torn apart.

The space channel is wide open.

Gaps were torn in the void.

Countless figures walked out from the cracks.

"Capture all the races in the heavens. If they refuse to obey, kill them without mercy!"

(End of this chapter)