I quietly became a big boss in the novice village

Kaiyuan Mansion.

There is a dilapidated temple in the west of Luoyang County.

There is an ancient stone statue directly above the temple. The stone statue has a fat head and big ears, with its face propped up on one hand, and it is lying on its side with a smile.

Because no one has cleaned it all year round, the stone statue is covered with cobwebs and dust, which looks very dilapidated.

At this time, a child about four or five years old walked in slowly with his hands behind his back.

"I didn't expect this old bald donkey to have a stone statue here!"

The old man Tianxuan looked calm, looking at the dilapidated stone statue in front of him quietly, with mixed feelings in his heart.

Those who want to make breakthroughs in the transcending tribulation period like them have to leave Tiannan's world of cultivating immortals and go to the endless void to find opportunities.

But the endless void is not as peaceful as it appears on the surface, and only the top monks can understand the danger in it.

Therefore, many cultivators in the Transcendence Tribulation Period will invite several companions with similar cultivation levels to go to the endless void before their longevity is approaching.

And the owner of the stone statue in front of him had invited him ten thousand years ago.

"If I hadn't been unable to leave back then, I might have gone to the void with you at that time!"

The old man Tianxuan shook his head slowly, suddenly waved his small hand, and suddenly a gust of wind blew up in the temple, sweeping around.

After a while, the dusty ruined temple became extremely clean in an instant.

"Now that the God Son of Chaos has appeared, as long as I pass on what I have learned all my life to the God Son, I should also go to the endless void to find opportunities!"

Now his lifespan is not much, but it is no problem to live for 2000 years, this time is enough for him to cultivate the Son of Chaos.

After all, the Endless Void is full of dangers, and it can even be said that it is a place of near death.

The old man Tianxuan is not sure whether he can survive in the endless void.

"If we hadn't gone through that catastrophe, why would we Tiannan cultivators risk our lives to seek opportunities elsewhere?!"

The old man Tianxuan let out a long sigh.

The first sect of Eternity has existed for a very long time, and there are many secret things about the world of cultivating immortals in Tiannan.

Elder Tianxuan had seen some records in the ancient books of the sect.

Today's Tiannan Immortal Realm was once called the Tiannan Realm by outside monks, and it was a place of opportunity for many foreign monks.

At that time, cultivators in Tiannan were not like what they are now, they could only stop at the stage of crossing the catastrophe, but they could cultivate to the realm of heavenly immortals, even higher true immortals, and mysterious immortals.

However, after experiencing a great catastrophe, the monks who cultivated above the Heavenly Immortal suddenly disappeared, and the immortal vitality in the Tiannan Realm gradually thinned out.

As for what the catastrophe was, there is no record in the ancient books.

However, old man Tianxuan still read many ancient books in the sect, and knew that the Black Sea where the first sect was located was caused by that catastrophe.

You must know that the Black Sea has always been an extremely mysterious place, the weather inside is unpredictable, and there are many powerful and ferocious sea beasts.

Even the Mahayana monks cannot stay in the Black Sea for a long time.

And their existence as the first sect in the ages seems to be guarding in the Black Sea.

"Chaos emerges, the world changes, and the sect prospers!"

The old man Tianxuan murmured.

You must know that this sentence has been passed down from word to mouth by the head of the first sect in every generation.

Some people speculate that as long as the God Son of Chaos is born, he will lead the first sect in the ages to restore its former glory.

However, there are also some people who feel that the birth of Chaos God Child will cause earth-shaking changes in Tiannan's world of cultivating immortals, either to rebirth or to perish.

……

the other side.

Originally, Wu Xuanzi was sweeping the floor leisurely in the academy.

"Master Wu!"

Suddenly a very familiar voice came.

Wu Xuanzi trembled all over.

Looking up, I saw a wretched old man running towards us with a hippie smile in the distance.

Wu Xuanzi was expressionless, pretending not to see anyone, turned around and left immediately.

"Master Wu, Master Wu!!"

Song Laizi yelled a few more times, but Wu Xuanzi didn't intend to stop at all, but sped up a little.

"Master Wu, don't leave, this time the mayor is looking for you!"

Upon hearing this, Wu Xuanzi stopped abruptly, turned his head, and asked with doubts on his face, "Sir, what do you need from me?"

"I can't lie to you!"

Song Laizi panted slightly, puzzled and said, "Master Wu, why did you run away when you saw me just now? I'm not a man-eating tiger."

The corners of Wu Xuanzi's eyes twitched a few times.

He felt that Song Laizi was more ferocious than a man-eating tiger.

"What do you want me to do, sir?"

Wu Xuanzi didn't want to talk more about this topic, so he changed the subject.

"It's not a big deal, it's just that I met a monk before!"

Song Laizi simply told the story of meeting the old man Tianxuan.

"The mayor said that the cultivator's cultivation base is not very good, so you can easily get it done!"

Song Laizi added another sentence.

"Sir, do you want me to deal with that monk?" Wu Xuanzi frowned.

"No, no, the mayor said that you should know that person, and asked you to ask him why he is looking for a child? He also said that if that person is an evil cultivator, then you don't have to hold back!"

Song Laizi scratched his head and smiled obscenely.

"Then I understand!"

Wu Xuanzi stroked his white beard and nodded.

"Then Master Wu, do you want me to go with you?" Song Laizi smiled apologetically.

"No need, I can do it alone!" Wu Xuanzi shook his head and asked, "Is the monk in the temple to the west?"

"That's what the man said!"

As soon as Song Laizi finished speaking, Wu Xuanzi's figure disappeared like a ghost.

"I'll go, so fast!"

Song Laizi was dumbfounded.

……

Wu Xuanzi appeared in a forest outside the small town, and his consciousness was released.

Nowadays, due to the blessing of various secret formations in the town, it is impossible to use spiritual sense to detect the situation outside the town in the town, and the monks outside the town also cannot detect the situation in the town.

And this moment.

Elder Tianxuan, who was meditating with his eyes closed in the ruined temple, opened his eyes suddenly.

"Fellow Daoist, let's get together!"

Wu Xuanzi's mind buzzed for a moment, and suddenly an extremely old voice echoed.

Later stage of the tribulation!

Wu Xuanzi's expression changed.

You must know that in the later stage of crossing the catastrophe, it is the most peak existence in the world of cultivating immortals. If it is not very good, then the whole world of cultivating immortals is not good enough.

but.

Thinking that the person who said this was Bu Fan, Wu Xuanzi understood.

For that existence, the cultivator who crossed the catastrophe is really not that good.

"I've seen fellow Daoist!"

Wu Xuanzi took a deep breath, without any hesitation, he appeared in front of the ruined temple in a flash, and bowed his hands in salute.

"Fellow Daoist, why do you need to be so polite? If I guessed correctly, Fellow Daoist should be Wu Xuanzi, the great Wei sage!"

Accompanied by this old voice, old man Tianxuan walked out of the ruined temple slowly.

"Fellow Daoist is joking, what kind of saint am I?"

Wu Xuanzi laughed and shook his head. He wasn't too surprised by the tribulation-crossing cultivator who looked like a four or five-year-old child in front of him.

After all, there are all kinds of exercises in the world of cultivating immortals, and there are too many exercises that can make a cultivator different from ordinary people.