Tian Yuan

Chen Qingyuan could sense the familiar aura fluctuations even without using any mystical techniques.

Close your eyes and search for the same breath in your sea of ​​consciousness.

After about a moment, he suddenly opened his eyes and got the result.

“That doesn’t make sense!”

Chen Qingyuan frowned slightly, feeling a little surprised and hard to believe.

The source of the breath is a sword.

Many years ago, Chen Qingyuan's memories of his past life were revived, and his thoughts were complicated when they were integrated, so he went to the hometown of his old friend in ancient times and left his footprints in a secular dynasty.

A dusty memory came to mind. In the Kingdom of Yan, he had met a princess once. At that time, he drank several pots of wine from the princess. He did not want to owe her a favor, so he protected the stability and peace of her dynasty from being invaded by neighboring countries.

In addition, a mid-grade holy sword was left behind as a weapon to protect the country and prevent monks.

Later, as the times changed, the princess on earth observed the sword every day, and realized a bit of sword meaning from it. She was recognized by the sword and embarked on the path of cultivation.

When I went to the world of cultivation, I realized that the world was vast and far beyond the reach of a small dynasty.

As her cultivation level gradually increased, her horizons naturally expanded. The princess understood who the man who left the sword behind was, and she looked for traces and listened to stories about him.

A few years ago, upon learning that the Qing Sect was preparing to hold a new round of disciple-recruiting ceremony, the princess expended a lot of effort and finally rushed to the Northern Wilderness, hoping to pass the assessment and become a member of the Qing Sect.

Even if one is just an outer disciple, or even a menial disciple, it is still extremely desirable.

Everything went smoothly at first, but when they were about to reach Qingzong, they accidentally fell into a strange secret realm, where ancient laws were everywhere.

After a lot of trouble, I ended up at this place somehow.

They come, the security.

Start exploring the situation and proceed with caution.

A few years ago, the princess passed through Changjin State and left a trace of breath in this space.

"If I remember correctly, her name seems to be... Tang Wan'er."

Chen Qingyuan thought about it carefully and talked to himself.

Until now, Chen Qingyuan still doesn't know where he is.

"Let's check it out!"

Now that he had come to the capital and sensed the spiritual fluctuations of some practitioners, Chen Qingyuan decided to expend some energy and use his spiritual sense to figure out where this was.

"Wow—"

A breeze arose and drifted to every corner of the royal capital.

The monk living in the prosperous and magnificent palace was completely unaware that his own conversations and behaviors were all controlled by someone.

After a few days, Chen Qingyuan had a general understanding of this place.

"Fallen God Ruins?"

Hearing this keyword, Chen Qingyuan's heart trembled slightly, and a strange look appeared in his eyes.

This place doesn't seem to be the territory of China.

According to the monks, Changjin State is just a small country on the edge of Luoshen Ruins. There are countless secular dynasties like this.

According to the information that the world has been able to discover so far, there are a total of 180,000 galaxies in Luoshenxu. The territory of each galaxy varies, and the number of stars contained in it naturally varies.

Some have millions of stars, while others have only dozens.

"Liuyan Galaxy, Changjin Country."

With what he now controlled, Chen Qingyuan outlined a star map in his sea of ​​consciousness, confirming that this place was definitely not the territory of Shenzhou.

"These people's cultivation is too low, and they can't provide more information."

He withdrew his spiritual sense and stopped peeking.

In just a moment, Chen Qingyuan clearly felt that the spiritual energy in his body had dissipated a lot, like a teacup with a hole in it, pouring out, completely out of control.

"It would normally take about ten years for a realm to fall, but now it may have happened five years earlier."

Chen Qingyuan estimated it and smiled bitterly.

"Try to avoid using Reiki in the future."

Using any Taoist magic will accelerate the decline of your realm.

After resting for a while, Chen Qingyuan checked out of the guest room and prepared to build a thatched hut somewhere outside Kyoto to temporarily settle down.

Before leaving the capital, of course, I have to buy some cakes and drinks.

That night, outside the city.

Leaning against a huge rock at the foot of the green hill, drinking muddy wine, lowering his brows and looking at the black stone in his hand, he fell into deep thought.

What is the function of the sacral bone?

Chen Qingyuan doesn’t know the answer to this question yet.

The next morning, he took the axe he had bought and started building the wooden house.

It was completed in just a few days.

Living alone in the mountains, fishing and enjoying the scenery every day, he is so leisurely and comfortable that countless people envy him.

Ordinary resources and methods are of no help to Chen Qingyuan's Dao body, so there is no need to mess around. He often studies the mysterious stone in his hand to see if there is a glimmer of hope.

"Perhaps, this should be similar to Cangyuzhou, which was separated from Shenzhou and became a world of its own, condensing a unique order and rules."

After thinking about it for these days, Chen Qingyuan came up with a guess.

The place where he was currently was most likely related to the space crack in the Northern Wilderness, and he was brought here by the mysterious stone.

"If I'm right, how did she get here?"

Chen Qingyuan then thought of the fifth princess from the mortal dynasty and became quite curious.

"Everyone has his chance."

Ultimately, it is because of the invisible and intangible fate.

After about five years of peaceful life, Chen Qingyuan could no longer suppress the restless spiritual energy in his body.

"Boom!"

The originally clear sky suddenly became covered with dark clouds, lightning and thunder, shaking the earth.

Chen Qingyuan sat cross-legged on a stone outside the house with his eyes closed, a thin layer of sweat on his forehead and his brows slightly furrowed.

Half an hour later, Chen Qingyuan's body suddenly shook, his face turned pale, and his breath became slightly disordered.

"boom"

There was a muffled sound in the body, and the cultivation level decreased.

He fell off the divine bridge and returned to the peak state of Mahayana.

"Ugh!"

Chen Qingyuan has been trying hard to control it, but unfortunately he still failed.

He sighed, stood up and walked into the house, picked up a pot of wine and started drinking.

"Crash..."

Before long, dark clouds covered the entire world, and it was extremely depressing.

Immediately afterwards, heavy rain poured down, accompanied by deafening thunder.

Chen Qingyuan sat under the eaves, looking at the rain outside, which was a unique experience.

The rain is getting heavier.

Everywhere was wet, the roads were muddy and difficult to walk on.

"Da da da..."

At this time, Chen Qingyuan heard footsteps amidst the sound of the rushing rain. "It's strange that someone would come to such a remote place in the rain."

After a while, the two men arrived at the wooden house.

They were all men, all wet, and the clothes they wore were not made of coarse cloth but silk, obviously they were of good family.

“Someone actually lives here.”

There was a cave nearby, and the two wanted to go in to shelter from the rain, but they saw a wooden house instead. They looked at each other in surprise.

"Why don't you go take a look?"

The two of them had the same idea and walked over quickly.