Tian Yuan

Prove the road to the ninth heaven.

Two years passed in a blink of an eye, and Chen Qingyuan was still in a state of enlightenment. There were thousands of ancient characters all around him, as well as flowing spiritual patterns and the sound of the clouds surrounding him.

Enlightenment and deduction.

Unconsciously, he activated the power of his Tao body, causing the vision of the Sea of ​​Samsara to cover the sky. It was like a giant eye hanging high above, looking down at everything in the world, breaking through illusions and seeing through the truth.

"Wow—"

A large amount of spiritual energy gathered and was all absorbed into Chen Qingyuan's body.

No matter how much spiritual energy it refined, the Taoist body never felt satisfied. It opened its huge mouth, extremely greedy.

As the spiritual sea surged into the body, the bottleneck of the realm gradually loosened.

According to this trend, within three to five years at most, we will be able to reach the late fourth stage of the Divine Bridge.

A small improvement in cultivation is actually not very important. The key lies in whether Chen Qingyuan can infer the future path.

Only by creating a Taoist scripture that is unique to oneself can one unleash the true power of the Samsara Tao body and display unparalleled charm.

"bass--"

"clang--"

"Donglong——"

One after another, strange ancient characters were engraved in the air and surrounded his body.

Golden lotus flowers appeared out of thin air, like bright stars, containing supreme mysteries.

The sound of Tao is sometimes like the sound of thunder, and sometimes like the wonderful music chanted by immortals.

At the very top is the strange sight of the evil eye, which takes in the entire territory.

Chen Qingyuan sat cross-legged in the air with his eyes closed.

The Human Emperor Sword stood upright in front of him, occasionally emitting a few faint soft lights, which were reflected on Chen Qingyuan's face, making him look a bit cold and stern, keeping people at a distance and keeping strangers away.

Several months passed, and Chen Qingyuan still did not wake up. He was immersed in enlightenment, and there was often a flash of mysterious light between his eyebrows.

The process of creating the Tao by the ancestors of the human race has little effect on the world, but it is a supreme fortune for Chen Qingyuan.

Even some fragmentary images of the creation of the Tao could help Chen Qingyuan solve many doubts and save him hundreds or thousands of years of hard practice.

Time is very precious to Chen Qingyuan. The closer he gets to the top, the more he can control the situation.

On this day, the Ninth Heaven was no longer peaceful.

A man came and stood above the sea of ​​fog.

He is short, like a dwarf.

His hair is thinning and his face is full of wrinkles.

He was wearing a dark coat that covered his body completely.

The fact that the short old man could reach the ninth heaven was enough to prove his strength. He glanced left and right several times and quickly locked onto Chen Qingyuan's location.

"call out"

With one step, he covered countless miles and flashed outside the formation's barrier.

A faint light appeared in the depths of the short old man's eyes. Judging from his posture, he was most likely coming for Chen Qingyuan.

Without much hesitation, the short old man punched the formation.

"Boom!"

Suddenly, the formation began to tremble violently, the void twisted, and ripples appeared.

Chen Qingyuan, who was at the core of the formation, frowned at this moment. He must have sensed interference from external forces, and his enlightenment was affected to a certain extent.

In the space of consciousness, the images are trembling and not very clear.

If he was disturbed again, Chen Qingyuan would not be able to continue his enlightenment and would be forced to stop.

No matter what realm a cultivator is at, sudden enlightenment is extremely precious, and countless people will never experience it once in their lifetime.

If someone disturbs you during your moment of enlightenment, it could be a matter of life and death.

"boom--"

The short old man attacked again without hesitation.

A punch was thrown, causing the formation to tremble again, and even a groove appeared. A few more punches would likely destroy the formation base and break the formation.

"Buzz!"

Another abnormal wave of laws came towards him, causing the ancient characters condensed in various parts of Chen Qingyuan's body to shake, and even showing cracks, becoming dim.

Chen Qingyuan frowned, his expression clearly unhappy.

Judging from his appearance, he should be waking up soon.

"Zheng——"

The Human Emperor Sword standing in front of him also made a rapid low humming sound.

A sudden enlightenment is better than a thousand years of hard practice.

If it is interrupted midway, at best you will lose the opportunity, at worst you will fail and suffer backlash.

Although Chen Qingyuan was about to wake up on his own, he wanted to comprehend it for a while longer. He was suddenly affected by external forces and felt particularly unhappy, with a hint of hostility emanating from him.

"Boom——"

The short old man threw a third punch, completely cutting off Chen Qingyuan's progress in enlightenment.

The sky collapsed and the earth collapsed, and everything was in turmoil.

Although the formation had not yet broken, the residual power poured in, forcing Chen Qingyuan to wake up.

"Woo!"

Suddenly, Chen Qingyuan opened his eyes with a fierce expression.

The first thing is to stabilize the body of Taoism and not leave any hidden dangers.

In order to ensure that he would not suffer the backlash of the interruption of his enlightenment, he subconsciously grabbed the Human Emperor Sword in front of him.

"whoosh"

Immediately afterwards, Chen Qingyuan turned into a stream of light and rushed towards the boundary of the formation at a rapid speed.

With a wave of his left hand, he released the formation's barrier.

His eyes were fixed on the short old man not far away, sword in his right hand, with great momentum.

"court death!"

As soon as Chen Qingyuan uttered these words, his murderous intent seemed to materialize. An endless sea of ​​blood surged out from behind him, submerging the starry sky and causing great turbulence.

Perhaps he saw the murderous Chen Qingyuan, or perhaps he felt the power of the Human Emperor Sword, the strange light in the depths of the short old man's eyes disappeared instantly, and his eyes seemed to become clearer.

"Daoyou, this is a misunderstanding!"

The short old man panicked and started shouting.

Chen Qingyuan pretended not to hear anything and rushed forward with sword in hand, his killing intent unabated.

"run!"

Seeing that Chen Qingyuan was unwilling to talk, the short old man threw out a few life-saving methods and turned around and ran away.

"Shh-"

Chen Qingyuan swung his sword, and the starry sky seemed to be split in two. The sword mark stretched for eighty million miles, mighty and powerful.

The life-saving talismans, top-grade defensive holy weapons, substitute puppets, etc. thrown by the short old man were all chopped into nothingness by Chen Qingyuan's sword, without causing any waves.

However, these life-saving items still bought the short old man a moment to breathe. At this time, he had already escaped billions of miles away without slowing down. He kept burning the spiritual energy in his body and desperately went towards the distance.

The moment Chen Qingyuan came over with the sword in hand, the short old man seemed to see the experiences of the first half of his life. The breath of death swept through his body and his soul was extremely suffocated.

There is no other choice except to escape.

If you run too slowly, your life will be in danger.

While running, he used a magical method to transmit his voice: "Daoyou, I really didn't mean it!"

The short old man had never met Chen Qingyuan before, but he came here for some unknown reason and used all his strength to interfere.

Chen Qingyuan is very angry now. He is too lazy to communicate with the short old man and just wants to vent.

If I really want to talk, let’s wait until you survive.

"Qiang!"

Chen Qingyuan chased closely and slashed out with his sword again.

The sea of ​​fog surged, revealing a huge sword mark.

The short old man was so frightened that his face turned pale, his whole body trembled, one of his shoes fell off, and he didn't dare to stop at all.