Tian Yuan

His eyes were shining with brilliance, without a trace of fear, only infinite admiration.

Watching her father compete with a group of eternal heroes up close, Yiyi's starry eyes flashed with a strange light, her red lips slightly opened, she was extremely excited, and countless story templates popped up in her mind. As long as she could get out alive this time, she would definitely invite the sisters to write them down, which would not only satisfy her interest but also earn her a lot of spirit stones.

If Chen Qingyuan knew what Yiyi was thinking at the moment, he would definitely slap her on the head, feeling very disappointed. Shouldn't he be watching the battle carefully at this time, comprehending the essence of the Taoism of the great men of all ages, and improving his own strength?

If cultivators from the outside world could have such conditions and could comprehend a glimpse of the origin of the Taoism of top talents, they would benefit for the rest of their lives and have a promising future.

Yiyi’s first thought was to write a storybook, what a sin!

Such a great fortune, but wasted like this.

Once people in the world knew about this, they would be heartbroken and unable to accept it, calling Yi Yi a prodigal who didn't know how to seize opportunities.

Although you are the precious princess of Qingzong and have no shortage of resources and luck, when such a good thing is given to you, you must know how to cherish it and not waste it.

Yiyi took out the photo stone to see if she could record anything. It was probably useless as it couldn't bear the fluctuations of the Taoism of such an existence. At most, it could only engrave some vague figures.

"With such good material, you must not blink and you must not miss any details."

At the same time, Yiyi also took out a small notebook and wrote down the key words and the inspiration for the story.

She is worthy of being the daughter raised by Chen Qingyuan, they are simply cast in the same mold.

The father uses a small notebook to keep accounts, and the daughter records story inspiration.

In such a tense situation, Chen Qingyuan would never pay attention to Yiyi's little actions. As long as there is safety, that's all that matters.

He glanced at the first King Jing who was approaching step by step, and then glanced at Zhou Qixing who was in tattered clothes. It would be a lie to say that Chen Qingyuan didn't feel any pressure.

This pressure does not come entirely from the two heroes, but from the true nature of the killing game.

"as you wish."

Zhou Qixing waved his sleeves, probably calling the ancient powerful man who was sleeping here.

"Whoops——"

The wind was howling and yellow sand was filling the sky.

There was a huge earthquake, affecting every corner of the Crimson Continent, causing the ground to crack. Billions of mysterious lights gushed out from the cracks, like pillars of light rushing straight up, connecting heaven and earth together.

"clang--"

At this moment, a quasi-imperial weapon rushed out from the ground. It was a light blue sword with exquisite patterns carved all over it. It was so powerful that it seemed as if it could pierce through the world, open up a new space, and create a new order.

Then, an ugly old dwarf emerged from the broken hole in the ground, jumped to the top, grabbed the green sword, picked up a few sword flowers, held it in one hand, tilted it to his side, stared at Chen Qingyuan with cold eyes, ready to fight.

"I want to draw my sword and ask the heavens, where is the great way?"

The dwarf old man had lost his original consciousness, only a trace of remnant will remained, and his voice was hoarse, telling of his unwillingness. He was born in an era where there was no way forward, and he clearly had the qualifications to prove his way, and defeated all the strong men of his time, but he could not reach the other side, and died in depression.

Chen Qingyuan glanced at the dwarf old man, his lips slightly opening and closing, as if giving a response, as if to strengthen his own belief, muttering to himself: "The road... is under your feet."

The next moment, the earth-shaking movement had not stopped, but became more and more intense, as if it was going to tear the ruins into countless pieces.

"Hey!"

Countless beams of light emerged from the cracks in the ground, revealing human figures. Taking a small step, the blurry figures gradually materialized, as if they had come from another world, crossing the long river of history, just to bury Chen Qingyuan here.

The being on the other side was in a very critical period of time and could not do it himself, as that would affect Changsheng's layout. All he could do was to choose the most suitable burial place for Chen Qingyuan and let these chess pieces send him off.

According to the calculations of the existence on the other side, if Chen Qingyuan wanted to break out, it would be nothing more than replicating the situation in the battle in the restricted area, forcibly improving his cultivation and destroying his own foundation.

If he cut off his roots again, there would be no chance for him to recover, and he would soon die of exhaustion. In this way, Chen Qingyuan, the variable, disappeared and could not interfere with the plan of longevity.

If he didn't gamble his own future, the existence on the other side really couldn't figure out how Chen Qingyuan could fight out with his current cultivation level.

"Sir, are you willing to spend the night with me?"

There was an extremely charming fox spirit, with only a few thin light-colored strips of cloth covering the important parts of her body, her snow-white skin exposed, her waist slender and her figure graceful. Her every frown and smile was full of charm, and she walked barefoot, with lotus steps.

Obviously, this is the top existence of the fox clan at a certain era, with charming voice that touches the ear and moves the soul.

Fortunately, Chen Qingyuan had a firm determination. If it were him, most of the cultivators in the world would have already fallen into depravity and would have been unable to extricate themselves.

Somewhere in the void, an old man was sitting lazily, holding a bamboo fishing rod in his hand.

Wearing a conical hat, a straw raincoat and a pair of straw sandals with holes in them, he held a fishing rod in his hand, and struck a fishing pose with his eyebrows slightly lowered, looking down at the world.

"Fishing Old Master."

Chen Qingyuan recognized the old man in the straw raincoat. He had seen him before during the assessment in Tianshu Tower.

The top-notch people one and a half million years ago possessed the absolute strength to achieve enlightenment, but they did not seize the opportunity to do so.

For the Diaoyu Laojun, the throne is a shackle and it is better to throw it away.

One after another, top figures whose names have been passed down through the ages appeared.

Looking at these beings, there was no trace of timidity or fear in Chen Qingyuan's eyes, and there was even a hint of indescribable excitement and anticipation.

“A lot of big shots!”

Glancing around a few times, Chen Qingyuan remained calm and sighed.

After careful counting, there are a total of thirty-six ancient powers.

For any one of them, one can find related wonderful deeds in ancient books. They are truly unparalleled existences. Looking at the countless quasi-emperors throughout the ages, they are all ranked at the top.

Some guys even have one foot in the realm of the Great Emperor.

"If the Emperor doesn't come, it will be difficult to bury me."

Chen Qingyuan had this confidence because he held a revived imperial weapon in his hand, and it was not difficult for him to fight his way out.

Perhaps in some corner of the ancient ruins, there is a sleeping emperor. Since the situation is not out of control, there is no need to wake him up and waste resources.

"Are you satisfied, sir?"

Zhou Qixing stood with his back to his chest. Although the turbulent storm made the tattered corners of his clothes sway wildly, it could not conceal his extraordinary temperament. He faced Chen Qingyuan and asked loudly.