Tian Yuan

In the ninth heaven, there is a Jade Platform of the Supreme Dao that is comparable to the rules of heaven and earth. People look up to it and worship it devoutly.

In the center of the jade platform, Chen Qingyuan had his black hair tied up in a crown and was wearing a snow-white brocade robe. Many parts of the robe were embroidered with mysterious patterns, which contained infinite mysteries.

He stopped sitting cross-legged on the cushion and slowly stood up.

The strands of hair on her temples swayed gently, her clothes fluttered, and she looked like an immortal. Her eyes were deep and insightful.

He stood upright, like a giant pillar reaching to the sky, holding up this world. His whole body was surrounded by extraordinary rules of the Dao. From time to time, a faint mysterious light flashed, and sometimes strange scenes of Dao lotus appeared.

Inviting heroes from all over the world to discuss the truth has achieved little results.

I feel sad but helpless.

Looking sideways in the direction of the ancient Yuanchu Road, his body is as majestic as a mountain, making people look up to him.

He had no expression on his face and remained silent for a long time.

“The road ahead is long, who can accompany me?”

Although Chen Qingyuan has many close friends, the gap between them and himself is so great that it is difficult for them to move forward side by side. They can only get together occasionally and sigh about the past.

He stared at the ancient Yuanchu Road, opened his lips, and spoke with a bit of magnetism, as if coming from a higher dimensional world. It reached the ears of everyone present, causing their hearts to tremble, and the awe in their hearts became even stronger. The sense of distance was extremely strong and out of reach.

Everyone stared at Chen Qingyuan's tall figure infatuatedly, their minds went blank and they lost the ability to think.

What does your majesty want to do?

It was extremely quiet and no one dared to speak.

"I would like to borrow a ray of the law of time to invite all the heroes of the ages to gather here."

The heroic words were like a flood bursting through a dam, spreading in all directions.

After saying this, Chen Qingyuan slowly raised his right hand and lightly pointed his index finger at the void in front of him.

"Buzz!"

The trace of the rules of time that had been processed by Chen Qingyuan poked out from the fingertips, first circling around the physical body for a few times, then penetrating the barrier of the dojo, running towards the distance, until the end of the starry sky.

This trace of Dao pattern, which looks like a tiny stream, seems to connect the long river of history, disrupting the order of the Dao from its original trajectory and causing confusion in time and space, just like the phenomenon when chaos first began and all the laws of the Dao were in disorder.

Everyone could not see the specific process of change, but they felt an inexplicable pressure and fear from the depths of their souls, which quickly invaded every part of their bodies, causing them to tremble and feel suffocated.

Even people as strong as Wu Junyan showed expressions of shock, their hearts beating violently and uncontrollably, as if something big was about to happen. They were confused and terrified.

"Boom!"

Chen Qingyuan raised his left foot and stepped forward.

With one step, the void shattered.

The space towering above the jade platform is also the top of the entire Taoist temple.

With black hair and white robe, she looks like an immortal.

He had his left hand behind his back and was gently fiddling with the air in front of him with his right hand. No one knew what kind of Taoist magic he was performing. People couldn't understand and looked bewildered and stupid.

"Buzzing—"

The faint glow of light floats out from the fingertips, sometimes like the gurgling of water, sometimes outlining the scene of fairy birds flying, and sometimes accompanied by the winding heavenly music.

A long time ago, I heard that Emperor Taiwei went against the flow of time to discuss and exchange ideas with the great men of all ages.

I am fascinated by it, but unfortunately I lack the ability.

Today, I use this special place, the road, and the power of the rules of time that I have comprehended in the old land, as well as the superb feast that Nangong Ge created in the past.

Make a bold attempt to see if you can find the footprints of the ancient heroes and lead them to the traces they left on the road.

Since there is no one in the world today who can discuss the Dao with me, I will try to invite all the heroes of the ages to seek the great Dao.

I met Ye Liujun a few years ago. Although I got the Emperor Rhyme Dao Fruit, I can't use it lightly. Only when I have enough understanding can I break through the bottleneck in one fell swoop.

A divine object like the Emperor's Dao Fruit is rarely seen in a million years, and must not be wasted.

"What is he going to do?"

Feeling an extraordinary fluctuation of laws, Lao Hei's body and soul couldn't help but tremble a few times. He stared at Chen Qingyuan who was standing high in the void, and asked in surprise, hoping that someone could give him an answer.

Wu Junyan, Huang Xingyan and others standing beside him were all silent and unable to answer this question.

Everyone present had a look of deep suspicion on their faces.

Some people opened their mouths wide, but no sound came out.

Some people clenched their hands tightly, their nails piercing the flesh on their palms, but they seemed not to feel the pain and did not care at all.

Some people couldn't stand the extreme pressure from the dojo, so they knelt in the air, and the pressure suddenly dropped, and they felt comfortable. If they had known that kneeling would make them feel so much more relaxed, why would they stand?

It's not bad to kneel down and watch the fun. It doesn't cost you anything anyway.

As for the issue of face, there is no need to consider it at all. Kneeling before His Majesty is a blessing earned through several lifetimes of cultivation. Others do not have the qualifications to kneel.

After all, the weak cannot reach the ninth level, and don’t even have the strength to look up at Chen Qingyuan from such a close distance.

"call--"

The breeze brushed across everyone's face, gently lifting the corner of their clothes.

A breath that made everyone's heart palpitate came from afar.

Many powerful people turned their heads subconsciously, but didn't see anything.

Illusion?

Everyone's face was filled with astonishment, and they were thinking secretly.

Chen Qingyuan, who had his back to the crowd, slowly turned around.

Facing the entrance of the Xuanjie Dojo, the expression on his face changed slightly. A vague human figure appeared above his eyes.

However, there was no one at the entrance of the dojo.

Where does this reflection in my eyes come from?

"crash"

Chen Qingyuan took out a pot of fine wine from the air and poured two cups of the nectar, one for himself and one for the guest.

"Ding"

His fingertips touched a jade cup, and with a light flick, a faint crisp sound was heard. The cup filled with jade liquid floated towards the entrance of the dojo and hovered steadily in the air without spilling a drop of wine.

"You are a sword cultivator, so I will meet you with my sword."

As he spoke, Chen Qingyuan put his fingers together to form a sword and pointed forward.

"call out!"

The vast sword power was like a galaxy, cutting through the endless sky, breaking through the barriers of the long river of time, and striking the distinguished guest who should have been buried by the laws of time.

The distinguished guest was holding a three-foot sword. He was very happy about this welcoming gift. He drew his sword and a sea of ​​swords suddenly appeared, spanning time and space.

The traces left in this world burst out with some of his charm during his lifetime.

The collision of the two's sword intent and rules stirred up billions of green sword lotuses, interweaving a magnificent and beautiful scene of mountains and rivers, and creating a legendary story that was praised by countless sword practitioners in later generations, and they would always talk about it with infinite pride and admiration.

"Boom——"

Although the place for the competition was within the dojo, some wisps of residual power spread to the outside world, stirring up the void and causing it to distort, shocking all the heroes and forcing them to retreat.