Tian Yuan

Everyone was staring at the chariot and the figure, shocked and stunned.

Who is this guy?

This question popped up in the minds of all the powerful men, and their eyes were fixed on the approaching chariot without moving away even a bit.

Then, among the thousands of cranes flying over, a human figure condensed and stood on the back of the front crane, with unparalleled grace and charm.

Many red spider lilies grew in the void, forming a line and a road. This road led to the dojo where Chen Qingyuan was.

Not long after, someone walked out from the long river of history on the road formed by the red spider lilies. Although the figure was blurry, it should be a woman from her figure. She had noble manners and walked slowly.

The long river ripples, and the shadow of ancient times appears here with a lotus leaf as a boat.

Another strange phenomenon occurred, with two moons hanging high in the sky. A graceful figure in a long skirt, who was not interested in worldly affairs, stepped on the moonlight and descended to the mortal world.

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No one could remain calm while looking at such a mysterious scene. Shock was written all over their faces. Their lips opened as if they wanted to say something, but no sound came out. The space froze and they were petrified.

There are twelve cushions, not a single one is empty.

The visitors included many ancient emperors, whose majesty was so overwhelming that it overwhelmed all parties.

Due to the terrible rules of time, everyone could only see some blurry images. Moreover, staring for a long time made their eyes red and stinging, which was particularly uncomfortable.

"Diwei!"

"This is the ninth level of the path to enlightenment, the only way for every emperor to reach the top. With your power and the footprints of the ancient emperors left in this world, you can create a place of discussion where time and space are disordered and write a legend."

"It's a pity that I'm not strong enough. The fog is so thick in front of my eyes that I can't see anything clearly."

"Your Majesty, you are trying to recreate the battlefield of time recorded in ancient books. Even if you can't reach the achievements of Emperor Taiwei, it should be not far behind!"

Many people's admiration for Chen Qingyuan has reached the sky, like a rushing flood, fierce and unstoppable.

The current Chen Qingyuan is far inferior to the achievements of Emperor Taiwei.

Today, he only relies on the traces left by the ancient heroes to compete and learn from each other.

On the other hand, Emperor Taiwei a million years ago truly went against the flow of time, walking leisurely without fear of the impact of the power of the rules of time. The discussion of the Dao under such circumstances was almost the peak state of every ancient emperor.

There is an essential difference between the two and they cannot be compared.

While others were still daydreaming, Chen Qingyuan had already set up a banquet and sat in the main seat, ready to have a serious discussion with the outstanding man of the time.

"I hope that your advice can help me gain enlightenment and clear up my confusion."

Knowing that these phantoms were emotionless historical footprints, Chen Qingyuan still showed them the utmost respect, bowed his hands in greeting, and spoke respectfully.

After saying this, Chen Qingyuan's expression gradually became solemn, and the cushion under him evolved into a huge green Taoist lotus.

Widths of complex mysterious patterns flowed out from the lotus leaves and entwined the surrounding space, as if connecting the past and the present, making the figure of the ancient king no longer so illusory and seem more real, and the royal majesty emanating from his body became more powerful.

"road......"

"Immortality."

"What is the truth of the world?"

"Seeking for immortality, in the end, is just a dream."

"Whether you win or lose, in the end, you're just a handful of dirt. What's the point of fighting for so many years?"

One by one, the kings began to speak, their voices low and hoarse, floating from the end of the silent time and space, carrying with them an extreme chill, filling every corner of the dojo.

The regretful words of the emperors did not shake Chen Qingyuan's heart. Out of respect, and also to comprehend the great experience of each ancient strong man left in this world, he remained silent and listened patiently.

Some people care about the results, while others care about the scenery they see along the way.

As for Chen Qingyuan's idea, he only had one goal now, to rescue An Xiruo who was trapped in the restricted area. What would happen later was something he would consider later.

When the emperors were silent, Chen Qingyuan glanced around, his face solemn, and said: "Everyone, do you dare to fight?"

Although the tone of the voice when saying this was calm, the heroic spirit penetrated the dojo and seemed to overturn the entire Ninth Heaven.

The historical shadows of the emperors did not have any real consciousness, let alone emotions, but at this moment they all burst out with powerful momentum, trying to suppress Chen Qingyuan.

Even the remaining traces of the ancient emperor should not be underestimated.

"clang!"

The war drums sounded and the bells and tripods rang.

The figure sitting on the far left gently pushed out a palm towards Chen Qingyuan.

"Boom!"

In an instant, the sky and the earth changed color, and dark clouds came, as if the ancient beast of chaos was devouring the world.

Chen Qingyuan remained calm and responded with the same palm technique.

"call out!"

On the other side, there was a cold and noble figure of the empress. With a flick of her finger, several red spider lilies surrounding her body floated away. It seemed gentle, but in fact it contained murderous intent.

"Chucky!"

On the other side, the ancient king with a burly body raised his hand and pinched out a purple thunder ball, and pushed it out. As it floated over, the purple thunder ball continued to expand, covering the sky, pressing on Chen Qingyuan's head, and then suddenly dropped.

"I seek immortality, where is the way?"

A certain emperor was obsessed with the way to immortality. Countless years after his death, the traces of him that remained in the world were still on his mind. He couldn't let it go and was still seeking the answer.

After saying this, the emperor, who was dressed in black robes, held a long sword in his hand, locked onto Chen Qingyuan, and disappeared from the spot with a "swoosh". He teleported over and chopped him down with the sword.

The twelve phantoms of the ancient emperors attacked at almost the same time.

Faced with this situation, Chen Qingyuan remained absolutely calm. Not to mention being frightened, he didn't even frown.

Since I have dared to invite you all to come and discuss the Dao, how could I be frightened by such a scene?

How dare you do this if you don't have the means?

"Buzz!"

Chen Qingyuan sat cross-legged in the same place without moving. On top of his head was an evil eye with countless lines engraved on it. Its blood-red pupils looked strange and evil.

The area beneath his body seemed to be connected to the Nine Netherworld, forming an abyss with no end in sight. It was desolate, cold, silent, unknown and mysterious.

Time seemed to be frozen at this moment, only Chen Qingyuan was not restricted.

He looked at the laws intertwined when each ancient emperor took action, slowly observing and thinking.

If you have any insights, keep them in your heart.

After the observation, the same Taoism will be used for confrontation.

If there are deficiencies in certain areas, use this opportunity to improve them. Comprehend the rules of the Emperor Pattern and integrate them into your own methods.

In the eyes of people outside, they could only see a thick fog, and even the vague figures could not be seen.

The terrifying power of rules was raging in this territory. Even if there was only a trace of residual power of the emperor's pattern, it was not something that ordinary Divine Bridge monks could resist. They were all shocked and trembling.