Tian Yuan

It's not that Yu Chenran and others are unwilling to tell Chen Qingyuan, but the rules.

If Chen Qingyuan is unable to climb to the summit, this must not be revealed.Numerous core elders don't know what opportunities are at the top of the tower.

After being stunned for a while, Chen Qingyuan looked back at the ancient pagoda with mixed feelings.

That's all, this is my own choice, nothing to regret.

Chen Qingyuan comforted herself and tried her best not to think about it.

It's just missing a life-saving means, it's no big deal.

"Ah! This is the end of the matter, I can only send you to another place."

Lin Wenchou sighed.

"Another place?" Chen Qingyuan asked doubtfully, "Uncle Lin, what do you mean?"

"If the things on the top of the tower are not taken away, there will be other creations. This is the rule set by the ancestors, choose one of the two."

In Lin Wenchou's view, the position of the young master is the most precious.Unfortunately, Chen Qingyuan gave up and could only make up for it in other ways.

Fortunately, the ancestors kept back hands, so that the stupid juniors can grow up as soon as possible.

As for who is stupid, Lin Wenchou doesn't name them.

hum-

Lin Wenchou made seals with both hands, and told the dean about the ancient pagoda.

With the permission of the dean and the consent of the traces of the will of the ancestors of the past, Lin Wenchou turned to look at Chen Qingyuan beside him, and gently pushed out a palm: "Boy, how much you can gain depends on your own ability." gone."

Swah——

Chen Qingyuan's body was wrapped by a gentle force, unable to move.

The eyes are blurred, and the whole body seems to be exiled to a strange space.

When Chen Qingyuan regained consciousness, what came into view was an ancestral hall.

The ancestral land of the Daoyi Academy, where the bones of the ancestors of the past dynasties are buried.This is the fundamental place of the academy, and even the vice president cannot easily enter.

The ancestral land is desolate, and the cold wind is howling.

Chen Qingyuan stood outside the door, looking at every corner, there were mottled traces of the years.

The ancestral hall is not big, and there is a huge wooden shelf in the center, on which there are many spiritual tablets.The remnant will of the sages of the Daoyi Academy lived in the spirit card, silently protecting the Academy and guarding the luck of the ancestral veins.

With a heart of awe, Chen Qingyuan took heavy steps and walked into the ancestral hall of the ancestral land.

"Disciple Chen Qingyuan, pay homage to all the ancestors."

Chen Qingyuan wanted to kneel and kowtow to show respect.

Unexpectedly, when Chen Qingyuan just bent his knee, an unknown force stopped him, making him unable to kneel down.

Tried several times, all failed.

Chen Qingyuan had no choice but to bow and salute.

Why not let yourself bow down?

Regarding this, Chen Qingyuan was puzzled, but he didn't think much about it.Maybe it's because the will left by the ancestors of the past generations is more amiable, and they don't like this kind of vain courtesy!

"Ugh-"

Suddenly, a gust of wind blew from outside the door.

"Kang Dang"

The open door was closed tightly, making Chen Qingyuan tremble a few times, feeling a little uneasy.

A ray of invisible power came from the end of the ancestral hall, slowly floated around Chen Qingyuan, and then penetrated into the center of his eyebrows.

"Buzz!"

The next moment, Chen Qingyuan rose into the air, with countless golden lights flashing on his body, and his body was temporarily out of control.

He could feel a warm current flowing through his meridians, clearing away the impurities in his body, and hitting the bottleneck of his cultivation.

"Wow—"

Another ray of willpower floated in, entering Chen Qingyuan's body from the soles of his feet.

The pure aura filled the whole body, making its foundation extremely strong. The three holy golden elixirs made a "clank" sound, and the luster on the surface of the golden elixirs became brighter, as if they were transforming.

Infinite spiritual power came from all directions of the ancestral hall, all pouring towards Chen Qingyuan.

Empowerment!

No matter how stupid Chen Qingyuan was, he could guess what was going on.

The spiritual empowerment of the will of the ancestors in the past is enough to save Chen Qingyuan from hundreds or even thousands of years of penance, without any side effects.

The remaining will casts its last means, and then dissipates and ceases to exist.

With the passage of time, without the surrounding of Dao pattern, several spiritual positions became very ordinary and dull.

Enlightenment and preaching consumes the willpower of the ancestors in the ancestral land, and it cannot be obtained by Wushuang evildoers.After all, if ordinary disciples could obtain such good luck, the foundation of Daoyi Academy would have been exhausted long ago.

Moreover, the average Tianjiao accepts such an empowerment, not to mention whether it is worthwhile or not, he probably cannot withstand it at all, and is prone to explode and die.

......

The main hall, in a quiet courtyard.

Dean Yan Ximeng stared in the direction of the ancestral land, and could see what Chen Qingyuan was going through.

"This child has caused the dean to worry a lot."

Yu Chenran said softly.

"He is Qingzong's hope, and also the future of Daoyi Academy."

Yan Ximeng has extremely high expectations for Chen Qingyuan.

Secretly, Yan Ximeng deduced Chen Qingyuan's causal traces many times, and the result was the same every time.

There was chaos, and endless laws covered both eyes, making it impossible to pry.

In today's world, it is not easy to avoid Yan Ximeng's calculation methods.

Perhaps, Chen Qingyuan's cause and effect did not only involve Qingzong.

"I don't know something, I hope the dean can clarify."

Yu Chenran hesitated for a while, still trying to figure out this matter.

"Want to know the origin of that box?"

Yan Ximeng glanced at Yu Chenran who was respectful, and guessed.

"Yes."

Not long ago, Yan Ximeng handed over the mysterious box to Yu Chenran, hoping that Yu Chenran would hand over the box to someone who is destined.

It just so happened that Yu Chenran had some insight at this time, and was about to retreat, and had no time to go out, so he had to let Chen Qingyuan complete this task.

Maybe it was out of curiosity, or maybe it was worried about Chen Qingyuan, so Yu Chenran wanted to ask clearly, so that he could retreat with peace of mind without worrying about it.

"The contents of the box are a drop of blood."

With a flick of her sleeve, Yan Ximeng sealed off the surrounding area, preventing any news from being leaked.

If it wasn't for worrying that Yu Chenran would not be able to meditate and retreat, Yan Ximeng would not tell.

"A drop of blood?"

Yu Chenran looked puzzled.

What blood needs so much attention?

There are many dao patterns engraved on the ancient box, which cannot be untied even with Yu Chenran's strength.

"The blood of too little."

Yan Ximeng pondered.

boom!

Hearing the sound, five thunders crashed on the top, and the color of horror was thick.

Who is Taiwei, Yu Chenran will never know.

The last great emperor in the world was born a million years ago.

A drop of blood from the ancient emperor Taiwei is worth as much as the emperor's soldiers.If this matter gets out, it will definitely drive countless old guys crazy, and they will try to grab it at all costs.

This is no longer a hot potato, but a reminder.

Yu Chenran was so frightened that his face turned pale, and he was stunned for a long time before he came back to his senses: "Dare to ask the dean, who should I give this thing to?"

"The descendants of the ancient emperor Taiwei."

Yan Ximeng once fell under the broken bridge and almost fell, but accidentally found the bones of Emperor Taiwei and got shelter.

Then, Yan Ximeng communicated with the remaining will of the ancient emperor Taiwei, obtained a drop of emperor's blood, and promised to give it to the descendants of the ancient emperor, so as to reproduce the glory of Taiwei's lineage.