The Emperor Crawling Out of the Grave

Xiao Chen looked up at the blue thundercloud. At this moment, the thundercloud actually began to spin.

The thundercloud, which was originally like cotton candy, slowly turned into a huge cyan vortex.

"Come on? Cough cough..." Xiao Chen covered his mouth, coughing violently, a little blood appeared in his palm, and even some broken internal organs were mixed in the blood.

The coolness of the eyebrows became very light at this moment, and he could no longer recover the broken body. If the punishment is not over, Xiao Chen might really not be able to hold on this time.

At this time, the cyan thundercloud vortex slowly turned into white, the most common and most beautiful color.

The center of the whirlpool emits a dazzling white light, which is sacred and inviolable.

"Bang..." There was a soft sound.

In front of Xiao Chen, a white ladder appeared. The ladder was made up of white clouds. It looked soft and soft, like freshly made bread.

Looking at the white stairs, Xiao Chen was greatly relieved, because finally there was no thunder and lightning, and there was no suffocating coercion.

Xiao Chen hesitated for a moment, and gently put his right foot on the stairs.

Very soft, like stepping on cotton.

A gentle breath was generated from the stairs, rushing into Xiao Chen's body, refreshing, and there was no place in his body that was uncomfortable.

The severe pain began to ease.

"Little guy, come..." At this moment, a male voice sounded, as warm as the sunshine of March.

Xiao Chen looked up, but didn't see the figure. After waiting for a while, the voice never appeared again.

Xiao Chen thought for a while, "It should not be a natural punishment. If it is a natural punishment, there is no need to heal himself."

As he stepped onto the stairs, Xiao Chen didn't feel any abnormality except for the gentle breath.

At this moment, another ladder appeared in front of Xiao Chen, closely connected to the ladder below his feet.

Xiao Chen took a deep breath, no longer hesitating, stepped on one step, and then the third step, the fourth step, and the fifth step appeared one after another.

Xiao Chen rushed upward along the stairs. No matter how fast Xiao Chen was, the stairs would always appear at Xiao Chen's feet in time.

"Don't worry, go slowly." The gentle voice sounded again.

Xiao Chen was already calm at the moment, and nodded softly when he heard the words.

Xiao Chen slowed down, relaxed physically and mentally, savoring the surrounding scenery carefully.

I don't know how long Xiao Chen didn't appreciate the beauty of this emptiness.

The deep void reveals the light that seems to be there and nothing, like a calm deep sea without any waves, the silver-white galaxy is nostalgic for the company of the stars.

The floating air current carried light, plunged into the embrace of the night sky, sinking in this silence.

Staring at the sky full of stars, big and small, suddenly disappearing, Xiao Chen smiled lightly.

The last time I watched the scenery so leisurely was the time I accompanied Xiao Longer on the earth.

The cold and beautiful face of the prison dragon flashed in Xiao Chen's mind, and the sign "Please respect yourself" also rang at the same time.

As Xiao Chen walked, he looked at the scenery while thinking about the people and things in the past.

Laughing and cursing, grudges and hatreds, the old days were so wonderful.

I don't know when, Xiao Chen's body glowed with a white light from the beginning, like a sparkling sea.

Xiao Chen didn't pay attention to his own changes, and was completely immersed in memories.

Gradually, the wound on Xiao Chen's body disappeared, and his skin changed from ivory-like milky white to white and rosy, and there were sounds of tigers and leopards when he walked.

The flower between the center of the eyebrows slowly revolved at this moment, and the coolness was once again spread all over the body.

I don’t know how long it has been. It may be an hour, a day, or a year...

When Xiao Chen woke up from his memories, he had already stood in the very center of the whirlpool.

Xiao Chen smiled and moved his body.

His body was as light as a flying swallow, but Xiao Chen could feel that in his light body, that enormous power could only shake the mountain and crack the ground with his hands.

Xiao Chen knew that he had entered the Xiaoyao Realm and was able to walk freely in this endless void.

Suddenly, a door appeared in front of Xiao Chen, a door made of white clouds.

A bare door, without a door handle, looked like a small wall.

Xiao Chen gently pushed it away, and the scenery in front of him changed suddenly.

At this time Xiao Chen was still standing on a ladder, but the ladder was no longer formed by white clouds.

The steps are covered with moss, and they look slippery and autumn, like bluestone slabs in the mist and rain in the south of the Yangtze River.

This ladder winds towards the distance, no longer upward, but flat forward, with no end in sight.

The surroundings are open, boundless openness, no stars, no breeze.

Xiao Chen stared carefully, as if seeing a distant mountain and river faintly in the open space.

"It's very beautiful!" A gentle male voice rang in Xiao Chen's ear, the same voice that he had heard before.

Xiao Chen turned his head and looked at him. I don't know when, a person stood beside him, standing beside him.

This is a middle-aged man who looks about 30 years old, with a cyan gown, his hair meticulously draped behind his head, and a slight smile on his face.

Clean, gentle, and warm as jade, this was Xiao Chen's first impression of him.

The middle-aged man smiled and said, "Why look at me like this?"

Xiao Chen also laughed, "I don't know, I think I should look at you."

"Interesting little guy." The middle-aged man smiled and waved his hand gently towards the distance.

"Who are you greeting?" Xiao Chen asked with some doubts looking at the boundless empty space.

"A tree." The middle-aged man replied with a smile.

"Huh?" Xiao Chen frowned.

"Let's go, I will take you to see it." The middle-aged man walked towards the end of the ladder.

Xiao Chen followed. Although he didn't know why, his body just unconsciously followed.

"Where is this?" Xiao Chen asked curiously, looking at the endless open space.

"End." The middle-aged man replied softly.

Xiao Chen was a little puzzled: "Where is the end?"

"What do you think?" The middle-aged man seemed to like to laugh.

Xiao Chen laughed again. There seemed to be a strange magical power in this man, which could affect the best emotions in a person.

"I see." Xiao Chen nodded with a smile.

The middle-aged man also nodded and asked, "What did you see just now?"

Xiao Chen knew that he was asking himself what he saw in this open space.

"Great rivers and mountains." Xiao Chen answered truthfully.

"Okay." The middle-aged man raised his voice, as if he was very happy.

Xiao Chen asked back, "What's the good thing?"

"Heart is full of mountains and rivers, and eyes are infinite spring." The middle-aged man's words fell, and the scenery in front of him changed again.

Looking at the things in front of him, even Xiao Chen couldn't help being stunned on the spot.