Tian Yuan

"There is no way." The white-haired woman felt An Xiruo's hot eyes and said seriously: "There is a feeling that although it is difficult, it should be possible to crack it."

She thought the other party had some solution, but An Xiruo still had some hope, dreaming about a life outside the restricted area. After getting this answer, I slowly regained my composure.

After being trapped for more than 300,000 years, his soul has long been integrated with Tianyuan, so there is no way he can leave.

An Xuruo lowered her eyebrows, her eyes were like abyss, and remained silent.

"You are an interesting person, I hope there is another chance to see you again."

The white-haired woman lost her intention to talk, stood up slowly, and prepared to turn around and leave.

The emperor's corpses in the restricted area could not be hidden from the eyes of the white-haired woman, and she had already seen them clearly.

It is precisely because of the terrain that An Xiruo is said to be an "interesting person".

The realm of Shenqiao Nine Steps can suppress the emperor's corpse.

Moreover, there was not one emperor corpse, but six.

This kind of ability is extraordinary.

After three hundred thousand years of torture and training, An Xiruo's strength is extremely high, probably not weaker than Chen Qingyuan in the past, otherwise he would not be able to suppress these emperor corpses.

"you......"

An Xiruo was about to speak and ask about the causal relationship between the white-haired girl and Chen Qingyuan.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he finished speaking, the white-haired woman disappeared, and she must have left Tianyuan.

You can come and go freely without being blocked by the rules of restricted areas.

The strength is unpredictable and frightening.

Looking at the direction of the entrance, An Xuruo lost his mind.

Will I still have the chance to see the scenery outside in this life?

This question echoed in An Xuruo's mind and couldn't go away. She longs for freedom, and she longs even more for walking with Chen Qingyuan and accompanying her every day.

What is certain is that the white-haired woman and Chen Qingyuan are not in a hostile relationship.

Otherwise, An Xiruo would keep the white-haired girl anyway.

A strong gust of wind came from a corner of the abyss. It must be that an emperor's corpse was not at ease. It stirred up a storm and blew away An Xuruo's hair full of green hair and her long skirt, which was as red as blood.

In the long years, there is only loneliness and loneliness.

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The old land belongs to the Yandi clan.

The ancestral hall is solemn and no one is making any noise.

All the senior members of the clan were present, extremely serious, with deep expectations in their eyes.

The clan leader stood at the front, with Ying Jiuye beside him. The biggest contributor to this mission was to reshape the ancestral weapons and unify them, further strengthening the foundation of the ancient clan.

"Woo——"

A crushing sound echoed in every corner of the ancient ancestral hall, directly touching people's hearts.

The source of the sound comes from the ancestral artifact.

In front of the clan leader, two broken pieces of the mountain and river map were suspended, slowly approaching.

With the help of the foundation of the ancient clan, the senior leaders of the whole clan used their methods to reunite the ancestral artifacts, hoping to keep them as they were before. This way, the Guiyan Imperial Clan could welcome the coming of the prosperous age without fear of being cut off from their inheritance.

There is a huge difference in power between half an ancestral weapon and a complete ancestral weapon.

It can be said that the resurrected and complete imperial soldiers, driven by the fundamental power of the ancient tribe, can even withstand the emperor for a period of time.

The great emperor mentioned here is of course a relatively ordinary existence.

If you encounter an ultimate emperor like Tai Wei, you can suppress him with just a snap of your fingers, and there won't be any setbacks.

"Om-"

Slowly, the two broken imperial weapons stuck together, and the original power of the imperial clan began to be repaired.

The clan leader and others worked together to set up a very strong barrier to ensure that the reshaping process of the imperial soldiers could not be affected by external forces, and then they felt at ease.

"At most two hundred years, the ancestral artifact should be able to be reshaped. Although it is difficult to restore it to its peak state and there are still flaws, it is still complete and very different from the previous situation."

Everyone speculated and got a rough time.

A pair of scorching eyes stared at the ancestor, unable to conceal their excitement and feeling very good.

"Your decision is correct."

After working for a long time, the clan leader's tense heartstrings slowly relaxed. He turned to look at Ying Jiuye, his eyes full of relief and praised.

The clan elders then looked at Ying Jiuye, with complicated expressions including respect, gratitude, admiration, etc.

Back then, Ying Jiuye insisted on joining the Qing Sect, even if he was just an ordinary disciple, regardless of the opposition of the entire clan's senior officials. For this reason, Ying Jiuye is willing to give up his position as the emperor's son and stick to the direction.

This kind of behavior is undoubtedly a sign of self-degradation and undermines the dignity of the imperial clan. At that time, many ancient tribes were discussing this as a joke and often talked about it.

As a member of the Yan Emperor Clan, his face was naturally dull and he felt a knot in his heart.

Today, no one questions Ying Jiuye's decision, and they admire him extremely.

"The remodeling of the ancestral weapons has fulfilled the last wishes of the ancestors of all generations." The clan leader patted Ying Jiuye on the shoulder and had high hopes for him: "You will definitely be better than me in the future."

These words from the patriarch are undoubtedly the highest praise for Jiuye. The profound meaning of the words can be understood by everyone present, which means that Ying Jiuye will definitely succeed as the patriarch of the clan in the future, and no one can shake him.

Although the emperor's son is very famous, there are many candidates behind him.

If the current emperor's son dies in infancy, or some behavior is harmful to the interests of the clan, or if the strength is not enough to convince the public, it will cause the ancient clan to choose another young master, stop the loss in time, and train again.

Ying Jiuye doesn't have to worry about this problem, because his strength is far beyond that of his peers. If not for this, he had insisted on joining the Qing Sect that day, and the Guiyan Emperor Clan would have probably cut off his status as the emperor's son.

"The emperor is wise."

An elder complimented.

"wise!"

Everyone agreed and approved wholeheartedly.

Facing everyone's smiling faces, Ying Jiuye said a few polite words.

A few days later, he proposed to leave the old land and wanted to return to the big world.

"In another hundred years, the major ancient tribes will be able to move their foundations to the great world. Why rush?"

In an elegant palace, the patriarch, dressed in brocade robes, sat high up and asked.

"Go back to Qingzong."

Ying Jiuye stood below and answered truthfully.

"The ancestral artifacts have been returned. There is no need for you to stay in the Qing Sect forever. Isn't it good to stay in the clan with peace of mind and work hard to understand the inheritance of the ancestors?"

The clan leader asked again, with a hint of doubt in his eyebrows. He couldn't figure out why Ying Jiuye was in such a hurry to go to Qingzong.

"Don't rush with cultivation matters, just let things take their own course. The reason why I went to Qingzong is very simple. I like to stay there."

These words are not a secret, Ying Jiuye said them truthfully.

"Like it?" The clan leader was slightly surprised.

"Only in Qingzong can I truly understand the meaning of life."

In the past, Ying Jiuye only knew how to practice. Everyone in the clan put interests first and had to act cautiously at all times. He could not communicate his inner thoughts with anyone, just like a puppet without emotions.

"What's the meaning of living?"

The clan leader frowned.

"It is my wish to find the ancestral artifacts, and it is my sincere wish to join the Qing Sect. Otherwise, how could I pass the Qing Sect's entry examination."

There are many palaces in the imperial clan, but none of them can make Ying Jiuye feel warm.