Emperor Wu Shihuang's handwriting, do not go out of the Milky Way border

The current Tongtian Jianmu is no longer the same as before.

In the battle with the Demon Lord, it made great contributions. Tongtian Jianmu played an indispensable role in restraining the Demon Lord's Moyu Sword!

"what?"

Ying Zheng looked at the towering Jianmu and his eyes fell on the fruits.

These fruits have just grown and are not yet ripe. Normally, it takes an unknown number of Yuanhui for them to mature. However, if Ying Zheng uses faith points to ripen them, then it will not be a problem.

But what Ying Zheng cared about was not this, but the fact that among the more than one hundred fruits, there were three tender fruits that were obviously different from the others.

The brilliance and rhyme of Tao they exude are more restrained, but if you look closely, you will find that the power of the laws and the root of the Tao contained in these three fruits is more abundant, and other fruits cannot be compared with them at all.

It's a world of difference.

Ying Zheng's gaze was deep. He could see that inside these three fruits, there was purple primordial energy condensing and it had even crystallized to become the core of the fruit!
Now this core is still small and tender like the fruit. But when the fruit matures, the Dao rhyme contained in this core will probably be comparable to hundreds of primordial qi.

These three fruits are like the kings among the fruits produced by the towering Jianmu tree.

"After these three fruits mature, they may be enough to help people break through to the realm of the saint of Hunyuan Dao." Ying Zheng thought to himself.

This is definitely a rare treasure!
Moreover, Ying Zheng already had a plan in mind as to who to give these three fruits to when they were ripe.

Good things should of course be given to the people closest to you. In this primitive world, besides Nuwa and others, the people closest to Ying Zheng are naturally his master Tongtian Jiaozhu, his great uncle Laozi and his second great uncle Yuanshi Tianzun.

"Three great saints of the Hunyuan Dao!" Ying Zheng smiled slightly, "I wonder what expressions Master and the others will have when they see these three fruits."

For some reason, Ying Zheng's heart was full of anticipation.

Hongmeng Glazed Tower has only opened the second floor so far. The number of exchange points required to open the third floor is as high as 10 billion, which is equivalent to 1 trillion breakthrough points, which is really an astronomical figure.

For the current Ying Zheng, it is not easy to get such a huge number of breakthrough points.

According to the current rate at which Divine Network was acquiring communication points, it would take him another thousand years to accumulate enough.

The third floor, which can only be opened with 10 billion exchange points, must have amazing effects! Moreover, Ying Zheng had a hunch that, unlike the first and second floors, the third floor of the Hongmeng Glazed Tower might be able to be used against the enemy!

"I will save the exchange points for now, and I will open the third floor of Hongmeng Glazed Tower when I have enough points." Ying Zheng made a decision. A thousand years was just a blink of an eye for him, a sage of Hunyuan Dao.

He took a nap, and a thousand years passed quietly.

As for the Chaos Pearl, it is like a small chaotic world. Not only does it breed a chaotic world, but once the enemy is taken in, Ying Zheng can also use the power of the world in the Chaos Pearl to deal with the enemy. However, Ying Zheng thinks that the function of the Chaos Pearl is far more than that.

As a Chaos treasure that surpasses the Tongtian Jianmu and the Hongmeng Glazed Tower, the Chaos Pearl must be even more useful.

Moreover, the Chaos Pearl is so coveted by the Demon Lord, and it may even involve the old monsters in the Source Realm. Ying Zheng guessed that among these three treasures, the Chaos Pearl is probably the most valuable!

But now, Ying Zheng still can't see the true magical power of the Chaos Pearl.

After thinking for a moment, Ying Zheng waved his hand and collected the three treasures. Then, he flipped his palm and took out another magic weapon.

This treasure is a sword, the blade is pitch black, emitting a heavy and ominous dark light. But at this moment, the Dao rhyme and laws contained in this magic weapon have become silent.

The dim light that escaped was only a tiny remnant of its power.

It was already silent, even dead silent. If one felt it carefully, one could still feel an incomparably sad aura and emotion emanating from the sword.

This sad atmosphere permeated, seeming to make everything around it sad.

Its owner has fallen and completely disappeared from this world.

This sword is the Hongmeng spiritual treasure, the Mo Yu Sword, which was once owned by the Demon Lord!

After the Demon Lord died, this peerless sword, which was the Demon Lord's life-saving magic weapon and contained endless demonic power, fell into the hands of Ying Zheng.

"What a good sword." Ying Zheng took the Mo Yu Sword, looked it up and down for a few times, and finally stretched out his hand and gently flicked the sword a few times. As he moved, the blade of the Mo Yu Sword trembled slightly, emitting a faint and mournful cry.

"What a pity! Are you unwilling to work for me?" Ying Zheng frowned slightly.

From the mournful cry emanating from the Mo Yu Sword, he could understand the will of this peerless evil sword, which was unwilling to submit to him.

As a Hongmeng spiritual treasure, the Mo Yu Sword obviously has its own will.

With Ying Zheng's cultivation, he could certainly rely on his peerless cultivation to forcibly suppress and refine the Demon Sword. But even so, he could not distort the will of the Demon Sword itself. Unless he directly wiped out the Demon Sword's self-consciousness.

But if it does so, the Mo Yu Sword will be seriously damaged and its quality will drop drastically, at least to the worst level among the Hongmeng spiritual treasures.

It is even possible that as the self-consciousness is wiped out, the Dao rhyme contained in the Demonic Sword will also dissipate. In this way, the quality of the Demonic Sword will fall below that of the Hongmeng Spiritual Treasure and directly become a piece of waste.

Directly destroying a Hongmeng spiritual treasure is not the result that Ying Zheng wants to see.

"You are a sword of chastity and loyalty. You would rather die than surrender to the enemy who would kill your master." Ying Zheng said half-jokingly and half-helplessly while holding the Mo Yu sword.

"I can give this sword to my master." Ying Zheng pondered. Although Mo Yujian was unwilling to join him, it should be possible for others to refine it.

He had no use for this sword, and it would be a waste to keep it, so he could only give it to someone else. If he gave it to someone else, of course he would first consider his master.

The Patriarch Tongtian originally wielded the four swords of Zhuxian, Juexian, Xianxian and Luxian. Together with the Zhuxian Sword Formation, he was able to fight against four saints with the power of one saint and remain undefeated.

The four swords of Zhuxian are only innate treasures. If the four swords of Zhuxian can be replaced with four swords of Hongmeng Lingbao level, and the Zhuxian sword formation is improved. Then it can be controlled by the cultivation of the Hunyuan Dao saint, how powerful will the new Zhuxian sword formation be? !
Ying Zheng couldn't help but imagine in his mind the scene of his master controlling four swords, forming a new Zhuxian sword formation, and roaming in the chaos. Thinking of this, he was even more excited. This could be considered a great gift for his master. However, there was only one sword now, and it would not be easy to get three more Hongmeng Lingbao-level swords.

After putting away the Mo Yu Sword, Ying Zheng closed his eyes, blocked his five senses, and began to sleep. When he woke up next time, it would be three thousand years later.

When Ying Zheng closed his eyes and fell asleep, all the creatures in the world left their homes and began their journey to Kunlun Mountain.

Ying Zheng gave them three thousand years to travel, but some creatures with lower cultivation were worried that they would not be able to reach Kunlun Mountain in time due to the long journey, so they set out early.

On the ancient continent, a strange phenomenon suddenly appeared.

Many living creatures are heading in the same direction, and that direction is Kunlun Mountain!
Time flies and flies by.

Three thousand years was too short a time for the prehistoric continent. For Ying Zheng, a sage of the Great Dao of Hunyuan, it was just a blink of an eye.

It seemed like just a blink of an eye, and when Ying Zheng opened his eyes again, three thousand years had passed quietly.

"Xiao Zhuzi, are you going to Kunlun Mountain to preach the Dao?" Nuwa's voice was transmitted into Ying Zheng's mind through divine thoughts. "Yes. The time has come, let's go to Kunlun Mountain." After Ying Zheng finished speaking, he stood up and led the women of the Nuwa Palace to Kunlun Mountain.

Before setting off, Nuwa also brought a group of Taoist children from the Queen Nuwa Palace with her.

Kunlun Mountain Sanqing Taoist Temple.

Thousands of years ago, this place was already overcrowded.

Everywhere there were practitioners who came from all over the prehistoric continent, ready to listen to Ying Zheng preach the great way.

Kunlun Mountain, as a holy place for saints to practice, has become well-behaved after all the living beings came here. They each find a suitable place to sit cross-legged, practice hard, and wait for the arrival of that important moment.

As time went by, more and more people came, and the entire Kunlun Mountain was packed.

Kunlun Mountain could no longer accommodate any more people, so latecomers had to sit outside the mountain and wait.

Three thousand years passed quietly, and when the time for Ying Zheng to preach the great truth finally came, outside Kunlun Mountain, with Kunlun Mountain as the center, within a thousand miles, it was already densely packed with creatures from all over the prehistoric world.

The Divine Master is about to preach.

In the prehistoric continent, all living beings with a certain level of cultivation have come here!

Most of these beings have just broken through the mundane realm and entered the immortal path, which is the lowest level of earthly immortals. Many of them have not even reached the level of earthly immortals.

They also gathered here, expecting the God to preach, hoping to get an opportunity.

Naturally, no creature in the ancient world with a higher level of cultivation would be willing to miss such a great opportunity.

"Boom! Boom!"

On Mount Kunlun, in the Sanqing Taoist temple, a deep bell sound rang out, echoing throughout the three realms and six paths.

At this moment, all the waiting creatures inside and outside the Kunlun Mountain Dojo were cheered up, with excitement on their faces.

"The Lord God's sermon is finally about to begin!"

"Have the long three thousand years finally passed?!"

"It's finally here. The God will preach the great truth to us! Haha, this trip is worth it. I came here two thousand years ago to wait for this!"

"Above the mortals are the immortals, and gathering the three flowers together makes them Daluo. Above Daluo are the saints, and above the saints are the gods! The gods preaching is a blessing for the three realms and six paths!"

As the bell rang, celestial music sounded in the sky, and in an instant, thousands of divine lights fell, and golden lotuses bloomed, surrounded by divine light, turning into golden bridges. The rhythm of Tao permeated the air, turning into a sacred shadow, dancing between heaven and earth.

In such a grand scene, a figure full of sacredness, mystery and majesty appeared.

As soon as he appeared, he sat upright at the highest point of the Kunlun Mountain Dojo. His figure was not tall, but there was a majestic aura that seemed to overwhelm the world and eclipse the long river of time and space.

Ying Zheng sat in the Taoist temple in Kunlun Mountain. His mind moved slightly, and he took everything in. Then he nodded slightly.

This was his greeting to his master Tongtian, his first uncle Laozi, his second uncle Yuanshi Tianzun, and his ancestor Hongjun.

After nodding, Ying Zheng did not say much, but his expression was slightly solemn, and then he began to preach the truth without hesitation.

As Ying Zheng opened his mouth, the entire Kunlun Mountain Taoist temple, inside and outside, was in chaos, with him as the center.

The rhythm of Tao continued to ripple and spread, transforming into petals that fell all over the sky.

Divine lights were flying and immortal music was playing. As soon as the performance started, all the living beings inside and outside the Kunlun Mountain Taoist temple were mesmerized!

The great truth preached by the God is the most comprehensive, profound, mysterious and all-encompassing principle in the universe.

Any living creature, whether it is vegetation that has become a spirit, rocks that have taken shape, ferocious beasts that have attained enlightenment, or humans, no matter whether they practice the way of the gods, the way of immortals, the way of martial arts, or any other way of practice, any method of practice, can see their own path to the most mysterious truth in the world from the great way preached by Ying Zheng.

Attracted by the great truth, all the living beings who came to listen were immersed in it and unable to extricate themselves.

During this process, large numbers of living beings continue to gain insights and thus break through their original realms.

But unlike normal breakthroughs, when they broke through here, a large amount of divine light immediately poured down from the sky, allowing them to break through the realm silently without any movement.

Soon, a thousand years passed in a flash, and Ying Zheng stopped preaching for the first time.

"In the past thousand years, I have been talking about the subtle ways. The subtle means the wonderful principles. All living beings, whether they have the opportunity or not, can be enlightened and benefit a lot from listening to my lectures. In the next thousand years, I will be talking about the profound ways. The profound means the profound principles. Those who have achieved immortality and those who are very smart can gain something." Ying Zheng spoke slowly, as if every word and sentence was as heavy as a thousand pounds. Every word and every sentence was like a seal, deeply engraved in the hearts of the gods who were listening to the lecture.

"Such a profound avenue is actually just a trivial one?!" Many living beings who heard about the avenue were shocked.

"This insignificant way is already so powerful that it has allowed me to achieve a huge breakthrough. How shocking must this mysterious way be?!" Some creatures were amazed.

Ying Zheng paused only for a moment and then continued to preach the truth.

For a moment, the Kunlun Mountain Dojo was filled with thunder and fairy music. Various strange phenomena appeared, and the movement was comparable to the scene of a saint attaining enlightenment.

Just as Ying Zheng had said before, the great doctrine he preached this time was much more subtle than before.

Although almost all the beings who came to listen to the lecture had achieved immortality within the past thousand years, or at least achieved earthly immortality, there were still too many beings who were confused and had no idea what Ying Zheng was talking about.

This is because their cultivation and opportunities are not enough, and they can no longer understand the great principles that Ying Zheng is preaching.

These creatures were filled with reluctance, and they tried desperately to comprehend the great principles preached by Ying Zheng. Unfortunately, no matter how hard they tried, it was in vain.

If you don't understand, you don't understand. There is no point in forcing it.

After being convinced that they could not comprehend it, they tried to record what Ying Zheng had said and then slowly comprehend it later.

Unfortunately, no matter how hard they tried, even if they used magic weapons to copy it, they could not record even a little bit of the great principles that Ying Zheng preached.

Whenever they carved out a little bit of content, it would soon disappear naturally. Neither the words nor the images could be preserved.

These things come from the Dao rhyme of Ying Zheng. How could they record the Dao rhyme of the Chaos Great Saint? Even though these are the contents of countless simplified versions by Ying Zheng.

Helplessly, these people could only show disappointed expressions. (End of this chapter)