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

"How come you are here?!" Taoist Bai Luo exclaimed, and everyone looked in the direction of the voice, only to see his face full of shock.

Ying Zheng scratched his head awkwardly: "I was careless for a moment and got lost."

"Where is this place?" Ying Zheng immediately asked the Taoist master Bai Lue.

Looking at the other party's reaction, he felt that he might have mistakenly entered a dangerous place.

“Even the Supreme Being can get lost…” The Taoist Master Bai Lie looked helpless, and then explained, “This is the border between Dazhongtian and Xiaozhongtian.”

Then, he introduced the structure of the Origin Realm to everyone: The Origin Realm is divided into 16 regions, divided into three layers. The top layer is the Fantasy Sea, the Wuyou Heaven Realm, the Great Saint Realm and the Void Heaven; the middle layer has the Small Cold Realm, the Great Cold Realm, the Daluo Realm, the Douluo Realm and the Great Middle Heaven; the bottom layer includes the Mountain and Sea Heaven, the Mandala Realm, the Mantai Luo Heaven Realm, the Small Middle Heaven, the Bitter Realm, the Mysterious Heaven and the Demon Realm. Some of these areas are connected to each other, and some are isolated by world barriers, but they all belong to the huge chaotic system of the Origin Realm.

"Although I have never been to this place, it is famous." The Taoist Bai Lie said solemnly, pointing to the Dead Sea below, "This is the Sea of ​​Hatred. According to legend, in ancient times, the two supreme beings of Dazhongtian and Xiaozhongtian fought fiercely here for ten thousand years, and finally one of them was killed at the border between the two worlds. When the supreme being died, his hatred did not dissipate, and over time, this strange place was formed. What's even more strange is that in the countless years since then, the residual thoughts of the fallen saints of the two worlds have been attracted here, causing the Sea of ​​Hatred to continue to expand. Now it has spanned the two worlds, completely blocking the passage between Dazhongtian and Xiaozhongtian. It is said that if this continues, the Sea of ​​Hatred will soon become a world of its own! We are trapped here, and it will not be easy to get out."

"Don't worry, I don't believe I can't get out. At worst, I can just split the sea of ​​hatred!" Ying Zheng rubbed his hands, eager to try. Seeing this, the Taoist master Bai Luo couldn't help but laugh and said, "With you, the supreme being, here, the sea of ​​hatred is indeed nothing to be afraid of."

"Everyone go back to the prehistoric world first, I will find a way out." Ying Zheng said to everyone.

A group of ancient saints nodded in agreement and returned, waiting for Ying Zheng to break the deadlock.

When all the saints of the ancient times returned to the world, only Ying Zheng and Bailuo Taoist were left on the scene.

The Taoist master Bai Luo stared at Ying Zheng, seeming to want to say something but stopping himself.

"Just say what you want to say. There's no need to hide anything." Ying Zheng was the first to break the silence.

"With so many people here just now, I was worried about causing panic." Bai Lu said sternly, "As far as I know, those who mistakenly enter this place rarely escape safely. Even the most powerful people dare not easily set foot here. Do you know the reason?"

"I would like to hear the details." Ying Zheng asked.

"Someone once witnessed the remnant and immortal body of the Supreme Being here." Taoist Bai Luo sighed.

Ying Zheng nodded slightly, as if he understood. Seeing this, Bailuo Taoist said no more and turned into a stream of light to return to the prehistoric world.

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The Sea of ​​Hatred is vast and boundless. As a natural barrier separating Dazhongtian and Xiaozhongtian, its scale far exceeds that of the prehistoric world.

If it weren't for the many hidden dangers here, it would be an excellent place to live.

However, this thought only flashed through Ying Zheng's mind.

After all, this place is filled with a weird and ominous atmosphere, and it is also the place where the Supreme fell, so it is difficult to arouse his interest.

Because the barrier of the world above the Sea of ​​Hate was distorted, Ying Zheng could not forcefully break through and leave, so he could only transform into a light and fly along the sea surface. After flying for an unknown amount of time, he suddenly stopped, suspended in mid-air, his eyes fixed on the distance: "There are still people in this desolate place? Could they be fellow travelers trapped here?" After saying this, he smiled and flew away in the direction he sensed.

With Ying Zheng's speed, he soon reached his destination. He saw a huge ship slowly sailing on the Sea of ​​Hate, and the huge ship was like a small world.

The ship was simple in shape, made of unknown materials, and tens of thousands of feet long. There were no sails or flags flying on the ship, only a towering tower that was particularly eye-catching. The tower was stacked layer by layer, and it was estimated that there were tens of thousands of floors, and many creatures lived on each floor.

Sensing Ying Zheng's arrival, a figure floated out from the ship and stood at the bow: "My name is Gu Yuankan, what is your name, senior?"

The visitor was dressed in a long gown and had a humble attitude. He bowed his head first and sent a message while transmitting messages through his mind.

As they were unable to see through Ying Zheng's cultivation, they only felt that the Dao rhyme flowing around him was unfathomable, so they respectfully addressed him as "Senior".

However, Ying Zheng saw through the other party's true colors at a glance: "Grand Dao Saint, fourth level."

In the Source Realm, a place where all the masters from the Hongmeng Universe gather, there are no less than a hundred supreme powers and countless saints.

Even so, the status of a Great Dao Saint should not be underestimated. Someone like Bai Luo Dao Ren, who had reached the tenth level of the Great Dao Saint of the Primordial Chaos, was a respected elder in the Origin Realm and was highly respected wherever he went.

"Ying Zheng." Ying Zheng responded briefly.

"It turns out to be Senior Ying Zheng!" Gu Yuankan bowed again, "I wonder why you are here?"

"When I entered the Source Realm, I encountered a chaos storm and was swept into this place. I lost my way for a while." Ying Zheng told the truth.

Gu Yuankan smiled bitterly upon hearing this: "So, Senior is also a fellow practitioner."

"You too?" Ying Zheng was a little surprised.

Gu Yuankan nodded and said with a wry smile, "But unlike my predecessors, I wanted to leave the Source Realm, but encountered this rare storm and was trapped here." He shook his head helplessly, "This place is too big and it's hard to tell the direction. I'm afraid it will be difficult to get out in a short time."

Ying Zheng felt the same way. With his cultivation as the Supreme Primordial Being, he could cross billions of miles in one step, but he was still trapped here, which shows how vast and strange this place is. If this place can breed life, it is not an exaggeration to say that it is an independent universe.

"Senior, why don't we move to the boat and discuss in detail?" Gu Yuankan invited.

Ying Zheng readily agreed: "Thank you for your patience." The two of them boarded the ship one after another. Gu Yuankan led Ying Zheng directly to the palace on the top floor. It seemed that he was the owner of this ship.

"This boat is called Xuanmuzhou, and it is my magical treasure. All the people on the boat are my disciples and descendants." Gu Yuankan introduced. Ying Zheng had already guessed this. Afterwards, Gu Yuankan ordered people to serve all kinds of rare fruits and prepared a banquet of singing and dancing, showing his hospitality.

During the banquet, the two drank and discussed how to leave the Sea of ​​Hate. Gu Yuankan was so attentive because he saw Ying Zheng's strength - in the Sea of ​​Hate, where dangers abound, one more helper means one more chance of survival.

"Aren't you afraid that I have bad intentions?" Ying Zheng joked with a smile. After spending some time with him, he found that Gu Yuankan was easygoing and sincere, and was a friend worth making.

"Don't be afraid!" Gu Yuankan said with a frank smile, "To be honest, I have a magic weapon that can deduce the secrets of heaven. It was it that guided me here this time. Since chance has brought you and me together, I believe that you must be my benefactor, not a villain."

Ying Zheng suddenly realized that the other party had already calculated his fortune through divination. It must be said that Gu Yuankan was really lucky - in this dangerous place, it was a godsend to meet a supreme companion.

Of course, Ying Zheng did not reveal his true level of cultivation, he only claimed that he was a sixth-level saint of Hunyuan Dao.

After that, Ying Zheng stayed on the black wooden boat. Compared with flying alone, traveling on the black wooden boat was not less efficient. Although the sea of ​​hatred was full of murderous intentions, it was still peaceful most of the time.

There are many strange creatures living in this sea area. They are formed by resentment and hatred and are hostile to living beings. However, the Xuanmu Boat, as a magic weapon of the Chaos Supreme Treasure level, crushes these monsters as easily as crushing ants. Only occasionally will powerful monsters of the Hunyuan Daluo Saint level appear, and at this time, everyone on the boat needs to work together to deal with it.

"You evil beast, how dare you! How can we allow you to stop the Xuanmu boat!" Above the vast sea of ​​hatred, a deafening roar suddenly exploded.

I saw a gilded three-headed, six-armed Dharmakāya standing in the air, with each of its six arms tightly grasping a sword. As the sound waves came down, bright sword lights appeared like an inverted Milky Way, slashing straight at the ferocious monster blocking the ship.

The monster was shaped like a giant squid, and its size was several times larger than the Xuanmu Boat. Millions of tentacles were tumbling wantonly in the demonic energy. The pitch-black demonic energy soared into the sky, and the strong hatred almost condensed into substance.

Although it has no intelligence at all, it is infected by a strange and ominous force and possesses terrifying combat power comparable to that of a saint of the Hunyuan Dao. Even the crushing of the Xuanmu Boat cannot completely destroy it.

However, under the fierce attack of the golden Dharma body, it was ultimately unable to resist and was quickly chopped into pieces by the sword light.

After repelling the monster, the golden body of Dharma slowly shrank and merged back into the black wooden boat - this was exactly the method used by Gu Yuankan.

During these days, he has taken action many times and successfully defeated many powerful monsters. Even Ying Zheng helped him twice.

But as soon as Gu Yuankan returned to his position, the Xuanmu boat began to shake violently. The dark demonic energy spread wildly along the hull like boiling black water, triggering the Xuanmu boat's defense restrictions, and the entire ship shook violently.

"Another powerful enemy?!" Gu Yuankan's expression suddenly changed, and he hurriedly made sword gestures. Countless giant swords whistled and pierced into the sea of ​​hatred.

The surface of the sea exploded, and a figure wrapped in strong demonic energy soared into the sky.

Demonic energy was surging around the figure, and his features could not be seen clearly. All that could be seen was a pair of giant hands covered with black lines, tightly grasping the flying sword. The overwhelming demonic power was like a surging wave, changing the color of the sky and the earth.

"This monster is so troublesome!" Gu Yuankan's heart tightened, and he immediately shouted for help: "I hope Brother Ye can help!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a giant palm that covered the sky stretched out from the top of the black wooden boat and slapped the monster's face accurately.

With a muffled sound, the monster's head exploded instantly, but it did not completely die. Instead, it became even more violent.

The giant palm then pressed down, creating a huge dent in the sea of ​​hatred. The monster also disintegrated bit by bit under the terrifying palm force, and turned into ashes and dissipated between heaven and earth.

"Thank you for saving my life!" Gu Yuankan was overjoyed.

"It's just a small matter." Ying Zheng's voice was calm and indifferent. The strength of the monster just now was equivalent to the sixth level of the Hunyuan Dao Saint, similar to the former Yangmei Taoist. But now Ying Zheng has already achieved the position of Hunyuan Supreme. In his eyes, such an opponent is not even an ant.

This was the third time that Ying Zheng had taken action, and each time he defeated the enemy instantly with overwhelming strength. Gu Yuankan became more and more certain that this seemingly low-key fellow Taoist's true cultivation was probably far more than what he saw on the surface. Being able to travel with such a strong man was undoubtedly a blessing in a desperate situation.

The monsters in the Sea of ​​Hate have different origins. Some are born from resentment, while others are transformed from powerful beings who died here in the past.

The one just destroyed by Ying Zheng obviously belonged to the latter - presumably a master died for unknown reasons, and after his spiritual consciousness dissipated, his body was infected by evil spirits, and he became a monster who only knew how to kill.

Ying Zheng's move did help them get rid of it. However, after these monsters turned into monsters, everything in their bodies was corroded by the demonic energy and had no use value.

After clearing the obstacles, the black wooden boat continued to move forward. But before they had sailed far, they encountered a new change. They saw countless dark lotuses floating from nowhere, each of which exuded a heart-pounding resentment. Strangely, the monsters that roamed the sea of ​​hatred avoided them one after another and did not dare to get close.

At first, Gu Yuankan was on high alert, fearing that these dark lotuses might have hidden secrets. However, after observing for a while, he found that they did not attack the Xuanmu Boat, so he relaxed his vigilance. What was even more surprising was that someone on the boat took the risk to salvage the dark lotuses, and after purifying the surface evil spirit, he discovered that these dark lotuses were all rare Chaos Spirit Treasures!
This discovery instantly ignited the enthusiasm of the entire ship, and everyone rushed to the deck or flew into the sea to salvage the lotus. Although Ying Zheng did not personally take action, he also asked the Three Pure Ones and Nuwa to join in. To him, the Chaos Spirit Treasures were just ordinary things, but to everyone who came from the prehistoric world and was accustomed to using innate treasures, these spiritual treasures were precious.

"Brother, where do these dark lotuses come from?" Nuwa asked Ying Zheng, holding two dark lotuses in her hands.

Sanqing and Mosquito Taoist also gained something and were full of curiosity.

"In my opinion, these dark lotuses must have been artificially refined." Ying Zheng's eyes were deep, "There are obvious traces of forging on them."

“Being able to refine Chaos Spirit Treasures in batches, this person’s cultivation must be unfathomable!” Gu Yuankan exclaimed.

In a short period of time, everyone has salvaged hundreds of dark lotuses, but there are obviously far more dark lotuses floating in the sea of ​​hatred.

"Who is this master? Why does he place magical treasures here?" Gu Yuankan frowned and thought.

"The truth may be hard to find out." Ying Zheng shook his head and smiled bitterly, "Perhaps the senior trapped here was extremely bored and made some random concoction to relieve his boredom."

Everyone smiled knowingly at this joke, but the next second, Ying Zheng's expression suddenly became solemn, and an inexplicable sense of crisis surged in his heart...

"Fellow Daoist Ying Zheng, what happened?" Seeing this, Gu Yuankan asked hurriedly.

"There is something unusual." Ying Zheng looked solemn. As soon as he finished speaking, his figure rushed out of the Xuanmu boat like an arrow, suspended in the air, and his eyes swept around like torches.

At this moment, the sea of ​​hatred appeared as calm as dead water. Except for the sound of the black wooden boat breaking through the waves, the surroundings were dead silent without any movement at all.

However, Ying Zheng's gaze penetrated through the layers of space, and billions of miles away, an island as black as ink came into view.

The island seemed to have grown out from the depths of the sea of ​​hatred, blending seamlessly into this sea full of resentment, emitting a biting cold breath. Its size was far larger than the black wooden boat next to it.

What was even more frightening was that on the island, a figure sat alone. The person leaned against the undulating rocks, with long messy hair falling to the sea. She was filled with loneliness, coldness, despair and ominous aura, as if she was the source of all negative emotions in the world. Her presence made the surrounding sea of ​​hatred pale in comparison.

I saw her folding paper flowers slowly and attentively. Every movement seemed to make time stop and space stretch.

As a paper flower was completed, she threw it gently, and it fell into the sea of ​​hatred and instantly turned into a dark lotus. (End of this chapter)