Changsheng: I, Cao, can see the prompt

Chapter 697: First Arrival at Guixu
When the remaining breath after Randeng's brief appearance was felt, it completely dissipated between heaven and earth.

Cao Wei sighed softly, raised his hand, pinched a leaf swaying in the wind with two fingers, and blew gently at it.

I saw the withered leaves curl up and then unfold, turn from yellow to green, the dead air disappeared, and a vigorous vitality emanated from it.

Then he threw the leaves in his hand casually, and the fallen leaves in the wind transformed into tender buds, and branches grew from top to bottom. From partial to complete, it evolved into a towering sacred tree.

The fallen leaves that had originally turned into mud flew upside down from the ground into the air and returned to the trees.

In a short moment, the spiritual tree degenerated from its towering size into a tiny seed.

In its original place, all kinds of flowers, plants, trees, and creatures that had appeared before reappeared, as well as the occasional passing creatures, and the scenery continued to rapidly recede backwards.

The space in front of Cao Wei began to ripple, and the heaven and earth seemed to have suddenly stopped. Then, everything that had ever happened in this world happened, like a river flowing backwards, and time went back.

And He just had His eyes half closed, watching everything that had happened in the past years with the indifferent attitude of a bystander.

Tracing back to hundreds of thousands of years ago, during the turmoil of the Great Wilderness, Cao Wei's sight was blocked by dozens of human figures that remained in the years of history. The history before that fell into chaos and was no longer clear!

At this moment, two blurry figures that were originally confronting each other suddenly felt something in their connection.

The next moment, the two disappeared from the time and space they were originally in, and then appeared on the vague and empty river of time.

Linglong, holding the pagoda, looked at the end of the long river, frowned slightly, and said softly: "It seems that there are Taoist friends in the future who are spying on us!"

Hearing this, Xuanji chuckled and said, "It's possible that it could be Brother Boyang!"

Linglong sighed softly: "If we can't break the fate and reincarnation set by Sansheng, then what's the point of having one more or one less of him?"

"If we can't break this era, then we have to wait for the arrival of the next era. But this time, Boyang passed away too suddenly, and he didn't even have time to leave a single word. I'm afraid he was ambushed by those innate demon gods who are lingering on at the bottom of Guixu." Xuan Ji sighed.

"Zhu Ying has handed my master's remains to me." Linglong said solemnly.

As soon as these words came out, Xuanji's tightly closed third eye between her brows glowed with golden light, and showed a tendency to open. Looking through the slits in her eyes, all she could see was chaos and nothingness!
Then he said in a deep voice: "Sansheng has trapped us in this small space. Now with my current strength, I can open the door to the virtual world. With the power from outside the domain, there may be a 30% chance of breaking his magical power!"

Seeing this, Linglong shook her head slightly: "The time has not come yet! Long Bo risked his life to conceal the truth for us, and used the dream world of clouds to attract the attention of Sansheng and others. It's a pity that my master suddenly met with misfortune and even sought death. Now Zhu Ying has handed his remains to me like this. What is he planning?"

After saying this, He was silent for a long time, and then he sighed deeply.

"No matter what plans they have, I will revive Fellow Daoist Boyang!" Xuan Ji said in a deep voice.

"What if the one who returns is not my master?" Linglong asked worriedly.

"It's nothing more than one more powerful enemy. If we want to accomplish great things, how can we look ahead and behind? Long Bo sacrificed his life before, and Sakyamuni passed away later. Now we absolutely cannot do without fellow Daoist Boyang!" Xuan Ji said slowly.

At this point, he sneered and said, "In the past, Fellow Daoist Boyang occupied the Dao body of the innate demon master of Sansheng. Over the past tens of millions of years, the two of them may have long been inseparable, and may have reached the point of living and dying together! Now that Zhuying has handed over his remains to you, the meaning is self-evident!"

Hearing this, Linglong said lightly: "What do you think about the relationship between Zhulong and the Lord of Three Lives..." "No matter whether the relationship between the two is good or bad, as long as Zhuying wants to cooperate with us, he can first revive Boyang's three corpses, and then awaken His true self. As for whether Zhuying wants to revive or destroy the Lord of Three Lives, that's another matter! I will discuss this matter with fellow Taoist Ran Deng. With him secretly watching Zhuying, this is one of the few opportunities for us!" Xuanji said slowly.

Upon hearing this, Linglong looked back at the long river of time, trying to see through the hazy fog, but still couldn't see the appearance of the person coming. She just had a familiar feeling in her heart, as if the other person was somewhat related to herself!
After a while, He retracted his gaze and said slowly: "As you thought, the future has undergone some changes! It seems that the future Taoist friend must be our handiwork. This person may be able to inherit some of my master's Taoist charm, but in the end he is just a specious person."

"There are no two identical flowers in the world. Boyang has been preparing for nearly tens of millions of years, intercepting all the Mahayana power of later generations and condensing it into one body, in order to achieve the status of a true immortal. However, in the great magical power of reincarnation laid out by Sansheng, no one in the world can ascend to the position of a true immortal. As soon as he stepped forward, he was forced to retreat. The way forward is blocked! After the gods and demons, the immortal world has never come!" Xuanji said slowly.

As he spoke, he looked back with a smile on his face. Hundreds of thousands of years separated him from Cao Wei, and he nodded in acknowledgement from afar.

The Xuan Ji of the past and the Cao Wei of today, the two are facing each other across the long river of time.

After an unknown amount of time, Xuanji's deep gaze seemed to break through the fog of time, and she vaguely saw the appearance of Cao Wei!

Then He laughed and said, "It seems that future events are indeed moving along the trajectory that I have foreseen."

Seeing this, Cao Wei shook his head helplessly: "I never believe in the illusory fate!"

After saying this, he casually flicked his sleeves, dispelling the shadows of Xuan Ji and Ling Long in the past, and continued to go back in the long river of time, until tens of millions of years ago, when he vaguely saw a figure standing tall, and there was no way to go anymore!
Upon seeing this person, Cao Wei reluctantly withdrew his magical powers, stood up, and then a thought came to his mind, and in a flash, a Taoist body appeared in the place where the starry sea returns.

As soon as this body was revealed, more than ten Mahayana masters from the Linghuan Realm who had been guarding this place for hundreds of thousands of years turned their eyes over.

Above the sea of ​​stars, twelve gods with divine light all over their bodies turned their entire life's practice into the mysterious rules of heaven. They crisscrossed each other like a loose but leak-proof net in the sky, holding up the crumbling little world.

Among these twelve Mahayana masters, Cao Wei and the Nine Animal Sect's Jinwu, Bifang, and Kunpeng nodded as a greeting.

Then he looked up at the bright and majestic moon above the small universe. The sky was filled with moonlight that flowed down like ripples on the water, enveloping this world.

After a few breaths, a figure emerged from the moon. A white-haired old man in cloth came towards Cao Wei.

"Fellow Daoist Xuanhong, I bow to you."

"Greetings, Fellow Daoist Mingyu." Cao Wei returned the greeting.

"I wonder what brings Brother Xuanhong here this time?" Mingyu asked with a smile.

But beneath that smile, this Mahayana master who had practiced for more than a million years was hiding a fatigue that was difficult to dispel, like an oil lamp that was about to burn out.

Perhaps once the wind blows, this light will go out!
"It's nothing serious. It's just that Boyang has been guarding here for tens of millions of years. Cao must come and take a look no matter what!" Cao Wei replied slowly.

Hearing this, Mingyu sighed softly: "Daoyou, do you suspect that Senior Randeng is hiding in Guixu? This is not a good place. It will not be too late to come back after you have achieved Mahayana!"

Hearing his well-intentioned advice, Cao Wei waved his hand lightly and looked down at Guixu!

(End of this chapter)