Daojun, start from Penglai foundation building

Jiang Sheng naturally understood what Mingxian meant:
It makes no sense from any angle that an empty star can maintain such an appearance, possess the slow winds of all things, and have the embers of time.

However, just as Jiang Sheng was about to speak, the light covering the entire star suddenly began to distort and change.

The originally dim starlight suddenly transformed into a mottled array of colors, with streaks of mottled light intertwining and twisting across the sky, making the heavens and space itself appear strange.

Jiang Sheng and Ming Xian noticed this and their expressions became even more serious. In the next instant, a sudden storm surged into the sky.

But then a colorful storm rose into the sky, whipping up a cloud of dust from the past like a sandstorm.

"not good!"

"The Storm of Time!"

Jiang Sheng and Ming Xian both changed color, and without further hesitation, they turned and ran!

The dust of time can be seen as the embers of history, the remnants of all things left behind by the slow winds of time blowing over the years, while the storms of time are a completely different concept.

The storms of time are the product of the distorted and explosive flow of time.

When the storm of time rises, all the dust of time will be stirred up and brought to life. At this moment, every tiny grain of dust is a fragment of history, a remnant of time.

It can be said that what lies behind Jiang Sheng and Ming Xian right now is countless histories and the passage of time. Once they are drawn into it, their fate will be no better than being trapped in the long river of time.

Once trapped in the river of time, without reaching the Pure Yang realm, one is merely destined to have one's soul scattered and sink to the bottom of the river. Even those who are lost within the Pure Yang realm may have the possibility of breaking free.

For the three realms above, the storm of time can be considered a deadly danger!
Once caught in the storms of time, one will be trapped in those historical fragments and remnants of time. Heaven knows what dangers one will face and what situations one will encounter. To break free, one must traverse through the dust of time before the storms of time end and struggle out of those historical scenes.

Otherwise, when the storms of time subside and history returns to dust, one will be forever trapped in that dust, becoming a fragment of its image, with no chance of escape.

Therefore, when the storms of time stirred up the dust of the past, Jiang Sheng and Ming Xian ran away so decisively.

As Jiang Sheng fled, he turned his head and saw that in the land affected by the storms of time, jade trees and orchids were laden with fruit, and countless figures filled the palaces and pavilions. In the distance, there was a magnificent palace bathed in auspicious light, as if some terrifying being had awakened.

Jiang Sheng's heart sank, knowing that it was the past of the Three Mysterious Daoist Sect, which had only briefly appeared in the world amidst the storms of time.

That deep and solemn aura came from the master of this star, the Mahayana Immortal Lord of the Three Profound Dao Sect!
Sure enough, the next moment a resounding bell rang out from behind.

Dong~dong~dong~
Accompanied by the melodious tolling of bells, the bells and chimes were struck, and streaks of rainbow light and colorful clouds enveloped the sky. Then a loud shout rang out: "Immortal Lord Baoyu preaches the Dao, and all the immortals come to pay homage!"

"When the Immortal Lord Baoyu preaches the Dao, all the immortals come to pay homage!"

In an instant, the storm of time spread even further. On both sides of Jiang Sheng and Ming Xian, grains of dust from the past began to glow, and then countless figures emerged from them.

These figures were either male or female, old or young, and their expressions and cultivation levels varied. The only thing they had in common was that they were all walking towards the place where the Jade Immortal Lord was giving his sermon.

As more and more people gathered outside the Hall of the Immortal Lord Baoyu, melodious recitations began to rise:
“The Three Mysteries are magnificent, the Supreme Ancestor is majestic.”

"The law is clear and bright, shining like the sun over a thousand layers high."

"The way of time, the condensation of the creation of time, the wondrous method of understanding the three mysteries, transforming into an endless flow of sound."

"Of all the laws of the heavens, time is paramount. The way of time governs the past and foresees the future, traversing the realms of Yin and Yang while maintaining one's own integrity."

Various chanting sounds came, the chaotic Taoist sounds were almost like the sounds of demons and gods, disturbing Mingxian's mind and making him not only unable to calm his mind, but also making his soul restless and uneasy.

"Junior Brother Lingyuan, we must hurry."

As Mingxian spoke, he quickened his pace, while Jiang Sheng remained silent and simply followed.

The two rushed forward at their maximum speed, covering millions of miles in a single breath. In less than a moment, they should have already traveled tens of millions of miles. However, when Jiang Sheng turned his head, he found that he was not only not far from the place where the Jade Immortal was lecturing, but actually closer! The star was clearly only a million miles in diameter, and the two were clearly moving forward, so why were they actually moving backward?!

Although Jiang Sheng maintained a calm and composed expression, a trace of anxiety inevitably flashed in his eyes. Jiang Sheng knew that they must have been affected by the storms of time.

Mingxian had obviously noticed the anomaly, but he had no better solution at the moment. As the storm of time blew and the dust of time covered the sky like swirling sand, even the Candle Dragon Eye in Mingxian's hand was greatly depleted.

Mingxian knew that he and Jiang Sheng were clearly in danger. The fact that they hadn't experienced the storm of time last time was just a coincidence, but this time they obviously wouldn't be so lucky.

Realizing this, Mingxian felt a little heavy-hearted. Looking at the Candle Dragon Eye in his hand, which was quite exhausted, Mingxian glanced at Jiang Sheng, who was standing silently beside him, and suddenly shoved the Candle Dragon Eye into Jiang Sheng's hand: "Lingyuan, take it!"

Jiang Sheng stared in astonishment at Ming Xian's actions: "Brother Ming Xian, what are you doing?!"

Mingxian grinned: "I was reckless in this operation. I invited you here, and now that things have gone wrong, I can die, but you have to live well."

"I cannot allow people to say that the chief of the Tianhe Dao Sect invited the Penglai ally to go out for training and then abandoned the ally to save his own life."

"The Heavenly River Dao Sect cannot afford to lose face like this, and I, Ming Xian, cannot afford to lose face like this even more!"

"I am not one to fear death. I will use my magic to shield you from the storm of time for a moment. You take the Candle Dragon Eye and hurry up and escape!"

Seeing that Mingxian was already prepared to die, Jiang Sheng suddenly laughed: "Brother Mingxian, in this situation, let alone whether you can withstand the storm of time for even a breath, I can escape even with this Candle Dragon Eye?"

As he spoke, Jiang Sheng pointed ahead. Ming Xian turned his head to look and was shocked to find that the area ahead had been affected by the storm of time. As far as the eye could see, there was nothing but dust that blotted out the sky. Every grain of dust was releasing the power of time, replaying fragments of history.

Where those historical fragments overlap, time begins to distort, and distorted, mottled figures emerge from them, some engaging in grand discussions, others sparring and exchanging techniques, and still others looking towards Jiang Sheng and Ming Xian.

"Fellow Daoist Lingyuan, Fellow Daoist Mingxian, come quickly to discuss the Dao together."

"Lingyuan, Mingxian, it's time for class!"

"Lingyuan, Mingxian, why haven't you gone to listen to the Dao from Immortal Lord Baoyu yet?!"

"Lingyuan! Mingxian!"

"Lingyuan! Mingxian!"

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Thousands of male, female, old, and young voices overlapped together, creating a distorted, eerie, and chilling effect.

If it weren't for the protection of the Candle Dragon Eye, Jiang Sheng and Ming Xian would have already been swept up in the storm of time and trapped in various periods of history.

However, at this time, the consumption of the Candle Dragon Eye was also increasing.

Jiang Sheng stared at the approaching figures before him, seemingly having made up his mind.

Suddenly, Jiang Sheng used his magic to push Ming Xian away with his palm, and at the same time stuffed the Candle Dragon Eye into Ming Xian's arms. Ming Xian was caught off guard by Jiang Sheng's sudden action, and in his shock, he had already retreated.

Looking at the Candle Dragon Eye in his arms, Mingxian immediately steadied himself and chased after Jiang Sheng, shouting, "Lingyuan! What are you doing?!"

When Mingxian caught up with the two of them, apart from the towering storm of time and the swirling dust of time, there was no trace of Jiang Sheng.

Meanwhile, amidst a fragment of history, Jiang Sheng looked at the things around him that clearly belonged to the previous era, but his face showed no panic: "I'm betting my life on this; it's up to you now."

Before Jiang Sheng could finish speaking, a tiny candle flame suddenly leaped into his palm, emitting a clear, mysterious light. (End of Chapter)