Gaze and you will become stronger: starting from Doupo

"The Stone Emperor is defeated!" The cheers on the battlefield in Zhongzhou were deafening. The young monks were waving their blood-stained weapons, and the silhouette of Jiang Han in the sky was reflected in their eyes. An old man with a broken left arm knelt on the ground, trembling as he held up a handful of stardust mixed with the blood of the Stone Emperor: "As a fellow emperor, the ancestor's clothes are not even torn..." His voice was choked, remembering that his sect was almost wiped out by the ancient tribe three days ago. It was Jiang Han's residual light that allowed the only 23 people to survive. In the distance, Duan De was drooling as he stared at the peaches in Jiang Han's hand, and the jade box on his waist was vibrating frequently - it was the "Qiankun Box" he stole from the tomb of the Wushi Great Emperor that year, and at this moment it was frantically devouring the fragments of the laws that escaped from the enlightenment tea tree. Ye Fan stood on the top of Buzhou Mountain. The thunder fruit in the secret realm of Lunhai transformed into nine thunder dragons, circling around his body. In his eyes, he reflected the scene of Jiang Han collecting the divine spring: "It turns out that there is really a higher realm above the emperor..."

Deep in the ancient forbidden land, four divine gold chains suddenly made a harsh friction sound. The locked Great Sacred Body raised his head, the sacred body pattern on his chest was as bright as day, and his eyes reflected Jiang Han's figure in the God Ruins: "That defensive power can actually withstand the Stone Emperor's Heavenly Halberd..." His voice was low, with a hint of unwillingness. The woman next to him gently stroked the ghost face mask, and the eye holes on the mask suddenly overflowed with golden light, reflecting the double tree vision in Jiang Han's sea of ​​consciousness: "Five million years ago, the 'Severing Dao Nine Tribulations' really opened up a new path for him in the Great Emperor Realm." Her fingertips brushed across the cracks on the mask, which were the marks left by the fight with the Void Emperor 100,000 years ago, "If I fight him..." Before she finished speaking, the mask suddenly wailed, and blood oozed from the cracks.

On the reddish-brown ground of the Taichu Ancient Mine, nine black shadows were suspended above the mine, each of them carrying a rich source of energy. When Jiang Han's voice echoed in the mine, the black shadow in the center trembled violently, and the source pattern on his cuffs was as bright as daylight: "Five hundred years ago, he came to borrow the source, and he was still a polite quasi-emperor..." There was fear in his voice, remembering the chaotic color in Jiang Han's eyes when they met last time, "Now he is directly asking for nine pieces of divine source!" The other black shadows were silent, only a sigh came from the depths of the mine, and nine pieces of divine source the size of washbasins flew out automatically, and the seal emblems on the surface all collapsed the moment they touched Jiang Han.

The Nantian Gate of Shenxu was in ruins, and only the character "Zhu" was recognizable on the lintel of the four characters "Garden of the Gods". The moment Jiang Han stepped on the threshold, the sleeping array pattern suddenly lit up, but turned into powder the moment it touched his clothes. Shenxu Supreme appeared from the sea of ​​clouds, and his hand holding the jade plate trembled slightly - the seven peaches on the plate were the "Nine-turn Xuantian Peaches" that ripened once every three thousand years, and each one contained a tremendous energy that was enough to allow a quasi-emperor to break through. "Daoyou's disciple..." The Supreme watched Jiang Han casually put the divine spring into the jade bottle, and the golden koi in the spring water hit the bottle wall to create ripples, "Could it be the abandoned baby adopted in Xuanhuang Continent back then?" Jiang Han did not answer, but put the peach into the ring. When his knuckles passed over the bottle, the three words "Jiang Taixu" automatically appeared on the bottle - that was his most respected disciple, who was now treating the wounded on the battlefield in Zhongzhou.

Among the prehistoric stone tablets in the Immortal Mausoleum, the largest one, the "Creation Monument", suddenly made a buzzing sound. The moment Jiang Han landed on the top of the monument, the 360 ​​ancient magic phases engraved on the monument opened their eyes at the same time, but closed them all after seeing his face clearly. The two black shadows below the stone tablet wanted to attack, but saw Jiang Han pressing his palm on the top of the monument, with chaotic light flowing from his fingertips, and instantly imprinted the inscription on the monument into his sea of ​​consciousness: "This monument, I will lend it to my disciples to copy." The black shadow's roar was stuck in his throat, watching the stone tablet turn into a stream of light and fly into Jiang Han's sleeves, and he could only watch this Taoist ancestor who came from the chaos take away the treasure of the Immortal Mausoleum at will.

The silver waves of the Samsara Sea suddenly solidified. Jiang Han stood on the crest of the wave, looking at the bronze ancient ship that surfaced below. The old man on the boat held the oars, and the Samsara emblem embroidered on his cuffs had faded to gray: "The enlightenment tea planted by Daoyou on the bank of the Samsara River has now grown into a towering tree..." His voice was filled with pleading, but Jiang Han raised his hand and sucked, and the "Time Bottle" hanging on the side of the boat automatically flew into his palm. The bottle contained the "Silver Wave Divine Water" that could delay aging. "My apprentice has a special physique and needs this." Jiang Han's voice was cold, but it reminded the old man that it was this person who left three drops of blood on the bank of the Samsara Sea 100,000 years ago, which made the dried-up Samsara River flow again.

When Jiang Han arrived at the holy mountain of the ancient forbidden land, the woman was already standing on the top of the mountain waiting. The ghost mask in her hand had been replaced with a Tai Chi diagram carved from white jade. The ancient holy body Taoist pattern embroidered on the hem of her clothes echoed the chains of the great holy body. "Fellow Daoist Hongjun, you always take something away every time we meet." Her eyes fell on the storage ring on Jiang Han's waist, which contained natural treasures collected from the seven forbidden areas. "What do you want to take away this time?" Jiang Han looked at the great holy body trapped in the chains behind her. The "ancient forbidden pattern" on the chain was casting a shadow on his Taoist robe: "I came here to tell you--" He raised his hand and waved, and the enlightenment tea tree in the sea of ​​consciousness split a branch, turned into green light and sank into the soil of the holy mountain, "Next time the master of the forbidden area dares to attack the human race, I will take away the 'ancient placenta' in this forbidden area."

The woman's pupils suddenly contracted, and a thunderous roar came from the depths of the Holy Mountain - that was the warning of the ancient placenta being touched. She looked at Jiang Han's back as he turned and left, and a bitter smile appeared on the corners of her mouth under the mask: "Five hundred years ago, you killed Dao nine times and demoted yourself to the Great Emperor realm, but now you are more terrifying than at your peak..." Before she finished speaking, there was a sudden noise at the foot of the Holy Mountain. It turned out that Duan De was leading a group of cultivators to collect the blood rain of the Stone Emperor, shouting "The blood of the Great Emperor is the best material for refining immortal pills."

Above the sky, Jiang Han looked at the peaches and divine source in his hands, and thought of the baby he picked up in Xuanhuang Continent three hundred years ago. At that time, he had just experienced the third Dao beheading, and was lying in a mass grave covered in blood, but he saw that the baby in the cradle did not cry or make a fuss, but reached out and grabbed his fingers. Now the child has grown into a young man who can stand on his own, but he was seriously injured in the Taigu clan's surprise attack three months ago. Only the treasures of the seven forbidden areas can heal the Dao injuries in his body.

"Master, can I become as strong as you?" The pale face of the young man appeared in his mind, and Jiang Han's eyes softened. He raised his hand and looked at the two trees in his sea of ​​consciousness. The leaves of the enlightenment tea tree suddenly differentiated into a new bud, which turned into a jade slip floating in his palm - that was the "Chaos Myriad Laws" he created for his disciples. In the distance, the cultivators of the Big Dipper Star Region were still amazed at his feat, but they didn't know that the Taoist master who made the life forbidden area tremble was just thinking about making his disciples have fewer bumps on the road of cultivation.

When the last ray of sunset glow disappeared from the top of the Immortal Mountain, Jiang Han's figure had turned into a meteor across the sky. Warning lights lit up in the direction of the seven forbidden areas, but they went out one by one after a moment - they finally understood that this Taoist ancestor who had killed nine of his own lords, seemingly looting the forbidden areas, was actually paving an unprecedented road to heaven for the entire human race. The Enlightenment Tea Tree and the Ancient Bodhi Tree were like his left and right arms, one carrying the thunder of destruction, the other embracing the Buddha's light of compassion, and together they lifted up the hope of the human race's rise.

In the ancient forbidden land, the Great Saint Body looked at the direction where Jiang Han left and suddenly let out a long howl. The Saint Body Dao pattern on his chest resonated with the shadow of the enlightenment tea tree in the sea of ​​consciousness, and his locked limbs loosened a little. The woman looked at this scene, with a complicated look in her eyes, and her fingertips gently stroked the branch left by Jiang Han - on that branch, a half-red and half-gold flower was blooming, and the petals were engraved with the word "human race", which was particularly dazzling in the darkness.

That night, all the cultivators in the Big Dipper Star Region had the same dream: an old man in a gray robe, holding two towering trees, walked between the stars. With every step he took, a new star was born, and with every wave of his hand, a law came down. Behind him, countless human cultivators followed, stepping on the stars, holding Dao patterns in their hands, and taking firm steps towards the depths of chaos that no one had ever set foot in.

The wind on the top of the holy mountain carries the desolation of billions of years. Jiang Han stands with his hands behind his back. The Zhoutian star pattern on the hem of his clothes echoes the Big Dipper above his head. He looks at the surging black fog sea below. The erosion of time that he used to need to use 30% of the chaos force to resist now passes through his body like a spring breeze. The essence flows in his meridians like a rushing river, without any loss. This sense of control reminds him of the scene when he first stepped into the ancient forbidden land five hundred years ago and his fingertips were cut by the forbidden pattern. At that time, he was still a cultivator who had just entered the Great Emperor Realm. But now, the rules of the forbidden area are like a transparent veil in his eyes.

"We meet again." His voice mixed with the mountain breeze and turned into golden Taoist patterns that floated towards the depths of the holy mountain.

A figure in white clothes as white as snow rose from the sea of ​​fog, her skin was as soft as mutton-fat jade, and her hair was bare, but thousands of Dao rhymes automatically condensed into flowers. The ruthless emperor, this woman who has been deified countless times in history books, was standing ten steps away at this moment, her pupils were as clear as the unpolluted starry sky, but it seemed to hide the rise and fall of the entire universe. She looked at Jiang Han with a calm gaze, but it made the hearts of the monks watching the ceremony in the distance stop beating - it was a kind of scrutiny that could penetrate the soul, as if looking at an old friend who had known each other for ten thousand years. "What are you doing here?" The empress spoke, her voice like a clear spring hitting a stone, without a trace of worldly smoke.

Jiang Han raised his lips slightly, his fingertips swept across the void, and the chaotic force condensed into a transparent jade box: "One plant of Nine Wonders."

The outside world was in an uproar. Duan De's hand holding the wine gourd shook violently, and the wine spilled on his clothes without him noticing: "My God, the ancestor has treated the seven forbidden areas as his own medicine garden?" Ji Ziyue clenched the jade rabbit pendant in her sleeves, looking at Jiang Han's calm figure in the sky, and suddenly remembered the scene she saw in Shenxu three months ago - he also picked the peaches that ripened once every three thousand years in such a nonchalant manner, as if those natural treasures that made the supreme beings bleed were just ordinary fruit trees in the backyard.

However, what was even more shocking was the reaction of the empress. The immortal law was like the Milky Way hanging upside down, gushing out from the depths of the holy mountain, and a crystal clear plant broke out of the ground: the trunk was like a crystal sculpture, and the nine leaves showed the nine colors of gold, wood, water, fire, earth, wind, thunder, light, and darkness. The corresponding original law flowed on each leaf, and the dew condensed in the stamens actually reflected the birth and death of the small world. The empress raised her hand and waved lightly, and the immortal medicine fell into Jiang Han's hands by itself. She didn't say a word during the whole process, as if she had already expected what he wanted.

"Are there fairies?" The empress suddenly spoke, and for the first time, ripples appeared in her eyes.

This sentence exploded like thunder in the Big Dipper Star Region. All the cultivators held their breath, and even the Source Emperor who was sleeping in the Taichu Ancient Mine opened his eyes that had been sealed for thousands of years. This ultimate question that has troubled the cultivation world for countless years is about to be answered by two beings standing at the pinnacle of humanity.

Jiang Han stared at the empress, and recalled the scene he saw in the Chaos Sea 100,000 years ago: the immortal palace floating in the turbulence of time and space, the immortal vines in front of the door condensed with real immortal light, and the word "immortal" on the stone tablet in front of the door made him, who was already a quasi-emperor at the time, tremble. He once sat in front of the immortal palace for three days, and finally took away only a piece of immortal vine leaf - that was the most important guide on his path to enlightenment.

"Yes." His answer was as simple as the laws of nature, but it made the empress's eyes sparkle.

As soon as this word fell, a roar came from the depths of the ancient forbidden land. The Great Sacred Body locked by the divine chain suddenly spurted out a mouthful of golden blood, but laughed at the sky - the holy body pattern on his chest was fully lit for the first time, as if hope was ignited by this word. The empress's fingertips gently stroked the palm of her hand. There was an almost invisible scar there, which was left when she tried to split the fairyland a million years ago. At this moment, it was slowly healing.

"You have been here before, right?" The empress's voice was as light as a feather, but it moved Jiang Han's heart. She looked in the direction of his sea of ​​consciousness, where he could vaguely see the shadows of the Enlightenment Tea Tree and the Ancient Bodhi Tree. The two extreme auras were in perfect balance in his body.

Jiang Han did not answer, but raised his hand and waved it, and two figures emerged in the lightning. Ye Fan staggered to the ground holding the little girl. The former was wearing a half-worn Taoist robe, with blood stains on the cuffs from the Zhongzhou battlefield, and the latter was wearing a patched red dress, holding a shiny ghost mask in her arms - it was the orphan that Jiang Han brought back from the mass grave three days ago.

"Master!" Ye Fan looked at the surrounding black fog sea in shock, feeling the source of power surging wildly in his body. This was the first time he faced the pressure of the ancient forbidden land. Little Nannan opened her eyes wide and looked at the empress curiously. The mask in her hand suddenly glowed, echoing the same mask on the empress's waist.

The empress's eyelashes trembled slightly. This detail caught Jiang Han's attention and reminded him of the record about the empress in the "Ancient Chronicle" copied from the Immortal Mausoleum: "The mask is the guide, the obsession is the root, and she defied the heavens to become an emperor, just to find one person." He had seen the "No Tribulation Tree" planted by the empress by the Samsara Sea. Each leaf was engraved with the name of the same boy. At this moment, the mask in the little girl's hand was the token that the boy left for the empress. (End of this chapter)