The beginning of the story: Tracing back to the empress, my qualifications to be the emperor

Chapter 51: The first day of the first lunar month, the beginning of the breakthrough

Longlin Peak is famous for its strange and bizarre mountains and rocks. It is only about a thousand feet high and shaped like a sleeping dragon. It is covered with countless strange and bizarre mountains and rocks, as if covered with dragon scales, and looks lifelike from a distance.

This peak is far away from the main Wanchu peak and is located in the marginal area. Moreover, the surrounding area is open and the rocks are hard, so it became the place where Mu Wushuang broke through.

On the first day of the first lunar month, at dawn, the Holy Son Mu Wushuang broke through the Four Extremes Secret Realm!
The news was shocking, but not surprising.

Everyone had expected this day to come since Mu Wushuang returned to Wanchu Holy Land several months ago.

The unrivaled genius of their Wanchu Holy Land will begin to blossom from this day.

Mu Wushuang will lead Wanchu to a new peak. This is a trend since the War of Holy Sons, and is recognized by the disciples and elders of the entire Wanchu Holy Land.

More importantly, in this era, the avenue of the post-ancient Qing Emperor is about to dissipate -

A great emperor of the human race who suppressed the ancient and modern times, this legendary mythological taboo is likely to come from their lineage.

Whenever they thought of this, all the people in the holy land would tremble in their hearts and become so excited that they could not extricate themselves.

The setting sun gradually falls, giving this magnificent holy land a golden edge, making it sparkle brightly. The ancient buildings are majestic, the clouds are shining, the waterfalls are flowing, and the auspicious colors are lingering.

Mu Wushuang's eyes were calm, his faith in his heart had never wavered, his body was radiating a glow, as if he was receiving a baptism, his expression was calm and extraordinary.

The darkness before dawn is the most depressing, and many elders in the holy land gather here.

Among them there are some people with particularly noble identities, such as the contemporary Holy Lord, the Supreme Elder, etc. Almost every one of them is a high-ranking official of the holy land who is at the second level of the immortal realm.

The night is about to pass, and the first ray of light appears across the sky, dazzling and tearing through the night curtain, and the new year has arrived.

The atmosphere at Longlin Peak is very depressing, making people feel like they are suffocating. It is extremely quiet, completely like a dead place.

The slightest movement of the wind, the chirping of birds and the buzzing of insects were all frightened by the invisible pressure of these powerful men, and the space seemed to freeze.

Time flows, light suddenly appears, a rising sun slowly rises from the east, and the earth welcomes light. The morning glow rises and the dewdrops roll, making people feel relaxed and happy.

Mu Wushuang came, plain and simple, without any brilliance, walking leisurely in the garden, as if he was out for a picnic.

"Haha! It turns out that he is the Qilin child of my Wanchu Holy Land. Both his body and soul have surpassed the extreme realm!"

When the elders saw Mu Wushuang for the first time, they realized that his three treasures, Hunyuan Qi, Hunyuan body and Hunyuan God, were integrated into one, and his Hunyuan was the same as before, as if they were one.

This is the realm of innate primordial chaos, which is the highest realm in the ancient legends of Wanchu Holy Land. It has nothing to do with one's own cultivation and only depends on personal talent.

On the Dragon Scale Peak, dozens of table-sized pieces of divine source were piled up, illuminating the place. The dazzling divine light penetrated the sky, eclipsing the stars and the moon. It was so bright that it seemed as if dozens of suns had fallen here at the same time.

The divine source is condensed from the essence of the origin of heaven and earth. It is born but does not fall into the mortal world. It floats in the void. The surroundings are about to evolve into a fairyland, and the spiritual energy is as rich as liquid.

Mu Wushuang calmed his mind and sat upright on the dragon scales. His blood and essence steamed up and rushed into the sky, transforming into a dragon-shaped gas column that pierced through the sky. It was like a vast ocean that could swallow up the sky and the earth.

Everyone was shocked. He was just in the Taoist Palace Secret Realm, but his physical body and blood were so vigorous, second only to a half-step great power. If he grew up fully, how terrifying would he be?
The higher-ups of Wanchu Holy Land were all smiling. The more outstanding Mu Wushuang was, the happier they were, because Mu Wushuang represented the future glory of Wanchu Holy Land in the Golden Age.

Mu Wushuang had black hair and a translucent body. He looked like a god sitting cross-legged in meditation, absorbing the vast spiritual energy to refine his body. Blood and energy were like real dragons, rushing out from every part of his body, like a peerless sword piercing through the sky.

Among them, the dragon-shaped blood energy surging from the top of his head was the thickest, like a pillar supporting the sky, which could move the heaven and the earth. The red blood light dyed the entire void red, making people almost think they were in a dream, which was unbelievable.

How terrifying is this flesh shell?
I'm afraid that I can't even fight against the weapons of a half-step powerful person with my bare hands. Just thinking about it is terrifying!
"Buzz!"

Mu Wushuang's body vibrated, and boundless golden light burst out. An overwhelming force came down from nowhere and suppressed the divine aura here.

However, even if you can suppress the light emitting from the divine source, you cannot suppress the infinite spiritual energy here. If you try forcefully, all the divine sources may explode.

His body is truly extraordinary, with a natural aura of the Tao. He looks like the incarnation of the Tao, with a mysterious aura that resonates with the pulse of heaven and earth.

Even if he was standing still, people dared not underestimate him, because there was an extremely dangerous aura around him, as if an ancient god of chaos was standing there.

The Wheel Sea realm has been perfected, the Dao Palace realm has also been perfected, and reaching the Four Poles is a natural thing.

"boom!"

A huge Chaos Green Lotus emerged, standing behind him. It had twenty-four flowers and twelve leaves, branded with the Great Dao divine pattern. It was crystal clear, shrouded in chaotic mist, and between the swaying flowers and leaves, there were vast chaotic stars shining in it.

This green lotus seems to have been born outside the universe, rooted in the great road of chaos, and has a unique power.

This is the Chaos Totem, which began to manifest itself autonomously as Mu Wushuang impacted the four poles.

At the same time, Mu Wushuang's Liangyi and Sancai Taoist Palaces rang out together, emitting the sound of the great Dao, resounding throughout heaven and earth, like the vibration of the Huangzhong Dalü.

It is very vague, yet very grand. No one understands its meaning, and can only feel the echo of divine sound, like the morning bell and evening drum, deafening, making people alert and enlightened.

Mu Wushuang's aura became even more majestic, like an ancient god of chaos who was supreme throughout the ages, vast and terrifying, transcending the great way of heaven and earth.

The chaos is boundless, and each small world is vivid and real. Dragons and phoenixes are dancing, unicorns are leaping, and many fairies are revolving around him. He is like an ancient god on patrol, overlooking the heavens, with the Yin-Yang Tai Chi diagram above his head, interpreting myriad mysteries.

"Shh!"

The auspicious clouds from the heavens rose up, filling the sky with brilliance, the silk threads were misty, the Dao was brilliant, the laws of the heavens resonated, and the spirit reached its peak.

Mu Wushuang sat cross-legged in the middle, drawing in the light of the stars in the sky, the essence of plants and trees, and the myriad of rays of light, which all merged into his vision.

"boom!"

His sea of ​​​​wheels was vibrating, and a chaos bell rose up, like the creation of the world, deafening, overflowing from his body, and shining brilliantly.

The spiritual energy of heaven and earth was in turmoil, and the Pangu Banner, which was dark yellow in color, emitted the sound of heaven. Five-colored mists flowed, misty and gorgeous, piercing the sky.

Mu Wushuang stood in the center of heaven and earth with a calm expression. The three weapons continued to surround him.

At this moment, everything froze at the moment the three instruments appeared. Mu Wushuang stood in the center of the three instruments and turned into a god.

(End of this chapter)