Immortality began with the Demon Suppression Division

The world is dead silent.

Only the boy in the central sea area is allowed to move freely.

Outside the battlefield.

On the treasure ship, Bai Tongtian's heart was pounding violently.

He would never forget that voice.

It was that senior's voice.

These have appeared in his dreams many times over the years.

What made Bai Tongtian's heart pound even harder was the address from his good brother.

Back in the Great Wu Dynasty, when he first met Luo Beiming, he learned that Luo Beiming was going to participate in the Nine Heavens Golden List and assumed that the other party had some connection with that senior.

Or perhaps a younger member of the clan.

But they never imagined that the two of them would be so close.

That one word, "Big Brother," caused Bai Tongtian's brain to momentarily shut down.

Then came a huge surprise.

My good brother, why didn't you tell me you had such an awesome background?

These past few years, the two of them have been wandering around, searching for the whereabouts of the Kunxu Cauldron, and they have suffered a lot!

A saint's younger brother descends to the mortal realm to experience the hardships of a wandering cultivator?

If we could go back five years, Luo Beiming would still be dragging him around Zhenxuantian.

Bai Tongtian must knock some sense into him and bring him to his senses.

It wasn't just Bai Tongtian.

Even the other disciples of the Wanxi Haohai Grand Sect on the treasure ship were stunned and somewhat confused about the situation.

Unlike the others who were dumbfounded, Ao Huanglong in the central area shuddered, a hint of fear flashing in his eyes.

These calm words were so familiar.

It was because of Luo Chen's existence that he was forced to hide in the North Sea Trench.

Years later, he heard that voice again, the voice that had haunted his nightmares countless times.

Years of pent-up fear finally erupted.

Ao Huang gave up struggling, and his aura gradually faded away, like a wilted eggplant.

The thunderclouds in the sky dissipated.

A massive palm print shrouded in chaotic energy tore through the barrier of space. Although it had already reduced its power by ninety percent, it still made all the forces in the entire Wanxi Vast Sea feel as if they were facing a formidable enemy.

Under this chaotic hand, the thousand-foot-long dragon body was snatched away like a small mudfish.

There was no resistance whatsoever, nor could there be any resistance.

Are you coming back now?

After taking Ao Huang away, the chaotic giant hand disappeared into the horizon, and Luo Chen's words followed immediately.

Although Luo Beiming also wanted to go back and see his family.

However, the Great Wu Dynasty was too remote and lacked resources, and there were no geniuses of his caliber.

He needs to grow, and it's obvious that the Great Wu Dynasty is not a good fit for him.

Suppress the thoughts in my mind.

Luo Beiming said it casually.

"Brother, the Nine Heavens Golden List is in five years. I want to gain more experience."

"Okay, I look forward to your performance."

boom!

As Luo Chen uttered his last words.

This sea area, which seemed to have been frozen in time by fate, instantly regained its "vitality"!

Waves crashed into the sea from mid-air, and the sea breeze stirred up even more waves.

Luo Beiming looked down at the sea and reached out his hand.

In an instant, a massive whirlpool formed on the azure sea, and a large black and gold cauldron emerged upside down.

As the Kunxu Cauldron emerged from the water, it slowly shrank and fell into the palm of one's hand.

"We finally found you!"

Luo Beiming breathed a sigh of relief. The Kunxu Cauldron was not only a supreme treasure, but more importantly, it was his mother's keepsake.

After doing all this.

Luo Beiming rode the waves and landed on a treasure ship a hundred miles away.

At this moment, on the treasure ship, the way all the companions on this trip looked at Luo Beiming changed.

If you're not a brother, why didn't you say so sooner if you have such a powerful background!

The crowd, who were already impressed by Luo Beiming's formidable strength, were now even more convinced.

Luo Beiming smiled but remained silent, offering no further explanation.

Should we make him tell everyone?

My saintly elder brother!

He's not that bored.

……

On Taigu Panshan Mountain.

Luo Chen lowered his head and looked at the pond that appeared in the void in front of him.

The Myriad Tides Ocean is vast and boundless in the eyes of Daoist cultivators.

For him, it was just a small pond within a small space.

With a casual scoop, he pulled an ice-blue "little loach" out of the "pool".

The little loach rolled three times in mid-air and transformed into a big man lying on the ground.

Ao Huang felt dizzy and disoriented. When he came to his senses, he found himself in another world.

At this moment, Luo Chen's figure came into view, awakening the deepest fear he had suppressed in his heart.

"Senior...spare me..."

His voice was dry and trembling.

The fearless spirit she had when she fought Luo Beiming had been shattered.

If you put him in the face of life and death again, he has already shown a slight tendency to back down.

Luo Chen smiled and waved his hand.

"I saved you, so you must have some value!"

"This is the Demon Suppression Division of the Great Wu Dynasty. You may leave now."

"The Pavilion Master of Tianji Pavilion will make arrangements for you."

Ao Huang stepped dejectedly onto the white jade steps leading down the mountain.

Standing atop the three-thousand-foot-high sacred mountain, gazing upon this familiar yet unfamiliar imperial dynasty.

A self-deprecating smile appeared on his lips.

Back then, I thought I had entered a wider world where I could really make a name for myself.

However, they suffer the harsh realities of life and the crushing power of the cultivation world over independent cultivators.

When Ao Huang once again stood within the territory of the Great Wu Dynasty.

It was only then that he suddenly realized that his destiny had never belonged to him.

At this moment, he was completely devoid of spirit and walked down the mountain step by step like a walking corpse.

As I passed halfway up the mountain, a figure dressed in simple linen clothes, holding a broom, came into view, sweeping fallen leaves.

Chilong, leaning on his broom, looked at Ao Huang coming down from the mountain with a hint of doubt in his mind.

It has dragon blood, but the bloodline is too thin. It is probably a mixed-blood dragon that was promoted from a Flood Dragon.

The other party was able to get down from the owner's residence.

They probably have some connections.

Being dragons, living in human territory naturally brought them closer together.

Many thoughts flashed through Chilong's mind, and when Ao Huang passed by, he spoke in a calm tone.

"Little one, if you ever have any questions in the future, you can come to me for help."

Ao Huang was startled awake by the words and immediately sensed the dragon energy flowing from the person who spoke.

Dragons!

This was the first time he had encountered a cultivator with dragon bloodline since entering Zhenxuan Heaven.

Unexpectedly, after all the twists and turns, his destiny still lay in the Great Wu Dynasty.

Really good fortune.

……

To the north of the imperial city, the sky was bathed in crimson light as a streak of light crashed into a plain outside the city.

It was impressive, but it did not cause any disaster.

When the cultivators from the imperial city came to investigate.

A deep, resonant voice instantly filled the ears of all beings throughout the Great Wu territory.

"He who draws the longsword will inherit my path!"

The cultivators stared intently and saw a crimson sword stuck diagonally in the ground of a huge rock on what was once an empty plain.

The words just spoken caused many of the arriving cultivators to gasp for breath.

The power of inheritance!

The words of that unfamiliar, powerful man still echoed in my ears.

Immediately, some cultivators couldn't wait to step forward and reach out to draw their swords.

In the imperial city, in an old inn, Xu Lin stood by the window, quietly watching this scene.