Supreme Immortal Emperor

Lo Divine Abyss!

Ye Chen murmured, remembering a dream from a long time ago.

It was during Three Sect Great Comparison, I dreamed of a kind old man and asked him to go to the Divine Abyss in Los Angeles for 5 minutes.

Subconsciously, Ye Chen used the eyes of the fairy wheel to remove the Formation restriction, walked in one step, and stopped in front of the stone tablet.

“Luo Divine Abyss actually exists.” Ye Chen looked at the stone tablet blankly, and muttered again.

“The dreamland…” Ye Chen was in a daze, unable to distinguish whether the dreamland was real or illusory.

After a long time, he moved his steps and walked into the valley.

Along the way, he was watching around.

The valley is very peaceful, with peach trees planted everywhere, and peach blossoms are scattered all over the sky.

This is like a mortal village. There are rice fields, gurgling streams, and country roads paved with gravel. Flowers and trees are hidden in the depths. There are also rows of bamboo houses located in front of the bamboo houses. There are a few hoes needed for farming.

Ye Chen is in a daze again, isn’t this the world he yearns for? Away from the hustle and bustle of the world, away from the disturbances of the world, cultivate 35 acres of rice fields, harvest at sunrise, and rest at sunset, with a loved one, and watch the sunset together.

Quietly, Ye Chen opened the bamboo door.

The furnishings in the bamboo house are simple, the tables, chairs and tea bowls are so ordinary, without the slightest breath of spirituality.

Ye Chen saw a spirituality card with spider web wrapped around it. There was dust left over by the years, full of vicissitudes of life.

My wife Yan Fei!

Through the gap in the spider web, Ye Chen saw four ordinary ancient characters on the ascension card.

Yan…Yan Fei!

Ye Chen opened his mouth, and his whole body was stunned.

Concubine Yan, the wife of Emperor Chen, is also one of the ancestors of Three Sects. He has never seen Concubine Yan daoist, but he has seen its stone statues.

“This is the former home of Emperor Chen and Concubine Yan.” In an instant, Ye Chen truly understood what this place was.

“The old man in the dream is…” Ye Chen flashed the light of clear comprehension in his eyes, and the old man in the dream was Emperor Chen.

“The ancestor is still alive, otherwise how can I fall into my dream.” Ye Chen’s thoughts were a little confused, and he was agitated for his own guesses. That is Chen Huang, the Sovereign of Da Chu!

“No.” Soon, Ye Chen gently shook the head, denying his guess.

He clearly remembered that when he advanced to the quasi-celestial realm that day, Demon King and Ghost King almost advanced to the realm of heaven. If Emperor Chen was still alive, they would be impossible to attract people from that realm. Thunder Tribulation.

He can’t figure it out, since Emperor Chen is dead, where did the dream come from.

is it possible that is the surviving soul brand?

Ye Chen thinks about it, and feels that this guess is the most reliable, because he still cares for the dust, he inadvertently fell into my dream.

Suddenly, he flicked out three sandalwood plants, squeezed his fingers and lit them, stepped forward slightly, and inserted them into the incense burner.

“Junior Ye Chen, I am here to meet the two ancestors.” Ye Chen knelt down, and Celestial Court Holy Lord bowed three times, respecting the ancestors.

I dont know when, he just quit. He never cleaned the bamboo house covered with dust and cobwebs. This is the home of the two ancestors. They have been gone for a long time. Everything here should be fixed in the years. .

Ye Chen sits on the stone steps, watching this peaceful and peaceful world quietly.

Vaguely, he could still see Emperor Chen wielding a hoe, as well as Concubine Yan sitting in front of the weaving rack weaving.

At that time, he was not the emperor Chen who had the power to cover the world, and she was not the famous concubine Yan. They were just a pair of ordinary couples, living a carefree life. Obstructed by disturbance one after another.

Ye Chen was fascinated, as strong as Emperor Chen and Concubine Yan, and yearned for the ordinary, hoping to be an ordinary couple.

Of course, the world is struggling, and they shoulder their due responsibilities. The so-called ordinary is just a luxury.

Unexpectedly, Ye Chen felt an inexplicable sadness in his heart.

Xuan Chen is the emperor, and he has the world in mind. The moment he put on the armor, he was destined to live for the common people. When he took off the armor, Concubine Yan was dead, he fought The world has lost his lover.

“The world, what does it have to do with you?” Ye Chen spoke, but his voice was hoarse, a little sad.

He laughed, and laughed a little at himself. Keep on saying is making injustices for Concubine Yan, but how could he not be like Emperor Chen, for the peace of the world, for the sad world, pounced on the cold war A.

The breeze came, and although it was warm, he couldn’t help but curl up and fell asleep peacefully.

The breeze is still blowing, messing up his gray hair, and between the hair gaps, the face is faintly visible, engraved with exhaustion, and the stubble on the side of the mouth is full of traces of time.

I dont blame him!

The quiet Luo Divine Abyss Valley, I don’t know when, such a misty voice sounded.

That woman’s voice is graceful and soft, without earthly dirt, and extremely pure.

Suddenly, Ye Chen opened his eyes, only to see a woman in plain clothes sitting in front of the weaving frame not far away, with her white hair shawl, touching the silk, at a moderate pace, sometimes I will also raise my hands to hold the falling hair.

Ye Chen froze for a moment. After a second, he hurriedly got up and bowed his hands in salute, “Junior Ye Chen, I have seen Senior.”

“Life is like this silk, All traces are traces, the years are woven, and what is left is the vicissitudes of life.” Yan Fei lightly said, still facing Ye Chen with her back, leaving behind an unchanging picture.

“It was the ancestor Xuanchen who asked me to offer incense.” Ye Chen glanced at Concubine Yan, “He, I still care about you.”

“I put it on him The battle armor pushed him to the common people.” The old thing, in the mouth of Concubine Yan, is so plain, the long time, the blue sea turned into mulberry fields, the memory is still like a red dust, slowly reincarnation.

“Senior regret it?” Ye Chen looked at Concubine Yan quietly.

“I don’t want to live forever, but I want to go through it.” Yan Fei chuckled, took off the woven fabric, took out the slender silver needle, and took off a strand of silver wire , One stitch and one thread, like making clothes.

When he saw this, Ye Chen opened his mouth, but when the words reached his lips, he never said it. He just stopped in front of the bamboo house and looked at Concubine Yan quietly.

I don’t know when, Concubine Yan’s eyes have become blurred, although he is in front of him, it seems like a dream, as far away as possible.

The breeze blew, Ye Chen’s body trembled, slowly opened his eyes, and glanced at all around in confusion.

The next second, he jumped up suddenly and looked towards one side, only to see that the weaving frame was empty in front of it, and it was covered with spider web, not at all. The so-called Yan Fei was there. Weaving.

A dream again?

Ye Chen murmured.

Of course, he suddenly felt the softness of his hands, and lowered his head subconsciously, only to realize that it was a piece of clothing, not glamorous, but a plain piece of clothing that looked so ordinary with every stitch.

“This…” Ye Chen was stunned there, in a daze, this is the womb of Concubine Yan in the dream.

“Holy Lord, Concubine Yan is still alive?” In the Heavenly Profound Sect hall, the cliff in front of the magic sky water curtain, looked towards Donghuang Taixin on one side in amazement.

“Long gone.” Donghuang Taixin smiled lightly.

“That dress…”

“Da Chu, it really surprised me that there are still people who realized the Heavenspan secret technique.” Donghuang Taixin She never answered Fu Ya’s question, but her words were very ethereal and full of endless meaning.