Chen Shu was not like Yan Ke Ling, nor was he like Master Xuan Zhen and Master Tong Deng, and others, and had nothing to prepare. So in the past few days, he took a few young friends who also didn't need to prepare to stroll around the planet.

In fact, this is a bit like the space-time node of the universe, but it is a unique product of this universe and the core of the plane. The difference is that if a universe has a awakened space-time node, it must pass the space-time node when coming and going to the universe, and the core of the plane does not have such ability. It only provides a unique space. Gods can use it to better communicate and control the external planes, and can also contact the interplane more conveniently. Their functions are far less powerful than those of space-time nodes.

It's like a low-end plane transit station.

This planet is not as big as the outside world. It is a deserted asteroid, without life, light, and temperature. No grass grows.

But there are traces of human life on it.

Chen Shu saw a deserted cottage, a house built purely of stone, with a distinct Western style, but it has been abandoned for many years.

Chen Shu had seen a series of palaces, where the divine emperors in the Central Kingdom lived in all dynasties, and traces they left behind were everywhere.

Chen Shu saw a small yard. The house was similar to the ones outside. It had a fence. There were green grass and plants in the yard. There was a lush jujube tree in the center. There was still natural light everywhere around it, as if someone really lived.

I didn't realize until I got closer-

Grass is fake, and trees are fake.

This god spent a lot of effort to build such a yard just to imitate his former home and make a good score.

Chen Shu saw a stone mountain, two thousand meters high, and it was a circle of countless kilometers, but it was filled with scriptures. It made people imagine the scene of a Buddha copying scriptures on the mountain with his fingers when he was pacifying here.

Day after day, year after year.

Book after book, over and over again.

There is really nothing else to do...

There are other things, one place, one scene, and even things left tens of thousands of years ago are still perfectly preserved by this space and this planet.

When watching these scenes, Chen Shu was shocked.

These are actually countless extremely boring days, and the little scenes that have been left behind by gods who have spent it here, but the combination of them shocks him far more than those magnificent rumor epics.

"So they are just mortals..."

Chen Shu couldn't help but sigh, and at the same time he realized-

The core of this plane was originally a static world, empty and close to absolute zero. Here, it was originally an object that did not even exist, and the only moving object was the gods.

...

Six days are about to pass.

Yan Ke Ling is preparing with the strange beasts and with the ninth-level creatures from another planet on this plane.

As a practitioner of the Imperial Sect, she will not only shoulder the task of communicating between comrades with completely different life forms on the two planets, but will also fight with these alien stars and cooperate with each other. The ninth-level secret method developed by the Imperial Sect to make up for the problem of weakness in the later period, as well as the new technology developed by the alien system and human practitioners for so many years, will use her cooperation with the practitioners on earth to achieve an effect of 1+1 greater than 2 to some extent.

...

At the same time, Master Xuanzhen on the other side closed his eyes and, before leaving the original plane, invited the strongest ninth-level cultivator who had appeared on this planet for the last time through plane memory and magical techniques.

Just like the Emperor Sect, the Taoist sect’s magic technique becomes more powerful in the early stage, and the later stages become weaker in the weaker.

Especially at the ninth level, no matter which level you hire, it is impossible to be as powerful as his life. But even this person who is not a god and who is behind the age of the ninth level in his lifetime cannot match his life. How can he compare with the top level in his contemporary era?

Taoist sect has also developed a solution for this.

That is the dual magic technique that can only be practiced at the ninth level.

The magical arts are so mysterious that it will not only temporarily gain the other party's thinking, memory, combat skills and experience, but also the body and the spiritual sea will also undergo corresponding changes. This provides the possibility for the concept of double magical arts. The premise is that this Taoist practitioner must reach the ninth level, be able to withstand the side effects of this process, and must have certain attainments for the magical arts, be able to see clearly and accurately, and be able to find two people at the same time.

Taoist sect generally takes two systems with the greatest differences, each with one.

Obtain the physical strength of a ninth-level martial arts cultivator, the long-range combat capability of a spiritual or sword cultivator, one is responsible for long-range strikes, the other is responsible for melee combat and defense. At the same time, the strengths of both sides avoid the weaknesses of both sides, and avoid conflicts or overlapping abilities of both sides during operation.

In this process, the caster must maintain consciousness and coordinate in the middle, which is different from the ordinary magical technique.

Master Xuanzhen has been practicing for a long time.

But which two should I find? He was silent for a long time.

Finally made a decision.

At least try once first—

It was the autumn of 5025, Nanzhou.

Cao Ci's clone was already full of holes and was shaking, but he was still standing calmly between the world, facing the swell of power from another world.

If you don’t transform the Tao, you will be completely eroded.

Suddenly I remembered the fireworks set off on the isolated island last year.

I heard Meng Jingming say that the monk and the Taoist priest said that the fireworks look so beautiful. He always felt that they were too short and bright and boring. Unexpectedly, when he died, he remembered the fireworks on the island on New Year's Eve last year.

Each flower blooms in the night sky and dimly becomes in the blink of an eye.

How short is life? Don’t you also have to bloom?

"It's time to escape..."

Cao Ci reminded the young people and was ready to bloom.

I think the fireworks must be brilliant.

Indeed, the fireworks were brilliant at that time.

Unfortunately, no one can see it.

Master Xuanzhen remembered the last scene before the five senses disappeared. No matter how much I looked for in history, there was no clearer moment I saw with my own eyes.

Suddenly, he seemed to have crossed time and space and returned to Nanzhou that year, intersecting his eyes with the broken figure.

"Disciple Xuanzhen is the 236th generation descendant of the Taoist sect. He has mastered the Master of Yu'an Guan Qianfa Zhenren, and Master is Chang Pei Zhenren. Senior Cao Ci, you are dead. We are here to go to another plane and compete with the third plane for the origin. If you succeed, the world will be peaceful. If you fail, the plane will disappear. I heard that the senior has been fighting against Wu for the rest of his life. Please help your disciples with your help and help us win this last battle!"

“…or failed?”

Cao Ci Youran sighed.

...

It was the winter of 4778, and it was rare to snow on Yuding Mountain.

This planet just ended the long World War One, and Dayi also ushered in a rare peace.

The great magic of Qianji Sword, who created the great magic, directly drew a clear boundary between modern practitioners and ancient practitioners, was known as the leader of the Lingsect who was most likely to succeed the Spirit Saint, holding a cup of hot tea, hiding under the roof of the Jade Spirit Hall, and quietly watching Xue Ran Qianshan.

He had just returned to the sect after the war, and his heart was extremely peaceful. He had forgotten the time when he stood here, and no one knew what he was thinking.

According to historical records, because he was forced to participate in the world war, the sea of ​​corpses and blood on his hands, after returning to the Lingzong, Tianxing Zhenren announced his retreat and no longer was born. Therefore, the gate of the Jade Spirit Hall has been closed for more than ten years. When his news appeared in front of the world again, he had already become weak and transformed into the Tao.

Master Xuanzhen recalled the memoirs of the Tianxing Zhenren disciple in his mind, and built this senior and the Jade Spirit Hall of the past in his heart. Through history, he seemed to see him holding hot tea and feeling the warmth. The tea was still rising.

It turns out that what he was thinking about was peace...

"Disciple Xuanzhen..."

When he opened his eyes again, his temperament had changed drastically. Cao Ci brought him a tyranny like a sea, and Tianxing Zhenren brought him a gentle vastness as the grassland. A complex Thousand Mechanism technique was constructed within the spiritual sea, and his body skin quickly became hard.

...

On the mountain not far away, Master Tongdeng sat cross-legged quietly on a scarlet monk's robe, chanting scriptures silently, as if he was covered with a faint golden light on his body.

And golden light kept coming out of the void, as if it appeared out of thin air, one after another, pouring towards him.

...

Outside, the northwest of Dayi.

It is rare to travel on the road.

A barefoot monk wearing a bright red monk's robe and shiny blackened by the sun above his head was walking slowly along the road, his feet covered with dust.

His goal is the snow mountain ahead. The snow mountain is the sacred mountain in the hearts of the locals. It is called Renkezong. There is a temple on the hillside of Renkezong, which is where he is going.

There is a venerable in the temple with great virtue and knowledge. In order to show respect for the venerable, he should naturally walk through it step by step.

Then he slowly approached it step by step, and the Renkezong, who seemed to be in front of him, had to walk for a long time to make it enlarge a little in his eyes.

From time to time, there were vehicles of travelers whizzing past him. Some people stopped and asked him where he was going, and wanted to take him for a ride or send him water. He smiled and refused.

Gradually, I have reached the foot of the mountain.

When you look up, you will see Renkezong and the temple on the mountainside.

The temple itself is not small, but Renkezong is too great. When it is so close, it is full of sight. The temple is located halfway up the mountain. In contrast, it is as small as a small sesame point on the mountain. A small path is twisting and twisting, leading from the bottom of the mountain to the mountain. After the vision is compressed, it looks like a vertical road leading to the sky. How can people climb up?

"Dong..."

A bell sounded in the temple.

The monk seemed to hear the chanting of scriptures in his ears, as if he were as melodious as a mosquito, endlessly.

Are you late?

The monk looked at Chizhi Temple on the hillside of Renkezong, and heard the bells coming again, which was endless, and combined with the chanting of scriptures in his ears, making people feel empty inside.

Another off-road vehicle whizzed from behind, slowing down significantly, and stopped beside him.

One hand reached out of the car window and held a bottle of water.

"Master, drink water."
To be continued...