The young master Taishang watched Qin Mu leave, and then entered the obelisk forest. In the stele forest, Tai Yideng sat down, and the Taoist tree and fruits behind him shone brightly.

The Supreme Master bowed to the courtesy, and Tai Yi stood up and returned the courtesy.

"Fellow Taoist, I have discussed with the Seventh Prince to send fellow Taoist Taoist and Kaitian back to the 16th Chronicle."

The Supreme Master said: "If fellow Taoists and Kaitianmen are still here, I am afraid that the Seventh Master will have evil thoughts. He will definitely kill Kaitianmen and reincarnate the fellow Taoists. Although Kaitianmen has done many evil deeds, it is also a possibility to save the future. It is just that Kaitianmen has too great harm, and I am afraid he will not let you go."

Taiyi said: "The eldest son was feeling guilty about killing Tiandu for the owner of the Miluo Palace back then, so he wanted to compensate me and Kaitianmen?"

The young master shook his head: "If the teacher had not killed Tiandu, Kaitianzhe would have become Kaitianzhe and would not have changed. The Kaitianzhe in Tiandu City has the power to open the world without restraint and abuse this power. In comparison, the Miluo Palace is more orderly and has less harm."

"Fart!" Among the obelisks, the faces of Kaitianmen appeared, and they all angrily scolded the young master Taishang's words and stinked.

Those who open the heavenly people cursed and mocked the Miluo Palace for bullying others with their power. If the Tiandu City was given time to grow, the ten Miluo Palace masters were beaten to death by the Tiandu City Lord, and the ten Miluo Palaces were also flattened.

The master of Miluo Palace was jealous of their power, so he wiped out the Lord of Heaven before they grew up.

Kaitianmen ridiculed the owner of Miluo Palace for not tolerating others. If it were them, they would have solved the destruction and creation of the universe long ago and created a perfect world.

They also mocked the owner of Miluo Palace for being incompetent and exhausted themselves from the death of the Taoist heart and deserved to be thrust into death.

The young master did not care.

Tai Yi frowned and had no choice but to the Kaitian people, saying, "How can Brother Dao send us back to the Sixteenth Chronicle?"

"I will transform into Taoism and return all my strength to the universe."

The Supreme Master just said this, and the Kaitian people laughed again and said, "Young Master, the Supreme Master, and the old thief, will be like the old thief of the Master of the Miluo Palace. The Taoist heart is dead!"

The Supreme One continued, "It is useless to keep my Taoist tree, so I plan to borrow your axe, cut off my Taoist tree, make a ship, and put you on the boat and send you to the Sixteenth Age."

The Kaitian people were suppressed in the stone tablet and laughed loudly after hearing this: "The Supreme Old Thief, isn't your Taoist tree cheaper for us? If you have the ability, you will leave your Taoist fruit for us to have tooth sacrifice!"

"Your ability can trap us? When we escape from your ship, we will kill to the seventeenth century and heal your dead head!"

...

The Supreme One said: "I created a Taoist ship and sent you to the 16th century. However, before that, the Seventh Master must return to the past and become the Seventh Master, otherwise I will not dare to send you back."

Taiyi said: "Are you afraid that he will go back on his word, so you can kill the Kaitian people while you are reincarnated?"

The Supreme Master said: "The Seventh Prince has killed many people in the past sixteen cosmic periods. His style is difficult to rest assured. I have to watch him return to the past before I dare to rest assured."

Taiyi nodded: "So too."

The two sat down and waited quietly.

Qin Mu walked around and first went to the original site of the ancestral courtyard, which had become the battlefield for enlightened people. The ancestral courtyard Hunyuan Ding was shattered by the prince's extraordinary treasure. The treasures of several princes had been destroyed, leaving only the Tongtianjing of the eldest son Taishang.

The palace master and the enlightened ones of Mira Palace turned attack into defense, defending Tongtianjing, making it impossible for Lan Yutian, Xu Shenghua and others to break through.

Qin Mu looked at the battlefield from afar and then floated away. He walked in the starry sky and went to the Four Poles. The four poles of the universe have become even larger now. Various races have reproductive and thriving here. The Four Poles of the Four Poles have long made him feel strange.

When he came to Nantian from the South Pole, he saw that the heavens here looked like small Yankang, everything seemed to be in order, the gods were in charge of their power, and they used their power to serve the mortals. The mortals were prosperous in business and provided all kinds of supplies to the gods.

Qin Mu walked through the heavens one by one, and there were few people who knew him in the heavens and the worlds.

Three billion years of history have made everything extremely strange.

He walked through the ruins of the battlefield in the past, stood among the ruins to commemorate the heroes who died in the past history. He was also looking for the tomb of the enemy, but unfortunately he had never found it.

Time has been too long, and people have forgotten him and those who have fought for the future.

They may not understand why people in the past fought and died, nor do they understand those who sacrificed their lives in the Five Tribulation Era.

They are not even interested in understanding the history of the Five Tribulation Age.

Long Han, Chi Ming, Shanghuang, Kaihuang, Yankang, and the struggle of generations has been contaminated with dust. Not many people have brushed away the dust and read the dusty pages.

Qin Mu was filled with melancholy and finally arrived at the Yuan Realm.

The Yuan Realm is wider and heavier than when he left. The ancestral court no longer exists and has become a heavy weapon. The Yuan Realm replaced the ancestral court and became the center of the heavens and all realms.

Yankang's Heaven was established here, and Gongsun Yan's original body Yuanmu also became lush and green. The little girl who regarded him as a tree that needed watering became a symbol of the Yuan Realm.

Qin Mu walked in the city of the Yuanjie, observing people's livelihood and experiencing people's livelihood.

The Yuan Realm has become completely unfamiliar, and the economy of pursuing countries and saving the world has become very different from when he left, and his cultural customs have also made him feel so strange that he is out of place. The architectural styles of the sacred cities make him trance thinking that he has come to a foreign world.

People's clothing, food, language, and even runes have become different from before.

He is like an old antique dug out of an ancient tomb, and has no common meaning with this world.

Qin Mu was a little frightened and confused. He wanted to see if the concept he implemented was still there. He saw that God was used by people and that the way of the saints was to use the people every day, and the concept was still there. However, what made him confused was that both God and man were accustomed to this.

They do not understand the meaning of this normal state, nor do they know how many bloody battles are hidden in it, and how many people have paid the price of their lives for it.

After all, a million years of history is too short compared to a 3.5 billion year period of peace.

A million-year history in 3.5 billion years may be just a page in a thick historical book. In this page, the seven heavenly masters of the Dragon Han, the Red Emperor Minghuang, the Yuetianzun and Lingtianzun who supported the Emperor's era, and the dozens of emperors who stood up and shouted that human lives were greater than heaven.

In the book, I can't let go of Wuyou Township, Kaihuang and his four great masters and four great kings, Daxu, and the first ancestor of the human emperor.

Qin Mu in this historical book may be just a short text, not to mention the unforgettable battles and wars that he thought were unforgettable, and unforgettable faces.

The history books of the world cannot remember these.

The heroes buried by history are like water droplets in the sea and gravel in the desert, no one remembers them.

Even if the heroes in history return, no one knows them.

He walked for a long time and passed through the sacred cities. Some of the ruins of the battlefield had been destroyed in time and turned into sacred cities and tall buildings, while others were completely deserted and unmemorable. Only when he passed by, he would pay tribute.

"Mu Tianzun, is it you?"

When Qin Mu was commemorating the Lanfeng Valley, he heard a vicissitudes of life. He followed the sound and saw a big black tiger. He was stunned and smiled and rushed towards the big black tiger.

That is the Black Tiger God, his senior brother.

The Black Tiger God rushed over and turned into an old man with a gray beard and hugged him, crying and laughing, and suddenly said loudly: "Master, your second disciple is back!"

There are several thatched cottages in the mountains and forests of Lanfeng Valley. The woodcutter and saint pushed open the door of the cottage and walked out. They were still the decorations of the past and never changed with the changes in the world.

He is also like an old antique, not as good as ever, and is so old that it is abandoned by the times.

Although his appearance was the same as before, he was like a mature dandelion and his hair was getting less and less.

Qin Mu strode forward and hugged the somewhat reserved woodcutter saint.

The woodcutter struggled for a moment and couldn't break free. Instead, he activated the axe, which had been rusty in the corner of the wall, to chop and threatened him to let go of himself, but was quietly pressed by the Black Tiger God.

Qin Mu finally let him go.

The two sat down at the stone table, the woodcutter and saint were dark-faced, and the black tiger god was busy, and they arranged their arrangements to make tea, stir-fry and cook, and they were very diligent.

After a long time, the woodcutter saint said coldly: "Are you back?"

"Yeah. I'm back." Qin Mu smiled.

"When will you leave?" The woodcutter saint picked up the teacup and said indifferently.

"Go now." Qin Mudao.

The woodcutter's saint's palm trembled, and the water in the cup was almost spilled out, and he said indifferently: "You're leaving just after you come back?"

Qin Mu looked around and saw that the architectural style of 3.5 billion years ago was still maintained here, and shook his head and said, "Why does the teacher live here? The teacher has made great achievements in Yankang. Wouldn't it be better if he went to the Heavenly Court? And with old friends there, it was very lively? Why should he be so poor?"

The woodcutter and saint drank tea and said lightly: "The most saint is unknown, you don't understand my realm."

Qin Mu laughed loudly. He could see that the woodcutter saint's cultivation level was still stuck in front of the Divine Killing Platform, and he never climbed to the Divine Killing Platform.

Logically speaking, there are countless acquired ways in Yankang's reform, and many people with extraordinary talents have confirmed these acquired ways to the level of enlightenment.

If the woodcutter saint wants to learn, he can complete his 360 acquired ways and cultivate each way to the top level.

But he didn't learn it.

"I don't want to go to those places, it's too lively and noisy."

The woodcutter saint glared at him and said, "My ability is not high. What's the use of being offered to the temple as a statue of the god? I am a living person, not a statue of wood sculpture? I am better to live in seclusion here than to live here."

Qin Mu reached out to touch his dandelion-like head that turned into a wind, but was glared at by the woodcutter saint and quickly retracted his hand.

"My three disciples, except for the boss, do better than me."

The Black Tiger God took the hat, which was the style of the new era. The woodcutter saint was not willing to wear it, but he was afraid that Qin Mu would touch his head, so he had to put it on first, saying, "People nowadays have more ideas than we did back then. But they didn't have a sense of crisis, and I felt uncomfortable being with them. They always felt that I was long-winded, saying that I was worried about the false danger. I was always worried about the young people. I couldn't stay with those young people."

Qin Mu smiled and listened to him talking about the young people in the new era in a long and sad mood: "The teacher's mentality is probably really old..."

The Woodman Saint said a lot, and the food on the stone table gradually decreased. They put down the bowls and chopsticks, and the Woodman Saint suddenly said, "How long will you go this time?"

Qin Mu smiled and said, "I don't know. Maybe I will come back immediately as soon as I left, or maybe I will not come back until the universe becomes void. It is also possible that this time I will never come back."

The woodcutter and saint are silent.

Qin Mu was excited and smiled and said, "The teacher's sense of crisis will have a place to use. Wuyou Township is just a pool of stagnant water. Sooner or later, it will slowly die, and new dangers will appear. At that time, the teacher should come out and show his ambitions. Veterans will not die. They just pack up the battle axes and weapons in peace and put them in the corner to rust. People just choose to temporarily forget them. But when the war comes again, people will remember them again, and they will sharpen their battle axes and weapons and go to the battlefield again."

He stood up and said, "Teacher, you will have a place to use it."

The Woodman Saint stood up, looked at him, and said, "When will you come back?"

Qin Mu was silent for a moment and suddenly said, "Does the teacher still remember the chaotic space?"

The Woodcutter Saint thought for a while and said, "That chaotic space in the hanging world back then?"
To be continued...