The first few decades of the Daolong meeting Han Jue were smooth sailing. He got married and had children, from childishness to maturity, and then took on the responsibilities of Zhuangzi.

Over time, the mind of Taolong changed because Han Jue has not grown old.

Han Jue's legend of immortality spread thousands of miles away, attracting many children to become disciples. Han Jue did not refuse, but he did not really teach anything. He wandered around the village every day with a group of little kids.

Jidaolong wanted to find Han Jue to seek the art of cultivating immortals, but Han Jue was vague. In this way, family affairs and trivial matters made Jidaolong forget his original intention.

After he was over 60 years old, he was unable to do so and no longer as lively as he was when he was young. After handling family affairs, he often looked at the sky in a daze.

This day.

He found Han Jue and chatted and relaxed.

The elderly Daolong sighed: "Grandpa, can you tell me the stories you told me about flying into the sky and earth again?"

Han Jue smiled and said, "I just look young, but in fact I am old, and I can't remember a lot of things from the past."

The dragon of Dao sighed.

"It's a pity that my qualifications are not outstanding enough, otherwise I could go out to explore martial arts when I was young." Zhidaolong sighed with a sigh of relief. When people get old, they like to miss their youth.

Han Jue asked with a smile: "Look at how high it is this day?"

Zhidaolong shook his head and laughed: "How can I know how tall I am as a mortal in such a blue sky?"

Han Jue smiled.

"But your words made me very curious about how high the sky is. As people say, the sky falls, but the sky has never fallen. Only people can't survive the age and will collapse."

The dragon entering the Taoist looked at the sky and began to be ecstatic.

Han Jue stretched his waist and smiled, "The sky is about to collapse."

When the Daolong heard it, he thought it was a joke, so he didn't answer.

Not long after, he suddenly saw a spot of light appearing in the sky, rapidly growing bigger and crossing the sky, causing the whole world to lose its color, which made him subconsciously close his eyes.

Before he could react, a deafening roar came from his ears.

He suddenly remembered Han Jue's words just now.

God, it's about to collapse...

...

I don't know how long it has passed.

When the dragon of Tao woke up, he felt pain all over his body. After opening his eyes, he saw a torn red sky. There were countless black cracks that looked like centipedes entrenched, which was terrifying and terrifying.

Dust filled his eyes, making him even more dizzy.

What exactly happened?

Zhidaolong got up with difficulty and found that the surrounding manor had turned into ruins and wreckage could be seen everywhere. He saw the heads of relatives and friends, without a complete corpse. This scene was like a nightmare, deeply stimulating him.

Dong! Dong! Dong…

His heartbeat was only echoing in his ears, faster and louder, his mind was blank, and he felt his body was about to explode!

He suddenly saw two figures confronting each other in the sky, two figures.

He rubbed his eyes with difficulty, making sure he was not wrong.

How could a person stop in such a high sky?

Zhidaolong's liver and gallbladder were ruptured, and his despair, anger, and fear were intertwined, making him confused and he didn't know what to do.

He could not accept everything he saw, and a hint of extravagance arose in his heart.

Could all this be a dream?

"Don't you want to know those stories about flying into the sky, right in front of you."

A familiar voice came, and the dragon of Tao turned his head and found Han Jue standing on a beam inserted in the ruins. His figure was straight and his robe was flying. The dragon of Tao was shocked. He had never seen Han Jue with such temperament before.

The setting sun is like blood, standing in the world, and that kind of style shocks him.

He came back to his senses and asked in a trembling voice: "Grandpa, what do you... mean?"

Han Jue turned his head, looked down at him, and smiled and said, "You looked down on me in the past. Now, do you see the power of the immortal cultivator?"

A cultivator?

The dragon of Taoism suddenly woke up, trembled all over, looked at the sky angrily, gritted his teeth and said, "All this is done by the cultivator?"

Han Jue smiled but said nothing.

Zhidaolong suddenly thought of something. He looked at Han Jue and asked, "Are you also an immortal cultivator? Why don't you protect them?"

"If I don't take action, can you be alive?"

"Then why don't you protect it..."

"They have something to do with me?"

Han Jue interrupted the Daolong and asked coldly.

His expression became unprecedentedly cold, and Daolong felt panicked, saying, "I came to you just for you. Over the years, I have not owed your Zhuangzi. If I leave today, you will definitely die."

The dragon of Taoism bowed his head and grabbed the stone beside him with both hands, so that his fingernails were almost overturned and blood was overflowing.

Han Jue stared at Zhidaolong and said, "I know your anger now, but when you embark on the path of cultivation, you will naturally understand all this. As for whether you want to take revenge, that is your business. I will keep the two of you for yourself."

"Xiaolong, I should leave. You should walk the road ahead by yourself. Don't you regret that you were less motivated when you were young? Now you have to do it again. This opportunity depends on whether you can grasp it. Before leaving, I preached your method of cultivating immortals, which has been delayed for fifty years. If you learned it at the beginning, you might be able to save them."

Han Jue waved his right hand and a memory penetrated into Daolong's mind.

The dragon of Taoism then fell into a drowsiness.

...

In the secret realm of Tao, two figures are constantly intertwined in one void, and various magical powers are unpredictable and constantly colliding.

It’s Chen Jue, Chu Xiaoqi.

Chu Xiaoqi laughed unrestrainedly and said, "Do you feel my power of cause and effect?"

Chen Jue's lower body was recondensing, and he exclaimed: "It's indeed powerful, even stronger than Shi Yuan Hongmeng's karma magical power. I didn't expect you to have this talent."

Chu Xiaoqi flew to Chen Jue, retracted the power of cause and effect, and said with a smug smile: "That's right, otherwise how would my grandfather fall in love with me? By the way, my grandfather is in the secret realm of Taoism. Do you want to meet me?"

Chen Jue shook his head and said, "Your grandpa, what am I seeing?"

"My grandpa is amazing!"

"I have seen many amazing people, and I am also very awesome."

"My grandpa is different."

"Oh? He is the Creator?"

"Maybe not, but maybe it is? You really don't want to meet you, this may be your biggest opportunity!"

Chu Xiaoqi said proudly, making Chen Jue silent.

What if?

Thinking about Chu Xiaoqi's opportunity, although his qualifications are not a monster, he always follows him closely.

Chu Xiaoqi smiled and said, "Let's go, it's time to rest."

Chen Never refused again.

The two of them immediately left the void and entered the bottom mortal realm of the secret realm of Taoism.

Han Jue opened a back door specifically for Chu Xiaoqi, and only Chu Xiaoqi could capture his aura.

At this moment, Han Jue was fishing in the mountains, and Chu Xiaoqi and Chen Jue appeared beside him.

"grandfather!"

Chu Xiaoqi came up and said with a smile that in front of Han Jue, he returned to his teenage temperament.

Chen Jue stared at Han Jue, shocked.

He could not see through the other party's cultivation level at all!
Chapter completed!