Hurry~!

The breeze is gentle and the waves are surging.

It has changed after taking a step out of time and space. Yang Yu pinched his fingers and pinched his energy, knowing where he had come.

"At the end of the Taiyuan period, when the Heavenly Court was about to be established before it was established...Three Immortal Island? Or..."

Release your five fingers and let that ray of energy drift away, Yang Yu's eyes lit up:

"Zhulong Island!"

The Three Immortal Island is one of the nine tribulations and seventy-two blessed places. The owner of the Three Immortal Island is also a Taoist, and he is famous.

But it is much worse than its predecessor.

At the beginning of the Nine Tribulations, the battle was fierce, demons fought against each other, gods and Buddhas fought against each other, and countless dragon heads fought in the endless ocean.

The Sanxian Island, known as Zhulong Island, is the ancient dragon of the Nine Tribulations, the place where Zhulong achieved enlightenment, and the holy place that hundreds of millions of aquatic races yearn for.

"According to legend, before the destruction of the demon court, Zhulong suddenly disappeared, suspected of hiding. Now it seems that he is dead and disappears..."

The ancient Zhulong Island has a unique cave. Outside, it seems to be just a small island, but inside, it is like a huge world.

At first glance, the mountains are like forests, and there is no end.

But now, this dragon clan holy land is dead silent. Under the strong resentful aura, there are many dragon clan remains.

Wow~

With a casual move, a piece of black scales as huge as a mountain was summoned to her.

It is as dark as ink, as bright as a mirror, and it seems that there are natural textures everywhere inside.

"Candle Dragon Scale..."

Yang Yu tapped gently, and ripples appeared on the scales that were visible to the naked eye, but they were not penetrated by his finger:

"The reverse scales were broken..."

Slight ripples spread, and Yang Yu's spirit had already combined with the seemingly non-existent aura on it, and he sensed some remaining traces.

That was a corner of the destruction of this island of Ten Thousand Dragons. Among them, Yang Yu saw thousands of angry dragons corpses scattered like rain.

Seeing the majestic and terrifying dragon, the Taoist rhyme pierced through the light and darkness, was penetrated by an invisible palm...

That's...

Yang Yu lowered his eyes, and a puzzled light appeared in his eyes:

"It's Him again..."

The Dragon Island was destroyed with one hand and the one who killed Zhulong was the one who looked like a young man...

"What does He mean?"

After putting up Zhulong's scales, Yang Yu frowned slightly.

With his current eyesight, he could naturally distinguish the emperor's instinct that was illuminated by this piece of scale, and was the same person as the one who killed the Taoist Wanshou.

It is the young emperor from the mysterious skill of Jilei Mountain...

"Walking among the disasters, just to slaughter the powerful people who have already died?"

Yu Yang frowned.

The emperor still existed in the upside-down years because of the collision with the five supreme beings.

But the moment he entered the long river of time and space, the shocking collision suddenly disappeared. Even if it was him, he could not even notice its true nature.

Because the aura of the six supreme powerhouses permeated any time and space he could perceive...

"Is that youth transformed from His obsession? Or was it formed by spiritual treasures? He wandered among all the years and slaughtered the powerful, and seemed to be a little deliberate..."

Yu Yang said to himself.

He thought about it, but there was too little information and it was impossible to judge and distinguish it. But in a vague way, he guessed that this might be related to the 'ritual'.

Because he really couldn't believe that because of such a supreme giant, the emperor would leave a ray of obsession for no reason...

"What kind of ritual involves nine tribulations, or even eight tribulations?"

Feeling the cold and resentful evil of this dragon island, Yang Yu's mind turned, and it took a long time to stop the energy.

Although Zhulong died, his path has not dispersed.

Through this qi in the dark, he could still touch and leave the way he left behind, which was the fortune he exchanged for the Chaos Bell to sacrifice the way.

Apart from the great way, there is nothing that can reflect the way in the world, the world of the world, the world of sand, and the endless years.

Buzz!

Sitting cross-legged in a corner of Long Island, Yang Yu's mind was vague, watching the ancestor of the ten thousand dragons in the dark before and after the enlightenment of the Tao.

The Zhulong was born at the end of the eight kalpas, not a flesh-and-blood creature, but a nine-orbit holy spirit born from the stone.

Because of the opportunity of two disasters, he was born with a body that was almost like the master of great supernatural powers, which led to the voluntary recognition of his master by all kinds of Taoist fruits.

When the nine kalpas first open, it forms six sects, and the time changes, closing eyes is night, and opening eyes is day.

“Time changes…”

Yang Yu murmured, his mind immersed in Zhulong's years of enlightenment.

"Time changes are the way for Zhulong to achieve enlightenment, and the one who wants to break the Six Sects is the way for the Five Elders, and the way for him to maintain is the way for the 'dragon'!"

"Therefore, he would have spent his time and produced countless flesh and blood dragon clans to participate in the competition for the Tianhai..."

"Occupy one way and become the orthodox world. The way of the five elders is much simpler than that of the four emperors, and the three purity seems to be much simpler?

But it seems to be more difficult..."

...

Looking silently at Zhulong's picture of enlightenment, Yang Yu frowned, sometimes confused, sometimes suddenly realized.

This process is related to the recipe for refining ingredients, but it seems more mysterious.

Although he could not learn the magical arts from it, nor could he harvest spiritual treasures and catalogs, the process of reading the Taoist map itself was a great fortune.

With his current realm and vision, it is enough to deduce Zhulong’s true enlightenment picture!

This is the foundation.

Woo woo!

The wind blows on Dragon Island, and the evil spirits surging.

This sitting was much longer than in Wanshou Mountain. After dozens or hundreds of years, Yang Yu's eyelids trembled.

And when he opened his eyes again, the dead Dragon Island had a new vitality, and the earth poured by dragon blood was far more fertile than ordinary fairy mountains.

Huh ~

The breeze blew through the shrubs, and under the distant mountains, on the vast ocean, and above the remains of Long Island, there were already small and simple villages being built up.

In the near future, new practitioners will come here, and the Three Immortal Island will be established.

The holy land of the dragon clan that once dominated the sea for thousands of years and even dared to compete with gods and Buddhas disappeared.

In later generations, only the ancient name of the Three Immortal Island is left.

"eternal……"

Standing on the reef and listening to the sound of the storm of the shore, Yang Yu seemed a little lost for a moment.

Until a long time later, he heard a scream, and a lonely boat was knocked over by the sea.

"Um?"

Yang Yu's eyes moved, and a faint ripples appeared in his eyes.

With a casual move, the capsized boat had turned over, and above it were three terrified girls.

The older one is in his teens, and the younger one seems to be only three or five years old. At this moment, they all have pale faces and wet all over.

"You, where are you from? Why haven't I seen you before?"

Hearing the sound coming from the boat, Yang Yu's expression changed slightly, as if he was surprised, and as if he was surprised:

"This is interesting..."

The specious scene caused a rippling ripples in Yang Yu's heart. He, who wanted to leave, stayed here for several years.

A few years later, he left and came to the next time and space.

"Lingtai, Fangcunshan..."

...

The harvest of sacrifice to the Tao is far more profound and incredible than what Yang Yu thought before.

Wanshou Mountain, Sanxian Island, Fangcun Mountain, Pengmen Island, Yushan City, Daluo Mountain, Hanlong Valley...

The ancient history that only exists in myths and legends, which have long disappeared from the long river of time, are slowly opened in front of him, and leave him with traces.
To be continued...