Dragon Silk Palace, Golden City.

Ning Yi and the coffin master stood under the shade of the tree.

"Senior, what did you see?"

Before the founding of the Great Sui Dynasty, there were immortal gods in this world. After Emperor Guangming set up talismans in the sea upside down, the two gods in the world were exhausted... Since then, there has been no eternity in the world.

If you want to trace this history, you may only be able to ask the gods.

And it's a coincidence.

Now, there is such a god standing beside Ning Yi.

The coffin owner stared at the giant tree that was so close to him, and his pupils looked a little confused.

She seemed to be in deep thought.

After a long time.

"Somewhat looks familiar, but it's just familiar."

The coffin owner's voice was hoarse and said, "A lot of things... I can't remember them."

Ning Yi was a little disappointed.

But Ning Yi expected the answer... After all, the soul and body of the ancestor of Zishan had been separated for a long time, and the divine body was not complete.

After that war, all the gods who survived by chance seemed to be severely suppressed.

The monkey was trapped in a cage for unknown reasons and could not escape.

The body and soul of the coffin are divided into two parts and cannot be merged.

Yuan lost his memory and lived in the world in the mirror.

The same is true for that saint... he has no body of his own, and he can only live under the ground of Xiao Wuliang Mountain.

These "immortality" that transcend the world are either restricted from freedom or lose their body and soul.

Trace back to the root of all this.

A person cannot be avoided.

The founding lord of the Great Sui Dynasty, the Emperor of Light standing above the gods.

The soul of the coffin owner lives in Wu Daozi's body.

She stared at the giant tree and looked out of her mind.

“…I might need some time to think about it.”

Hearing this, Ning Yian left quietly.

He did not disturb the coffin owner, raised his palm at a corner of the Golden City, touched the void, and opened the door to the Tree Realm Palace.

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...

On the stone slabs of the Tree Realm Hall, billions of golden threads wrap the throne around.

The Taoist robe is like annihilated smoke.

It's like a ignited fire core.

With the slow and even breathing sound, the white-haired Taoist priest sitting upright slowly opened his eyes.

In the main hall, a black shirt stood.

Zhou You's voice was solemn, and he said, "Ning Yi... I felt an extremely powerful force. When I came to the Golden City, I stood under the Jianmu tree. Who is that person?"

"It's the coffin owner of Zishan."

Ning Yi chuckled softly, briefly narrating the causes and consequences of the wind and snow field, indicating that you don’t have to be nervous when traveling around.

After listening, Zhou You felt relieved.

"It's a good thing that the coffin owner is willing to come to Golden City..." The white-haired Taoist priest asked immediately: "There is a big secret behind that Jianmu. Has she seen anything?"

For both worlds, the history before the sea hangs upside down is frozen, no one knows or can find out.

Those who truly live to that era, those who can come here.

Only the coffin owner.

Ning Yi shook his head and smiled, "Not yet... Maybe he needs to wait a little longer."

"You came to the tree world to see me?"

Sitting on the golden thread seat, Zhouyou saw Ning Yi, a smile flashed in his eyes.

With just one glance, he could see it.

Now Ning Yi has signs of returning to his position with seven volumes of heavenly books.

Six volumes have been refined.

There is another volume... I look around to the direction of the northern deserted clouds, and this small action naturally cannot escape Ning Yi's awareness.

Ning Yi said helplessly: "Sure enough, all this cannot be hidden from Mr. Zhou's eyes."

The word "Dharma Eye" is not a false statement.

The prophecy of the ancestor of Tao, the ultimate truth of Tao... This ability, which is almost like a miracle, can be seen through the fate and fate in just one glance.

Ning Yi was not surprised that Zhou You saw anything.

"After leaving Longxiao Palace..."

Ning Yi talked about his experiences these days.

The white-haired Taoist priest on the golden thread seat supported his jaw with one hand and put on a relaxed and relaxed posture, smiling and gentle.

He listened to Ning Yi's voice, and at the same time endured the erosion and washing of the dark abyss over and over again.

The body goes from withered to rebirth and revival, from brand new to rotten and ulcerated...

These pains are endless.

Even if it is placed on the great practitioners of Nirvana, it will cause people to collapse their will.

Sitting on this throne brings hope to the world, you will have no hope.

Zhou You felt very relieved when he saw Ning Yi's cultivation level improve again... Ning Yi's distance from him was not far away.

The human world needs the fruit of life and death.

The more the better.

This will get better and better.

Ning Yi saw Mr. Zhou You’s smile and couldn’t help but sigh and asked with a smile: “Did you expect that today would be there a long time ago?”

Zhouyou laughed without saying a word.

And this is often the answer.

After a brief silence, the white-haired Taoist priest sitting on the throne spoke softly and seriously, "Actually you will have today... I am not surprised. I had this premonition before I had the ultimate truth. So when I first met, I hope you could worship in Zixiao Palace and become a disciple of the Taoist sect."

Ning Yi naturally couldn't forget the scene of that day.

This is an important day for him to open the door to the world of practice—

Xu Zang and Zhou You rush to take themselves under their command. But later, Zhou You gave up.

"I have always believed in my intuition very much." Zhou You raised his eyebrows and smiled faintly: "So from the moment I saw you, I firmly believe that you will definitely grow up and become an amazing person... I also think that the Dao Sect is not suitable for you. Xu Zang is more suitable for being your "taughter" than me."

"Of course... I can't think of you as you grow to this point."

After a brief pause, Zhou You murmured: "Just as I couldn't imagine, one day I would sit here."

Even the God who was standing under the golden tree at this moment could not achieve omniscience and omnipotence, let alone himself who was just a mundane body at that time?

"You came to the tree world...it wouldn't be as simple as seeing me."

A faint golden color appeared in Zhou You's pupils again.

Strands of thin gold threads were like ink threads drawn from the tip of a craftsman's plain pen in his pupils, turning into petals of narrow lotus flowers. This gold color was not fiery, so it was not dazzling.

Lotus rotation.

The white-haired Taoist priest who was in charge of the truth of the Tao was soft, "In the Tree Realm Hall, there is what you want... Here, except for stone slabs, seals, and hanging islands, there is only the mottled light and shadow that has no end."

"And...a corpse that is 'eternal fallen'."

Zhou You laughed.

He found out the answer and whispered: "You are here for the corpse of the Dragon Emperor."

Ning Yi looked shocked.

He stood in the main hall of the Tree Realm Hall, and at this moment he felt something and looked down at himself. The ground of the main hall corresponds to the ultimate glow in the eyes of the white-haired Taoist priest... With himself as the center of the flower, countless slender and narrow lotus petals bloomed, which slowly converged and hid in nothingness.

Almost the holy traces of God dissipate.
To be continued...