As we all know, wherever spiritual power is concentrated, spiritual veins will be born.

And it’s not like there is no spiritual energy in the Great Tai Divine Dynasty, so why doesn’t it even have a spiritual vein?

Besides, there was also a very prosperous immortal cultivating sect in the Tai Tai Dynasty in the past. They always had to rely on spiritual veins, right?

These questions of Anle were answered in the jade slips left by Taoist Kong.

However, the content recorded in the jade slips was limited, and Anle still had many doubts in his mind.

He asked Kong Taoist: "The God Emperor destroyed all the spiritual veins, why did he do this?"

"Rather than destroying it, it's better to say..."

Taoist Kong opened his lips slightly and uttered a word that was extremely familiar to immortal cultivators.

"Refining."

After a short pause, Taoist Kong sighed: "I taught him so well."

Her gaze still stayed outside the window, but her gaze did not fall on the withered scenery. Instead, it seemed as if she had spanned hundreds of years and saw her former self and... the immature child beside her.

****

At that time, he was not the supreme God Emperor, but just an ordinary prince.

"I've met senior sister."

The boy followed the master and peeked at her timidly, his voice as thin as a mosquito.

The master said coldly: "Akong, from now on, he is your junior brother. You must teach him well."

Although the boy was a prince, his mother and concubine were not favored by him, so he was not taken seriously in the royal family, so he was forced into the Taoist sect by the previous God Emperor, who wanted him to learn some immortal techniques for self-cultivation.

Suddenly, the young child grew into a teenager, following her all day long, like a little follower.

"Sister, I have reached the fifth level of Qi training!"

"Senior sister, look, I have learned the aura technique!"

"Sister, this is the elixir given to me by my father. It's for you to take."

In response to the young man's excitement, she would often respond indifferently.

"good."

Since the master didn't like the royal family, and the young man's talent for cultivating immortals was limited, he was almost in a state of being left alone. However, she, the senior sister, took on the responsibility of teaching, so the two became increasingly close.

She also gradually got used to the existence of this follower around her. If she didn't hear the call of "senior sister, senior sister" one day, she would actually feel a little lonely.

As if in the blink of an eye, the boy turned into a young man.

The young man's talent in cultivating immortals was indeed limited, but he was a genius in martial arts. He quickly showed his prominence and became a new generation of strong men in both immortality and martial arts.

As their strength increases, the youth's ambitions also expand.

Like a monster trapped in a cage, just waiting for the day to break free.

That day, the young man stood in front of her, dressed in fine clothes, high-spirited, and carrying a heroic temperament.

"I want to sit on the throne."

The young man stretched out his hand, his eyes full of sincerity.

"Please help me, senior sister!"

And she just responded as usual: "Okay."

She couldn't remember the scene clearly after that. She only remembered the shaking bed, the blood of the enemy, and the passing of her master...

In order to help the young man win the throne, she seemed to have killed many, many people and suffered countless assassinations.

The overt and covert conspiracies only make people feel bored.

But in the end, with the help of the entire division, she succeeded.

The young man got his wish and sat on the supreme throne, above all the officials in the court, overlooking all living beings.

But from the day the young man became the God Emperor, she suddenly felt that figure... seemed to be getting more and more unfamiliar.

She no longer wanted to participate in those disputes, so she hid in the mountains and practiced silently.

There is no time in the mountains, so I don’t know how long it has been.

Until one day, her master's uncle came to her and informed her that the God Emperor had issued a decree to "depose the immortals and respect the martial arts".

Her first reaction was naturally disbelief.

But before she could find the God Emperor, the mountain where the sect was located was surrounded by a large number of warriors. They killed the immortal cultivators they saw, even children and women.

The mountain fire burned for three days and three nights, and the blood dyed the soil red.

When she returned to the sect, what she saw was a dilapidated ruins, and everything she was familiar with had been destroyed.

On the ruins, the God-Emperor was waiting for her.

The man is no longer as handsome as he used to be, but has gray hair and is getting older. However, the majesty immersed in that power has become deeper and deeper, making people feel extremely strange.

And she is still as young as ever.

Although the lifespan of a warrior is much longer than that of ordinary people, it is quite short compared to that of a cultivator.

The old man said calmly: "Master Kong, long time no see."

There seemed to be nostalgia, sentimentality, and...jealousy in the tone!

She stared at the old man: "What did I do wrong to make you disrespect me so much? You even... refused to call me senior sister."

We reunited after many years, but there was no warmth at all, only hatred and hostility.

The warriors brought by the old man flooded her like a tide. Some of them were wearing strange armors, each of which contained strange and incomparable power.

They are called "God General Armor."

This was something she had never seen before, but she smelled a particularly familiar aura from the armor.

Spiritual veins, immortal cultivators, evil spirits...

Their breaths are entangled together, indistinguishable from each other, like magical weapons that have been refined.

She instantly understood the origin of the armor, and strong hatred surged into her heart.

****

"God Emperor, I want to kill you... ten thousand times is not enough!"

In front of An Le's eyes, the monstrous evil spirit surged from Kong Taoist's body, as if the end of the blood sea was coming.

The pure white Taoist robe was dyed blood-like scarlet in an instant.

The face that was originally unclear suddenly became extremely terrifying, with blood and tears streaming from his eyes, and Anle was locked with almost substantial resentment and hatred.

Under this pressure, Anle's whole body trembled violently, his hairs stood on end, and for the first time in a long time, he felt in reality the omen that he might die at any time.

He even had hallucinations in his eyes.

In the sea of ​​​​blood that seemed to submerge the sky, a monster with ten wings on its back and wrapped in thunder and fire roared towards him, trying to gnaw and bite his flesh and blood.

The blood exuded strong malice, and was mixed with the shouts, howls, and cries of countless people... It was as if thousands of people were imprisoned in this sea of ​​blood.

Faced with such a terrifying scene, Anle burst out with a strong desire to survive.

The Void Magic Armor exudes endless deep aura to compete with it.

The blood elixir and the double golden elixir rotate crazily, and wild lines appear on the skin.

He almost took the initiative to activate [Heart of the Wilderness] and use its strongest form.

But at this moment, Taoist Kong's eyes gradually became clear.

The face that had previously overlapped with that of the God-Emperor changed into a ghost face again.

In just one second, the evil spirit, sea of ​​blood, and coercion all disappeared, and Taoist Kong returned to his elegant and indifferent posture.

An Le breathed a sigh of relief, his whole body was sweating profusely, and he looked at the other person with more than enough heart.

This woman is completely half crazy!

After all, Taoist Kong was already dead.

What Anle is talking to now is nothing more than an evil spirit composed of memories, obsessions, and resentments.

"Would a dead Avatar have such strength?"

An Le made a bold guess: "Perhaps she is not a god, but..."

"Sorry, my condition is not very stable."

Kong Taoist explained: "Sometimes, I always think of the past."

Of course, Anle did not dare to complain, but just continued the previous topic and continued to ask: "What is the purpose of the God Emperor refining the spiritual veins?"

"You must have absorbed that filthy thing called 'source blood energy', right?"

Kong Taoist, who had regained his composure, asked calmly: "Then have you ever thought about where the source of blood energy comes from?"
To be continued...