My practice narration is weird.

There are thousands of palaces above the heaven.

There is a palace inside it called Jingyu Palace.

Jingyu Palace is holding a wedding banquet today.

The reason is simple. Under the True Man Jingyu, there are thirteen young relatives who passed the assessment and became star officials.

Jing Ling was one of them. After three rounds of drinks, he was wandering around the banquet with a ruddy face, looking extremely proud and happy.

"Brother Pulao, come eat. You are in my Jingyu Palace now. Why are you being so polite to me?"

The young Pulao now transformed into a human form, sitting at the banquet with a slightly gloomy expression.

eat?
Pulao just wants to say eat it!

Look at this table, is there anything I can eat?

I am the fourth son of the dragon after all, and you want me to eat dragon liver?
Everyone else could naturally see Pulao's gloominess, but Jing Ling even had a smile in his eyes.

"Brother Pulao, you and I both passed the Star Officer Assessment. Why are you so unhappy? Is it because the food on the table is not to your taste?"

The young man, with his neck tightly embraced, was drunk and whispered in Pulao's ear with a smile.

"Stinky Toad, I know you are not convinced. You have a higher cultivation level than me, better talent than me, and stronger magical powers than me, but you can only be the same star official as me. You must be unhappy, right?"

Pulao was silent.

The young man's smiling voice came again.

"But it doesn't matter, things will be different soon."

Pulao glanced at the person behind him with a puzzled look.

"I can only be a star official for sixty years at most. After sixty years, I will definitely be promoted to Star Lord... If you want to know why, there is no other way. My great-grandfather is still alive and is the Supreme Lord of the Immortal Palace, while you..."

Jing Ling said this, stretched out her hand, and pointed at the plate with her fingertips.

“Only at the dining table.”

Pulao finally stood up, shook off the arm of the person behind him, and glared at him for a moment.

Finally, he walked away.

I can't stay in this heavenly palace anymore.

I'm going back to Beihai!
The young man looked indifferent as he watched the figure of Pulao disappear into the distant sky, and finally sneered.

"Longzi? Just a stinky toad."

After a moment, he staggered up to a man who looked somewhat similar to him.

"Father, why hasn't Grandpa come out yet?"

The latter looked at him quietly and said.

"It is said that a guest has arrived and the ancestor is receiving him."

"Oh."

The young Jing Ling hummed at first, but then reacted and looked puzzled.

"Guests? He personally received them?"

What a joke.

Jingyu Palace was founded by the ancestor Jingyu Zhenren, who was a close friend of His Majesty Bai Yuchan. Looking at the entire fairy palace, who wouldn't give him some face?
There are guests who want him to receive them personally? And they are so mysterious about it?
Could it be...

"Yes, is it that Lord?" There was a hint of longing in Jing Ling's eyes.

Unlike his own ancestor, that Lord has not given up his practice and has been in seclusion, isolated from the world for a long time, so that there are not many people in the Heavenly Palace who have seen Bai Yuchan.

But everyone knows that no matter how turbulent or changing the Heavenly Palace is, that Lord is undoubtedly the number one, and no one doubts it.

The middle-aged man smiled.

"Wait a bit, maybe we'll see him soon. It just so happens that you're also a star official now, so you can make yourself familiar to him and leave a good impression."

"My child understands!"

……

Inside the Jingyu Palace, Bai Yuchan and an old man sat at the two ends of a table, and occasional random conversations could be heard from them.

"How long have we known each other?"

"It's too many to count. The Immortal Palace has been established for thousands of years. You and I have known each other before..."

Bai Yuchan nodded and looked forward, as if he could see the outside world through the heavy door and see the grand banquet spread across the entire palace island.

"What are you doing today?"

"A few juniors have become star officials, so it's customary to hold a banquet."

"Junior? How old is the junior?"

"Who can remember clearly? After so many years, I have already lost count of my bloodline. But unlike you, you have been devoted to cultivation for so many years. Ten thousand years have passed in seclusion. I am tired, so I just sit and watch the clouds rise and fall and take care of the family. Although these young people cannot remember clearly, they are still my family after all, right?"

"You won't practice anymore in the future? Have you decided to stop here?" Bai Yuchan asked seriously.

"No, don't worry. I can still live for tens of thousands of years. That's enough."

The old man chuckled and then extended an invitation.

"You finally got out of quarantine. Let's go take a look together later?"

Bai Yuchan looked calm, thought for a moment, and asked.

"What are you looking at?"

"What you said is true. You have been in seclusion for so long. I will show you the recent changes."

"Are there any changes?" Bai Yuchan asked.

Ok?
The old man was stunned for a moment, and there was a hint of thought in his old eyes.

He responded after a moment.

"It seems that there is really no change."

The Immortal Palace has existed for tens of thousands of years, and except for the initial heyday, there seems to be no change in the years that followed.

It still looks the same, and the people are still the same, but there are a few more palaces from time to time, and occasionally a few less palaces.

But the overall situation remains unchanged.

It will be the same as it was ten thousand years ago, and it can even be predicted that it will be the same in the next ten thousand years.

But so what?
The old man didn't care and smiled.

"Nothing has changed, so let's just take a look at my descendants and see if there are any that you like."

Bai Yuchan said calmly: "No change is not a good thing."

The old Master Jingyu showed some doubt in his eyes at this moment.

"Why are you talking about this today..."

Bai Yuchan smiled and shook his head.

There was deafening cheering from outside the hall.

The old man raised his eyes and looked through the door into the distance.

Outside the Immortal Palace, two youngsters were fighting each other under the cheers of the immortals.

With a wave of his hand, someone summoned the water from the rivers in the sky, and the raging waves rushed forward.

Someone pinched his fingers together, and the essence of the dragon liver and phoenix marrow at the banquet suddenly disappeared, and the shadows of dragons and phoenixes appeared on the scene.

The old man stroked his beard and smiled, looking at Bai Yuchan beside him.

"Your Majesty, I still remember that you used to love to compete with your brothers. Take a look at these juniors of mine and see if any of them can catch your eye."

"That's right." Bai Yuchan said.

good?

The old man's eyes showed surprise that he could actually hear the word "not bad" from Bai Yuchan's mouth.

In the past, Bai Yuchan always described others as ants!

Is this okay?

He stood up in a hurry and, without thinking twice, directly invited Bai Yuchan to go outside the hall to take a look.

This time, Bai Yuchan did not refuse.

Jingyu Palace is very big.

It is more than a thousand steps from inside the hall to outside.

The old man originally wanted to walk around the outside of the hall casually, but Bai Yuchan was walking slowly step by step behind him, so he could only stay beside him.

Zhenren Jingyu had a vague feeling in his heart that Bai Yuchan was a little different today.

The pace became slower and slower, but cheers broke out again outside the hall.

The sound of waves crashing against the shore could be heard faintly in the fairy palace.

But it was the young man who had summoned the river water earlier who defeated the other person.

At this moment, the two of them had already reached the palace gate.

The half-open palace door blocked the figures of the two people, but the scenery outside the door was still visible, and the scorching sun outside the door could still be seen.

Darkness and brightness are clearly separated at the temple gate.

Bai Yuchan's footsteps suddenly paused.

Zhenren Jingyu also stopped and looked at Bai Yuchan with a puzzled look.

The voice came with a smile and question.

"When gods fight, they can easily throw out the water from rivers. How many years of drought will it take for the world to make up for it?"

The old man was stunned.

What do you mean?
"The immortals are extravagant, and the treasures they have are enough for the mortals in the lower world to live for several more lifetimes, right?"

"What……"

Bai Yuchan smiled lightly and spoke again.

"When the Immortal Palace was built, resources were scarce, and everyone's cultivation was not very high. They did not have such a long lifespan, let alone so many natural treasures."

"The astronomical officials at that time could calculate the exact time of rainfall and worry about extending their lifespan by several decades."

"But are all the things in the world created by the hard work and thrift of all living beings?"

of course not……

Bai Yuchan stretched out his hand and pointed outside the hall.

"But how come it has become like this now?"

At this moment, Zhenren Jingyu had fine beads of cold sweat on his forehead.

He suddenly didn't understand Bai Yuchan at the moment. But he still spoke quickly.

"I will make them correct their mistakes. The things you said and the things you saw today will never happen again..."

Bai Yuchan looked at the somewhat nervous old man in front of him, and finally shook his head, looking towards the distant sky.

"late."

too late.

Bai Yuchan said self-deprecatingly at this moment.

“The immortals are short-sighted, and this is true.”

"Even I only figured this out recently..."

He took a light step out from the darkness of the hall and stepped on the sunlight shining down from the sky.

The palace door was opened, and the scorching sun poured down on Master Jingyu, but the old man felt that it was extremely cold all around him.

What's the reason? What's the reason?
What is Bai Yuchan talking about...

As the palace door opened, Bai Yuchan walked out.

There was silence outside the hall at first, and then the cheers in the venue surged like a wave, the sound was deafening!
The young man who had just taken up the post of star official had a gleam in his eyes as he looked at the figure with admiration in his eyes.

His Majesty should have seen the fight I just had, right?
You must have seen it.

It was worth it that he almost exhausted all his spiritual energy and forcibly displayed such magical powers to achieve victory.

Bai Yuchan raised his hand slightly and spoke calmly.

The words rang in the ears of the old man behind him.

"Living longer doesn't mean you can go further."

……

Thousands of miles away from Dayan.

Parthia.

There was a sound of heavy breathing coming from within the palace.

Jing Ling woke up from his meditation with cold sweat pouring down his forehead.

After a while, he covered his face, with ferocity and fear in his eyes.

The phantoms of the past now hovered in his mind like a nightmare, and even the most basic attempt to enter a state of meditation would cause him to fall into this inner demon.

Every time I close my eyes, I recall that scene...

When he was at the peak of his career, he met Bai Yuchan for the first time.

But the ending...

If the ancestor had not risked his life to save him and sent him away, he would have been reduced to corpse like countless other immortals.

Within one day, the cultivation families in the thirteen heavenly palaces fell apart.

The immortals were trampled underfoot, but no one dared to stop it.

As for him, he was sent to a treasured place to recuperate early on, but somehow he avoided the disaster.

"Damn Bai Yuchan... Wait, wait until Penglai appears, how can I let you go..."

After a while, Jing Ling took a few breaths again, adjusted his breath, and walked out of the robbed palace alone.

He stood on the top of the attic, his eyes gloomy, drinking alone.

"My survival is God's will. When Penglai opens, Bai Yuchan, you will find that the thing you regret most is that you failed to kill me back then..."

"Among the millions of immortals, is there anyone who can survive Bai Yuchan's hands?"

"Who else can do this?!"

"just me!"

As the wine entered his mouth, he suddenly paused.

Jing Ling raised his hand, wiped the wine stains from the corners of his mouth, and looked at the man who had appeared in front of him at some point.

The man was holding a booklet in his hand, flipping through it again and again, as if comparing it with something.

Jing Ling's eyes became alert for a moment.

who?

He wanted to ask, but the other party spoke first.

"You are the Pure Spirit, right?"

"Oh, yes, you are..."

The palace was shattered in an instant.

The soul was refined in an instant.

"The vegetables are the same as Pulao."

Ye Wuyou looked calmly as he glanced at the list given by Wen Qu in his hand, and then gently crossed out Jing Ling's name.

next.

……

There is an ordinary restaurant in the alleys of the city.

"Have you heard? Recently, it seems that someone is madly chasing us..."

"That's why I called everyone here."

"That person didn't care about anyone else but us and attacked us without saying a word. I have lost contact with the several Star Lords I contacted before."

"Who is he? A person from later generations? How could a person from later generations be able to do this?"

"Don't worry about who it is. Think about what to do first. What does that person want?"

Suddenly, opinions were divided.

Treasure? Magical instrument? Antiquity? Beauty?
But the debate soon came to a conclusion.

"Actually, I think you are all paupers. Look around yourselves and see if you still have anything left after all these years. Why are you guessing like this?" Ye Wuyou said seriously.

"There must be a purpose, right?"

"It doesn't matter. I have already asked someone to investigate his background. That person is indeed from the future. Since he is from this world, it will be easy to deal with. We have no ties to him. He must have a family. We can just start through the people around him."

"You still need to investigate his background? You didn't know? It's okay, I know this, I'll tell you directly."

Everyone's eyes immediately looked over.

Ye Wuyou tapped the table lightly with his fingertips.

The dark shadow instantly enveloped the surroundings, dragging the figure inside.

【Strange Coffin】

Everything was calm and peaceful inside the restaurant.

But the waiter went upstairs and looked for a while, and finally muttered with a confused look on his face.

"Where are the guests from the previous table..."

Half a day later.

The dense forest outside the city.

Ye Wuyou's figure emerged from the air, pacing slowly, his body covered in blood, his eyes unable to hide the fatigue.

"Are you okay? Would you please stop for a moment? Stop doing this..."

Xia Anmeng's soul is still in Ye Wuyou's body at this moment.

She looked to the side, at Ye Wuyou's soul, which had been brilliant and shining before, but now was dim and lifeless, with a worried look on her face.

The soul is damaged.

"No need." Ye Wuyou shook his head.

He looked at the palm of his hand, where a strange and eerie aura kept beating.

This is something obtained from the remnants.

The ability is to apply the supernatural power directly to the human soul.

"Another strange one..."

Ye Wuyou's eyes were deep, and finally he became ruthless and merged this strange thing into his body again.

At this moment, it has reached the eighth realm of Tianxuan, and the Dao domain has expanded a bit, enough to integrate another strange statue.

"Take the mute girl with you afterwards."

He did not bring the mute girl with him on this trip because if she followed him, she would not blend in and would be discovered directly.

After walking for a distance again, the strange aura on Ye Wuyou finally reached its peak. His steps were a little staggering. He frowned and finally chose to lean against the roots of a tree, closing his eyes and regulating his breathing.

The interior of the body.

Xia Anmeng showed hesitation in her eyes, and finally, little by little, she quietly approached Ye Wuyou's soul.

The corners of his eyes trembled slightly.

"you……"

"Don't talk, I understand the soul, I will heal you..."

……

Time passed bit by bit.

One day, two days, three days...

Ten days, twenty days, thirty days...

In a cave somewhere, Ye Wuyou opened his eyes and listened quietly to the sound of raindrops outside the cave.

The mute girl gnawed on his body, and their souls and spirits merged with each other.

Ye Wuyou did not stand up, his eyes looked a little dazed.

Finally, he concentrated his attention a little and looked at the booklet that Wenqu handed to him.

There is one last name on it.

He smiled and chose to put it away instead of crossing it out.

"How long have we been out?"

……

One year later, Ye Wuyou returned to Tianlan City. (End of this chapter)