Zongman: Is this how it’s sewn?

When all races came to pay homage, Xu Zhenqing could clearly feel that a huge amount of mental power poured into the heavens of faith, and then intersected in the imperial light, and a Taoist fire ignited, carrying imperial power!

Chi!
The light was shining brightly. At this moment, Xu Zhenqing exuded infinite divine power, his robes fluttered, he was extremely handsome, and his body was covered with flames.

His body was hazy, and was covered in flames. He was surrounded by the fire of the quasi-immortal emperor and bathed in the immortal divine flame.

The flames attached to the surface of the body, rising into blazing flames, burning fiercely, so brightly that the void collapsed in the fire, and this vast universe was wailing, trembling, and twisting.

Then his soul left his body and turned into a picture of fire on the other side of the sea of ​​​​boundary. He copied thousands of laws and integrated the endless laws of the world. Now he has returned again and has completely stepped into the realm of quasi-immortal emperor!

"Emperor Road, finally broke through the King Realm!"

When he stepped onto the Heavenly Tribulation Platform, the entire heavens resonated, and a dark cage emerged from the depths of the sea of ​​thunder. Just as it was about to bring down the disaster, it was taken away by the Tribulation Clothes and nourished this secret treasure.

The terrifying cracks on the boundary sea dam slowly healed under the soothing of Yuanshi Dharma Seal. The imperial fire flowed from Xu Zhenqing's fingertips, refining the boundary sea dam again, making it even more indestructible.

The Dark Willow God took root in the ancient temple, and every black gold leaf was engraved with imperial patterns. The outside world outside the ancient temple could no longer touch the boundary sea.

Xu Zhenqing lowered his eyes to look at the Emperor Suppressing Jar in his palm. The mottled bloodstains on the jar were resonating with the chaotic energy inside. This was the last wail of Taiwu Tianzun's soul before it collapsed when Wu Fengzi's lineage was destroyed.

He sighed softly, and the mouth of the jar turned upside down. A wisp of residual soul was thrown into the reincarnation monument. The inscription on the monument instantly appeared in scarlet seal characters: "Apostates will be damned forever."

Earth, on the shores of the East China Sea.

Xu Zhenqing stood on the waves, and a reflection emerged in the time under his feet, which was the neon lights of the skyscrapers.

The once prosperous city has sunk to the bottom of the sea, with only scattered European-style towns left. People on Earth are discussing upgrading. The civilization evolving here is still human. The collapse has come, and it has mysteriously revived and entered the steam age.

The corals beneath the blue waves are like blood-red ribbons, silently telling of the eternal loneliness in the rise and fall of the tide.

"Even the Kunlun Dragon Vein has dried up..." His fingertips stroked the cracked reefs, and his spiritual sense swept across the seabed, and he actually touched half of the rusty "Oriental Pearl" tower deep in the mud.

I don't know who left this, but it's obviously a memorial to something.

A faded poster hung on the spire: "In the era of great catastrophe, temporarily abandon the coast." The handwriting on the newspaper had long since blurred, with only a faint trace of childish brushstrokes still visible: "Japan sank. The teacher said we have a day off. We mourned and put up red banners."

Xu Zhenqing couldn't help but sneer and shook his head. The method at that time was still a bit crude, but it was indeed a great merit to allow children and adults to have a day off.

Suddenly, ripples appeared in the void, and a small boat came through the waves. The old man rowing the boat wore a tattered straw raincoat, but his face made Xu Zhenqing recognize him: this was the protector of Earth's fake son.

"Immortal, are you going to cross the sea?" The old man grinned, and all his teeth were replaced by bronze hexagram sticks. "To Penglai, you need three spirit crystals, and to Guixu, you need to use your past life memories to pay for it."

"Let's go to Penglai, I have an old friend there." Xu Zhenqing nodded. Regarding Zhou Shang, the divine body without disasters, the "True Son" of the Earth, he was beaten to death by Yaoguang on the Emperor's Road and died after his origin was devoured.

Xu Zhenqing remembered that this guy was called Yuchi Kong. He had the aura of a curse and had been trained into a curse puppet, which was why he didn't die of old age in the ancient times.

As the boat reached the deep sea, Yuchi Kong suddenly hummed a little tune: "The moon is like a hook at the head of the Wangchuan River, and ghosts are worried about the ghosts under the Wangxiang Terrace." On the top of Zhongnan Mountain, Xu Zhenqing brushed away the broken monument wrapped in ancient vines.

Lightning had struck most of the inscription, leaving only the words "Black Emperor's Tomb." He tapped the stele lightly with his fingertips, and the river of time and space rewound, reflecting the Black Emperor's final moments.
The fading Black Emperor sat slumped in the bronze coffin, clutching a half-piece of bone engraved with array patterns between his claws. "Woof... This Emperor calculated that in 8,400 years, nine dragons would pull the coffin on Mount Tai... Too bad I won't be able to see it... Tell that kid Ye... he owes me the magic medicine..."

The scene suddenly stopped, and a wisp of dog hair turned into ashes in Xu Zhenqing's palm, which made him sigh. Even the Black Emperor had embarked on the path of the Reincarnation Seal, which was left by the other party's seventh life.

Xu Zhenqing strolled through the old site of Yanjing, now transformed into a vast emerald forest stretching for thousands of miles. Suddenly, he stopped before a giant tree clad entirely in glazed glass. Beneath the tree was a stele: this was the tomb of his closest relative, though it wasn't even a cenotaph.

He flicked his fingers, and the fragments of time flew and reassembled. He saw the young man who was bowing. After a long time, he quietly left.

"The calamity fire of the mortal world will burn more than just the mountains and rivers..." Xu Zhenqing sighed softly, three flowers gathered on his head, five energies converged, but the light of the quasi-immortal emperor flickered at this moment.

He suddenly realized that he had not truly set foot on the Immortal Emperor because he lacked the ability to connect ancient and modern times. Xu Zhenqing followed his induction and stepped into the turbulence of time and space, and he could do it only by relying on his own great power.

When he opened his eyes again, he was surprised to see the night view of the Bund in the 21st century, the neon-lit top floor of the hotel, his youthful self drinking with the head of the Lin family, and the reincarnation seal on Lin Nuoyi's wrist was awakening!

Xu Zhenqing was silent. Except for those who were sent to reincarnation, most of his fathers-in-law achieved immortality, so he had no regrets.

Then he went back in time and came to the Black Swan Harbor in the 20th century, where a past was buried. He transformed Lu Mingze into him and me, and he experienced the entire time.

Come to the World Tree and witness Odin willingly offer one of his eyes in order to obtain the water of the Fountain of Wisdom.

Xu Zhenqing stared for a while, and confirmed that the other party was not the dragon Odin. He did not disturb him and left silently. Who would stare at a one-eyed monster for no reason?

At the top of the World Tree is the Idea House. Luo Ji is now training and trying to find a way to get there, become the "God of Stories", and lead the Universal Alliance to ascend to a higher dimension and become a transcendent god.

Xu Zhenqing did not interfere in these things. No matter what the outcome, he would lend a hand. After all, they were all Earthlings. He was also the first chairman of the General Education Alliance. That was the connection.

Thinking of the more distant past, he came to Kunlun, the place where immortals lived. He vaguely saw a black paper boat. Knowing who it belonged to, he protected it.

Then he went back in time and saw the Nine Dragons Pulling Coffin. He followed the Nine Dragons Pulling Coffin to an ancient star and saw a lonely little girl, similar to Nannan. She waited and waited but did not see the "Holy Body".

Xu Zhenqing sighed softly. How could the sister of the Ancient Saint Body be a useless body? After clarifying the reason, he left behind a statue of him.

He held the girl's hand and led her to a deserted village, and was finally taken away by the Yuhua Immortal Dynasty. Xu Zhenqing saw Nannan and Duan De meet, and came to the prehistoric world, where he was invested by Zuo Shanke, and only then did he feel at ease to leave.

In the blink of an eye, it was the mythological era. Xu Zhenqing originally wanted to find a magical treasure, but saw an egg falling. He caught it casually, and knowing that it was the Immortal Emperor, he casually transformed it into me.

The Emperor and I have studied the divine fetus regeneration plan, and have extended the Emperor's son and the little phoenix to act as the Emperor's son, which is actually a means of resurrecting the next life.

(End of this chapter)