Simultaneous travel: I am rampant in the domestic area

After leaving Ye Fan's house, Russell went straight back to the Great Luo Heaven.

Although he didn't receive a definite answer from Ye Fan, Russell knew that this was a sure thing.

With the help of Ji Daoye, he was given some time to grow.

It's not like we're inexplicably taking on someone else's karma.

Next, we should wait for the Great Ruler Russell's true name to be engraved on the Sky Ranking.

Although the power of the Great Thousand Worlds cannot radiate to all the heavens and myriad realms, it gives Russell and his ilk real strength.

Now he only needs to wait quietly and perfect his own path of cause and effect.

There are now hundreds of millions of causal lines coiled around him.

Among them were beings from this realm, as well as the ancient emperors whose power he borrowed to shape the immortal realm.

Among them, the causal lines of one blue lotus are the thickest and most dazzling.

If it weren't for the Azure Emperor risking his life to help him, and if it weren't for the nascent immortal realm he created, Russell would have needed to put in a lot more effort.

Now that the Immortal Realm has been established, although the debt has been taken away by the Undying Emperor, from the perspective of truth, Russell does not owe them anything. However, from the perspective of morality, since he has the ability to do something, he should also do something.

Just like right now.

In the Great Luo Heaven, there was a phantom blue lotus guarded in a pool by a group of immortal medicines and medicine kings, five broken pieces of imperial weapon, and a thin human skin...

As Russell stirred up the threads of cause and effect, the river of time began to churn.

As the sole ruler of the cause and effect in the world of Shrouding the Heavens, Russell, though unable to directly retrieve people from time due to the limitations of the laws, can still gradually condense their true spirits through the cause and effect between them.

When the true spirits are fully formed, Russell will cast them into the cosmos.

With the true spirit still alive, the great emperors who have had karmic entanglements with him throughout history will return, but they will not be able to preserve their cultivation and will have to start all over again.

It can be considered a different kind of reincarnation.

After all, they were the creators of this world. It would never be complete or perfect if they didn't see with their own eyes the world they had dreamed of in life and in death.

Well, perfect.

Just thinking about it.

A thick causal line, as thick as a bucket, suddenly emerged from the two ends of a distant spacetime, trapping Russell, who was secretly fighting wits with the river of time to steal the true spirit.

Russell didn't even have time to react before he was caught between these two causal lines.

In a daze, Russell seemed to hear a ballad drifting in, penetrating deep into his heart, and endless hazy images flashed by.

A flash of causal light appeared, and when he looked up, he saw an incomparably enormous hand, whether from the future or the past, squeezing through the omnipresent river of time and space, reaching out to grab him.

Damn it! ?
There was only enough time to leave behind a single line of national essence.

Russell's figure disappeared from the Primordial Great Luo Heaven.

No one in the entire universe noticed.

……

The vast wilderness, seemingly boundless, exudes an ancient and wild aura.

At this moment, the world was pitch black, without a single ray of moonlight. All the scenery was invisible, except for the roars of ferocious beasts that shook the mountains and rivers, made all the trees tremble, and caused the leaves to fall in a flurry.

Amidst the towering mountains and deep valleys, countless ferocious beasts roam freely, and ancient remnants occasionally appear.

Under his divine sense, the spiritual energy of this world was as abundant as a fine drizzle, inexhaustible, and its Dao was perfect, even surpassing the new immortal realm he had created.

What are you doing here, buddy?
Is this still the same as "Covering the Sky"?

Swallowing hard, Russell began to explore this vast wilderness.

Out of concern for his own safety, Russell did not use the Mind Sweep, lest he find himself in an unexplorable and unknown place, bringing trouble upon himself.

As night slowly receded and the sun rose, its golden light spread across the land, reflecting the radiant dawn, like scattered gold dust breaking through the heavens and illuminating the vast wilderness.

Before long, he discovered a village in this desolate land.

It was in the distant mountains and forests; the village was not large and there was nothing mysterious about it.

On an open space, a middle-aged man with a muscular physique like a tiger or leopard and bronze skin was speaking loudly.

Ahead of him was a group of children, ranging from four or five years old to teenagers, numbering in the dozens, who were exercising in the open space in front of the village, facing the morning sun.

A little guy who looked only one or two years old, with white milk stains around his mouth, spoke in a childish voice. He seemed to have just learned to walk a few months ago. He walked unsteadily and wobbled along, also waving his fists and feet.

The little one is very fair-skinned and beautiful, with big, dark eyes that dart around, making her look like a porcelain doll.

Finally, his gaze stopped at the entrance of the village.

There was a huge, unidentified dead tree, with a trunk diameter of more than ten meters. It was charred black all over, as if it had been struck by lightning. Only a weak branch remained, still exuding a trace of green.

Within those branches, there was a faint, dying, almost extinguished divine will.

Russell rubbed his temples. He seemed to know where he was, but he just didn't know why he was here...

……

"Are you concerned?"

It is still that spacetime outside of dimensions.

Ye Fan looked into the distance with amusement.

The young man no longer sat cross-legged, but instead began to punch and strike the river of time, with the rules of the Great Dao surrounding him at its center.

He noticed Ye Fan's gaze, turned around, and said seriously:
"Very much so."

His gaze was distant, as if he had returned to the past.

In the sky, swathes of fiery red petals fell, fluttering down, one after another, crystal clear.

A figure gracefully approached, standing at the edge of the Fire Mulberry Forest, tears streaming down her face: "Little brat, you're back?"

Then, the fire mulberry leaves danced in the air, gradually falling and withering away.

A figure stood at the edge of the Fire Mulberry Forest, gazing into the distance with longing. The mulberry-picking girl was wearing her favorite red dress, looking sad and standing silently by.

……

"who are you?"

Before Shicun arrived, the middle-aged man who was responsible for supervising and guiding the children's practice was watching this man who had appeared out of nowhere with suspicion.

This guy was dressed in brocade and gorgeous clothes, and it was obvious at a glance that he was not from the Great Wilderness.

Since they are not from the Great Wilderness, yet were able to cross the Great Wilderness to reach Stone Village, their strength must be considerable.

The way of survival in the Great Wilderness has always been the law of the jungle, where all those of unknown origin are considered enemies, and war can break out at the slightest mistake.

Russell's aura was particularly steady, clearly indicating he was no ordinary person, which made everyone extremely nervous.

"Don't worry, I'm just a traveler who got lost in the wilderness. I saw people here, so I came to try my luck," Russell said with a light laugh. The commotion attracted the attention of the old clan chief, Shi Yunfeng. He quickly stepped forward, scrutinizing the newcomer, and the more he looked, the more uneasy he felt.

Unlike the others in the village, he had traveled all over the country in his youth and had seen the world.

He could tell at a glance that Russell's strength was at least three or four stories high.

If a guy like that really had designs on Shicun, the villagers would have been almost all dead in the short time we were chatting.

"Since you are a guest, let's go into the village. It's lunchtime, so if you don't mind, please have a bite."

After thinking for a while, Shi Yunfeng waved his hand and let the person in.

The only option now is to take it one step at a time. If the other party really has malicious intentions, then whether or not he is allowed to enter the village is not a big deal.

Russell thanked him quickly and settled down in Stone Village. The men in the wilderness were quite generous; once you let your guard down, they would truly treat you as a friend.

That evening, in Stone Village, the village chief organized a bonfire party to welcome the new friends.

The bonfire was blazing, creating a lively atmosphere. Men and women, young and old, all wore smiles and filled the air with laughter.

A group of children ran around and played, and Xiao Shihao was chasing and playing with a hopping five-colored bird.

Russell sat cross-legged by the campfire, quietly watching the little one.

Who could have imagined that this little one would become the most powerful being in all the worlds, dominating all ages and becoming the strongest being unparalleled before or since?

Since he's already here, he should at least change something.

"Brother Luo, is something wrong with the little one?"

The old village chief sat down next to Russell and, seeing him staring intently at Xiao Shihao, asked him in a low voice.

Bertrand Russell never shied away from his gaze.

Anyone in the village who pays close attention will notice that Russell has been paying the most attention to Little Stone since he arrived in the village.

Little Stone's origins are extraordinary and his life is incredibly tragic. When his parents brought him to Stone Village, he was on the verge of death and barely survived.

Russell's immediate attention to him made it hard not to speculate.

"I just feel a connection with this child."

Russell suddenly recalled the way the little one drank animal milk during the day, and a slight smile involuntarily appeared on his lips.

Seeing that Russell seemed genuinely interested in the child and had no other intentions, the old village chief sighed and said:
"Speaking of which, this child was so small when he first came to the village and almost died. In the blink of an eye, a year has already passed."

Russell flicked a ray of spiritual light with his finger, which circled around Little Shi Hao once. He nodded with feigned satisfaction and then said:
"If I wanted to teach the little one some magical techniques, would the village chief agree?"

"Brother Luo, do you mean you want to take Little One as your apprentice?" the old village chief asked in surprise.

Although he had never witnessed Russell's methods, he knew that Russell was no ordinary person.

Such a person actually wants to take Shi Hao as his disciple. Could it be that Shi Hao is truly blessed?
Or is it that the same group of guys from back then have come knocking on our door?

"If Little One becomes Luo's apprentice, will he have to leave Stone Village with Brother Luo?" the old village chief asked hesitantly.

“It’s not about taking him on as an apprentice,” Russell said with a light laugh. “I’m just teaching him some techniques that I think suit him well. He won’t have to leave Stone Village, and I probably won’t be leaving for many years to come. If any other children in the village want to learn, they can come along.”

"This...wouldn't this be too much trouble for you, young man..." The old village chief's face showed a look of astonishment. He naturally knew the importance of magic. The inheritance of Stone Village had long been broken, and what had been passed down was only fragments.

"Consider this payment for my stay during this time," Russell said, waving his hand dismissively.

Amidst the churning of the sea of ​​suffering, streaks of light fell upon the plaza beside the bonfire.

In an instant, it was filled with dazzling light, and boundless life essence emanated from it.

Various rare and precious materials, as well as the corpses of ferocious beasts, appeared before the eyes of everyone in Stone Village, leaving them all speechless.

"It's just a small token of my appreciation," Russell said, extending his hand and distributing the gifts to everyone according to population and practicality.

He selected items of quality below the Venerable Realm to prevent the villagers of Stone Village from being over-supplemented.

The next day, Russell began his teaching career.

He did not rashly teach any other methods or techniques, such as the Heaven-Covering Technique.

This world also has its own calamities of creation.

His mere status as a supreme being of humanity couldn't withstand more than a few blows.

Furthermore, without Shi Hao planting the seeds, even if he wanted to pass them on, they wouldn't be able to cultivate them.

Therefore, what he taught the people of Ishimura was a truly perfect system.

The control over the Perfect World within the Main God Space is limited to the Boundary Sea; there is no existence above the Heavens.

But that was enough for Russell.

With his current level of cultivation, it wouldn't be difficult for him to complete the incomplete methods in the Main God Space.

Compared to the Heaven-Covering Technique, the Perfect Technique is even more complete.

The former is more like a method born for fighting, squeezing everything to enrich itself.

The latter is to be in harmony with heaven and earth, and to attain supreme status through skill.

In comparison, the latter covers a more comprehensive range of content, while the former is purely for confronting the opponent head-on.

There is no real difference in their strengths or weaknesses; both are powerful methods that can lead directly to the path of immortality. The only difference lies in the different eras in which they were developed, resulting in a change in their systems.

Looking at the children sitting in front of him, eagerly waiting, Russell sighed softly. Finally, he had something to do.

……

Sword Comes to the World.

Above the island of Possa.

Russell carried the sword case on his back and walked effortlessly through the void. With each step he took, fine and sharp sword intent would condense under his feet for him to step on, and then dissipate instantly after his steps left, turning into invisible ripples that spread in all directions.

Space distorted behind him, leaving behind a fleeting vacuum trail.

Even if the extraordinary Russell caused a huge uproar, it wouldn't affect him. To avoid the limelight, he decided to find an opportunity to skip the next few gatherings.

As for now, the battle for the thirteenth is about to begin, and he needs to hurry.

If he were to be beaten to it by that scoundrel Ah Liang because of his absence, he would probably be ridiculed by Ah Liang for the rest of his life.

Just as Russell approached the Great Wall of Sword Qi, his figure suddenly froze.

It wasn't for any other reason than that he could smell Ah Liang's scent pervasive in the air.

Looking around, Russell raised an eyebrow and followed the scent and sound into the depths of the void ahead.

At the edge of the horizon, the scene was quite interesting.

A white donkey slowly trod through the air, its hooves barely disturbing the clouds beneath it.

A man sat sideways on the donkey's back, wearing a straw hat and a tattered blue robe. In his hand, he held a small, palm-sized gourd, worn smooth and shiny from being rubbed, and was tilting his head back to drink directly from it, humming a tune that was so off-key that even nine oxen couldn't pull him back. (End of Chapter)