The Great Ruler: Starting from the Ruthless Emperor

It could be hundreds of years, or even thousands of years.

Only by reaching the pinnacle and becoming a Saint King or a Great Sage, will it be possible to return across the star field.

"Whoosh whoosh..."

The Yuhua King of Zhongzhou, Wang Lin of Donghuang, Zixuandu of Beiyuan, the celestial maiden of Linglong Pavilion, the celestial demon of the demon clan, Yuan Qingfeng... and dozens of other geniuses all flew into the air and sank into the star gate.

"It's time for me to go too!"

Yang Wuzheng looked back once, his eyes slightly misty, and he looked at the girl on the top of the mountains in the Northern Territory.

The girl was wearing a spotless white dress, standing straight, letting the strong wind from the top of the mountain blow her.

The proud fairy-like posture and beautiful face are like a beautiful painting that will never be forgotten.

His black hair fluttered in the wind, shining brightly, and his pair of eyes, distinctly black and white, seemed to have crossed the galaxy and fell on him.

The eyes were calm and cold, and there seemed to be no emotion at all.

But that calm gaze still made Yang Wuzheng unable to calm down.

He nodded slightly, said no more, took a step forward, and was thousands of miles away, and in an instant he was immersed in the star gate.

And the moment Yang Wuzheng stepped into the star gate, a ray of clear light streaked across the sky and followed closely behind him.

"She went too!"

Li Qingyue's eyes sparkled with a fairy light, and she saw everything clearly.

That was Fairy Ling Wei, who followed Yang Wuzheng without hesitation. Even if she was not strong enough, she still wanted to accompany Yang Wuzheng.

Those who practice cultivation are also human beings, and as human beings, they have desires and obsessions.

Some people want to live forever, while others are obsessed with feelings.

Some people dream of becoming immortal.

This is the practice.

"I should go back to see my brother!"

As the huge immortal gate gradually dissipated, Li Qingyue turned around and looked towards the direction of Zhongzhou.

On a green hill there, lies buried a young man whom she will never forget.

A young man who accompanied her throughout her childhood and protected her as she grew up.

Even though she was full of depression and wanted to die, she grew up little by little.

"If he in the future is really you!"

"I wish I could go back to my childhood and walk with you again!"

"This time... I'll protect you!"

Li Qingyue murmured, took a step forward, and her figure disappeared in an instant.

When she appeared again, she had already arrived at the small mountain village where she left that year.

The mountain village remains the same, but the faces of many familiar people are already filled with traces of time.

There are also many unfamiliar faces.

For those who practice cultivation, ten years is just a blink of an eye.

But for the people in these mountain villages, it is like a reincarnation.

Some people die forever, while new life is born.

Lying on the top of the green mountain with her knees hugged, Li Qingyue looked at the mountain village below.

He sat there for several months, without any thoughts or ideas, as if he would sit until the end of eternity.

She saw the hardships of the mountain people's survival, and also saw the joy in their suffering.

"I almost forgot that you guys are also indebted to us brothers and sisters!"

"Brother is gone, so I'll pay it back!"

Li Qingyue murmured, and wisps of fairy light burst out from between her fingers and gently fell into the mountain village.

The Wheel Sea Scroll of the Heaven-Devouring Demon Art was silently engraved into the hearts of some young men.

She did not leave behind a complete method of cultivation, only some of the simplest methods of cultivation among the Heaven-Devouring Demonic Arts.

It can strengthen your body and help you better absorb the essence of the world.

Let the people in the mountain villages have greater power, hunt more food, and improve the poverty of the mountain villages.

This is a demonic skill. If no one protects it, the whole world will eventually become your enemy.

Too many ways of practicing will drag this mountain village into the abyss of hell.

But she did not block the road, but burned the complete spiritual intention of the Heaven-Swallowing Demon Technique into the green mountain.

If the people living among the green mountains here have enough understanding, they can also figure it out and connect the broken road.

As long as they don't show off and don't do evil, this mountain village will eventually become a better place.

After doing all this, Li Qingyue no longer paid attention to the mountain village, but silently stared at the pile of graves made of rocks in front of her.

In ten years, the weeds became extremely dense.

Some are as straight as trees.

Faintly, Li Qingyue seemed to see a young man standing there, smiling silently at her.

At this moment, Li Qingyue's mind was filled with mixed memories, boiling over and over again, and for a moment she seemed to have completely forgotten herself.

She instinctively recounted the scenery she had seen, the beauty she had seen, and the friends she had made in the past ten years.

It seemed that he wanted to tell that young man everything he had experienced in the past few years.

But as she was narrating this, the vitality in her body began to fade away little by little.

Only between the eyebrows there are wisps of fairy light blooming, like a cold bright moon shining and rotating.

That is the Art of Crossing the Gods, which is running all the time, tempering the soul and the immortal platform.

It also records everything about oneself, including those unforgettable moments.

The memories in my mind can't stop flowing.

She thought about her past life and her present life.

I thought of my parents and relatives, and my brother in this life.

They seemed to come alive, telling me their endless thoughts in my ears.

At this moment, Li Qingyue felt as if her obsession with Yuan Shen was split.

Some of them trace back the long river of time, intending to return to their previous lives.

A part of him stayed in the present, as if he had never left, always accompanying his brother.

But a part of it flows along the long river of time, towards the endless future.

Time and space seem to be meaningless at this moment.

"Buzz!"

A drop of immortal blood appeared between Li Qingyue's eyebrows.

That was the immortal blood of Emperor Huang Tian, ​​the endless power of time and space, which seemed to be able to run through eternity.

At this moment, everything was filled with Li Qingyue's immortal platform, lingering above Li Qingyue's soul.

Especially the Demonic Pot Immortal Platform, which had changed greatly. The flying immortal shadows transformed by the obsession seemed to have come alive.

"boom!"

Suddenly, Li Qingyue's whole body shook, and all the vitality and endless obsession in her body seemed to be gathered in her soul at this moment.

In an instant, he broke free from the shackles of his physical body and jumped out from the immortal platform between his eyebrows.

"Om..."

At this moment, Li Qingyue's body seemed to be completely dead, like an immortal rock standing on the top of a mountain.

And her soul instantly turned into endless rain of light and melted between heaven and earth.

"This is where?"

Li Qingyue regained consciousness and found that her body had turned into a little girl of four or five years old.

Sitting calmly on a piece of bluestone, he was filled with depression and an unspeakable desire to die.

And in front of her was a blood-stained mountain village.

The broken limbs and bodies were scattered on the ground, and the smell of blood was pungent.

"Here it is!"

"It's the village I traveled through!"

Seeing this familiar scene, Li Qingyue's heart trembled, and she quickly stood up, searching in this dead silent village.

In the distance, a young man covered in blood seemed to have noticed her and was walking towards her step by step.

"elder brother!"

When she saw the familiar figure, Li Qingyue's pupils instantly became moist.

An astonishing thought arose in my mind: "I went back to the past?"

"Girl, what's your name?"

The young man came to Li Qingyue and asked softly, as if he was afraid of scaring the girl in front of him.

But at this moment, Li Qingyue just had moist eyes and a heavy throat, unable to make the slightest sound.

"Hey... don't cry, don't cry, I won't ask your name!"

Seeing the mist spreading in the little girl's eyes, the boy suddenly became anxious.

He didn't know how to coax a child, and he was even more afraid that the little girl's crying would attract the ferocious beasts that slaughtered the mountain village.

He picked up the little girl and walked away, coaxing her clumsily: "Don't cry, and don't be afraid. From now on, brother will take care of you!"