Refining Qi starts from repairing the panel

Although the Dali Dynasty only respected Confucianism and Taoism, some branches of other Taoist traditions were still circulated.

The historian that Chu Zheng was very interested in was one of them.

This group of people is not large in number within the entire Ten Thousand Worlds camp, and only a few have entered the Ninth Realm.

As the recorder of ancient history, although the historians have ordinary cultivation and combat power, they have mastered a strange secret skill called "Time Mirror".

People who practice cultivation have gone through too long a period of time, and ancient history will change accordingly. Much of the history is passed down orally, and each person has his own version of the story, so naturally the truth will be distorted.

Historians would use special means to draw what they saw and heard into picture albums, and historians who had practiced the Mirror of Time could, from these picture albums, feel as if they were there, and see the scenes that their predecessors had seen with their own eyes.

Only the facts agreed upon by historians are the real ancient history. This is a fact recognized by all living beings in the universe. Even the Immortal Alliance or the Martial Palace will not question this.

The Tongjing Academy where Bai Nian works is mainly responsible for repairing the fragments handed down from ancient times, and naturally there are many historians and monks among them.

Chu Zheng has always wanted to know something about historians. There are too many secrets buried in the ancient history of the universe. Perhaps there are picture albums left behind by historians.

Even if there is nothing in the Qingyun Realm, there must be some secrets left by our predecessors hidden somewhere in the myriad worlds.

Sometimes, the information he searches for himself may not be accurate, but the things left by historians at least will not have errors in authenticity.

Chu Zheng's cultivation has now reached the perfection of the immortal tribulation. With a high level of cultivation, he once again displayed the magical power of false form, which was seamless. Not even the true immortals could see any clues. Even the Immortal Lord would be deceived if he did not check carefully.

As far as Chu Zheng knows, there is no one in Qingyun Realm who can compare with the Immortal Lord, so he can travel freely.

A moment later, Chu Zheng walked through the inner city and arrived in front of Tongjingyuan.

Tongjingyuan does not occupy a very large area, only about a thousand feet long and wide, and is shrouded in a layer of bright light. There is a plaque in front of the door with a dark purple and gold border, and three large silver characters "Tongjingyuan" are engraved on it.

Chu Zheng did not recognize the font used for writing, but, just like when he was in Huanhua Academy, the plaque was attached with a sense of righteousness, which enabled the cultivators of other sects to understand its meaning even if they did not recognize it.

The Confucian and Taoist monk who wrote the plaque at Huanhua Academy was not as accomplished as Chu Zheng, so the words on the plaque changed with Chu Zheng's own cognition.

Nowadays, the Confucian and Taoist sage who wrote the three characters "Tongjingyuan" has far surpassed Chu Zheng in cultivation.

With Chu Zheng's current level of cultivation, he naturally cannot have any impact on this plaque.

Faintly, Chu Zheng even had an illusion in his mind of a figure in a Confucian robe, writing this plaque with a brush.

After coming to his senses, Chu Zheng was slightly startled and the light in his eyes disappeared.

According to the information sent back by the spiritual eyes, this plaque has been in existence for nearly a million years. Its majestic spirit has not yet dissolved, and its charm is natural. The Confucian and Taoist sage who wrote this plaque is at least a sub-sage, comparable to the Immortal Lord and Immortal King.

Strong people of this level are rare in the entire universe.

A team of armored attendants stood in front of the door. The leader, at first glance, was nearly fifty years old and had reached the fourth level of cultivation. He was not a Confucian or Taoist practitioner, but a body cultivator. There was a hint of military murderous aura about him, and one could tell at a glance that he was a fierce general in the army.

The armor on these people all have dragon reliefs, and they are obviously the elite of the Dali Dynasty.

However, except for the leader, the aura of the others was much more scattered and their cultivation was much weaker.

Chu Zheng already knew the reason. Before this, the Ten Thousand Worlds had recruited combat forces, and the Dali Military Department had drawn nearly six million elite troops from all over the country, led by the contemporary military god and many military strategists, and went to the battlefield of the Ten Thousand Worlds.

Most of the brave warriors in the Dali Army should have been drained out, and a lot of fresh blood was absorbed.

Soon, several people found Chu Zheng in front of the door. The middle-aged man in the lead stepped forward and asked in a deep voice:

"Who is coming?"

Chu Zheng gathered his thoughts, bowed, and said bluntly:

"An old friend from Huanling City, I'm here to visit Bai Nian. Sir Bai, please let me know."

After carefully looking at Chu Zheng for a few times, the middle-aged man's expression softened a lot. He waved his hand, motioning the soldiers beside him to go inside to report, and said in a deep voice:

After a cup of tea, a figure hurriedly crossed the threshold and greeted people outside.

After not seeing each other for nearly ten years, Bai Nian has undergone considerable changes. His eyes are filled with divine light, he is dressed in a light blue official robe, his figure is as tall and straight as bamboo, pine or cypress, and his aura is more stable.

Seeing Chu Zheng's current appearance, Bai Nian's eyes moved slightly. Without saying much, he suppressed the excitement in his heart and calmly welcomed Chu Zheng in.

Just based on the three words "Huanling City", there is no need to say anything else to confirm the identity.

Bai Nian led Chu Zheng through the halls and soon arrived at a quiet courtyard.

After activating the magic circle to seal off the courtyard, Bai Nian couldn't suppress his emotions and bowed deeply:

"Bai Nian pays respect to the Holy Lord."

"No need to be so polite."

Chu Zheng did not reveal his true appearance, but nodded and said, "How are you these days?"

"Compiling books and listening to the teachings of ancient saints is still fulfilling."

Bai Nian's face was full of smiles, and he could not stop nodding: "The ten-year period is coming. I was originally planning to go to Huanhua Academy to look for you, but I didn't expect the Holy Lord to come to Yujing first."

Chu Zheng's eyes were a little complicated. For Bai Nian, it was less than ten years, but for him, it was nearly a thousand years.

Now that they met again, it was inevitable that he felt as if he had been in a different world for a long time. If Bai Nian hadn't mentioned it at this moment, he would have almost forgotten the casual ten-year agreement.

Thinking of what Bai Nian said, Chu Zheng came back to his senses and said slowly: "I will leave this world soon and go to the battlefield of all worlds. What are your plans? Have you thought about the path you want to take in the future?"

According to what he thought, staying in Qingyun Realm and staying in the myriad worlds might not be a bad thing for Bai Nian.

Hearing this, Bai Nian's eyes were firm, without any hesitation: "I want to continue to follow the Holy Lord."

"Think carefully and I'll tell you the truth. Right now, the Immortal Alliance is hunting me down. It's hard for me to gain a foothold in the Ten Thousand Worlds. If I go to the battlefield of the Ten Thousand Worlds, I'll be surrounded by enemies if I'm not careful."

Chu Zheng's eyes were as sharp as knives. He directly pointed out his current situation and warned:

"If you follow me, you may be in danger of death at any time."

As long as he goes to the battlefield of all realms, he crosses the barrier and becomes a true immortal, which may cause turmoil. The troubles at that time will not be as easy to deal with as they are now.

It is a completely free battlefield, where giants above the Immortal Kings will be active, and there will even be Immortal Emperors who are comparable to the realm of eternal mythology.

Chu Zheng couldn't even guarantee his own life and death, let alone Bai Nian.

"Holy Lord, I want to follow you and personally witness a piece of ancient history, no matter what the outcome."

Bai Nian's eyes shone with a faint light, blazing like flames, and he spoke word by word:

"I want to join the lineage of historians, write down a piece of ancient history myself, and pass on the stories I have witnessed to future generations."