"What is that?!"

Outside the gate of the imperial city, the Taoist priest in green who was about to leave stared blankly at the immortal-like young man on the top of the cloud tree, who was causing thousands of changes in the wind and clouds. He was completely confused.

Such a scene has already surpassed the ultimate that can be achieved by human martial arts.

Grandmaster?
Sorry.

He is the top among the grand masters.

Ask yourself.

Even if he were ten times stronger, there was no way he could do this.

"Could it be..."

The Taoist in green fell silent.

He couldn't help but look at the sword in his arms, the sword that had just killed Emperor Xuan, the tyrant who sought immortality. His heart began to waver.

"It turns out that there are really immortals in this world..."

"turn out to be."

"Emperor Xuan, who is like a madman, actually insists on the right thing..."

At this moment, the Taoist in green's eyes sparkled with a strange brilliance.

He's not leaving!

The immortal is right before your eyes.

No matter what, he had to climb towards the path above the Grand Master.

In an instant.

The great master turned around and headed towards the fairy-like courtyard with the towering tree.

Just, ten steps.

A hundred steps.

Thousands of steps, tens of thousands of steps have passed.

With the Grand Master's strength, he could have walked through this imperial city thousands of times, but that fairy courtyard was still so far away.

"Why!"

"I, Luo Qingshan, started practicing at the age of three, entered the first-grade golden body at the age of twelve, observed the mountains and seas at the age of eighteen, understood the meaning of mountains and seas, and entered the master level. Then, I dominated the Great Xuan Dynasty for twenty years, entered the innate realm, and became a great master!"

"Looking at the three thousand kingdoms of Ksitigarbha, I, Luo Qingshan, dare not say that I am the best in the world, but I am definitely a brilliant and famous person!"

"Fairy!"

"You, why did you reject me!"

Luo Qingshan was really out of control and was yelling loudly in the streets of the imperial city, as if this would make the immortal in his eyes notice him.

pity.

There is a difference between immortals and mortals.

Even if he is a grandmaster, what can he do?

In Su Chen's eyes, the grandmaster, or even the emperor, was no different from ordinary people on the street.

In fact.

And it is.

From beginning to end, on the Sky-reaching Tree and in the courtyard, Su Chen never paid attention to the blue-clothed grandmaster who was shouting.

call!
A cold wind blew past.

"Grandmaster!"

"Grandmaster!"

"My Majesty is grateful for your restoration of order and has asked us to see him off..."

There was a lot of chatter.

This time.

Luo Qingshan suddenly woke up and found that he was still standing outside the imperial city, looking back. The voice was that of the General of the Imperial Guards who led the team to send him off.

"Where's the fairy!"

"I ask you, Xian, where are the trees?"

Luo Qingshan looked around. The imperial city was peaceful. Looking out for thousands of miles, there were countless buildings. No matter where was the young immortal, there was no tree that towered to the sky.

Everything that just happened seemed like a dream.

In front of the imperial city, he never moved, never ran wildly, and never lost his composure. He was still the great master who pleaded for the people and killed the tyrant obsessed with immortality with one sword.

"What fairy? And what tree?"

"Grandmaster!"

"Don't talk nonsense. Emperor Xuan was possessed by the devil and went looking for the immortals. I can still remember it clearly."

The General of the Imperial Guards bowed hastily to remind him.

Hallucination?

Do not!
Absolutely true.

Even if it is really an illusion, it can work on a grandmaster and is definitely superior to human martial arts.

moment.

The Taoist in green recalled the past.

His master, who was also a powerful great master in the world, held his hand and muttered like a possessed person before he died.

“Our world is fake.”

"Cultivation is not allowed."

"In the dark, there is a pair of big hands that will wipe out all those who seek the truth..."

"Aqing!"

"You must...you must go to the real world for me...to take a look..."

Just in time.

The new emperor ascended the throne, and was rushing here with his ministers, exhausted, to see off the great master.

pity.

All they saw was the desolate back of the Taoist in green leaving.

"turn out to be."

“We really are frogs in a well.”

"Emperor Xuan, Master, you are right..."

……

……

patio.

The wind and clouds rolled back and slowly dissipated.

The rain was all over the sky, like a thin mist, falling on the earth. On this towering tree, Su Chen slowly opened his eyes.

"turn out to be."

“Is this the Eighth Transformation Immortal Heavenly Soul?”

Su Chen murmured, suddenly realizing.

He has always been curious.

What is the path of the Eight Transformations of the Heavenly Soul?

after all.

In the concept of the celestial cultivation method, the ninth transformation of celestial being is already the end of the road to the primordial spirit. Going forward, there is only one way to climb, stand at the top, and become a god of heaven, and join the orthodox immortal path to become a god.

just now.

He got it.

The normal path of the soul is to condense the soul consciousness, with the Nascent Soul as the main body, and continuously expand it, starting from the soul consciousness of ten thousand miles, and up to the soul consciousness of tens of millions of miles.

Quantitative change will naturally lead to qualitative change.

Among the Nine-transformation celestial beings, the best ones are reborn and are also called Heavenly Soul Consciousness. They are extremely powerful and can really fight against or even kill a god.

now.

The soul thoughts of tens of millions of miles away turned into the soul thoughts of tens of millions of miles away.

There is no further growth.

Instead, it continues to undergo qualitative changes.

The Heavenly Soul's Eighth Transformation's Tian Jue Soul Thoughts were still undergoing a qualitative change...

not only that.

In Su Chen's body, the ten marks that originally represented Tianjue's transformation into a god had already merged together like an embryo when he stepped into the Eighth Transformation of the Heavenly Soul.

"The Eighth Transformation of the Heavenly Soul is to cultivate the Heavenly Soul Conscience..."

"No!"

"The Heavenly Soul Thought of the Eighth Transformation of the Eternal Heavenly Soul is unprecedented in the history of the world of mountains and seas. I am afraid that I am the only one who possesses it."

"Now, this is no longer a soul thought, but a 'death thought' that belongs only to me."

Su Chen had no idea how powerful it was to transform from a soul thought of the ninth level of heavenly being into the absolute thought of the eighth level of heavenly soul.

He just knows.

Previously, he was able to fight against the weaker second-level divine monarchs.

Now words.

Some of the weak ones who only had twenty or thirty Dao marks in the second level of Divine Transformation could be destroyed by his absolute determination.

And this is not his limit.

The target of the immortal eight-turn heavenly soul might be the second-level divine heavenly monarch.

Continue to transform.

He could even kill a second-level Divine Master with his absolute determination.

Not to mention.

This is just the Eighth Transformation of the Immortal Heavenly Soul.

Then go back.

There are also Nine Transformations of Heavenly Soul.

And, the final ten-turn immortal heavenly soul.

"In the first realm, one is called an emperor; in the second realm, one is called a celestial monarch; in the third realm, one is called an immortal monarch."

"Could it be that when I reach the tenth level of the Immortal Heavenly Soul, I can be equal to the Third Level Divine Immortal Lord?"

Su Chen shook his head and smiled.

All of this is speculation. What it really is like can only be known when he steps into the realm of the Ninth and Tenth Heavenly Soul Transformations of the Eternal Heavenly Soul.

In today's Mountain and Sea Realm, with his Eighth Transformation of Heavenly Soul, which is almost equivalent to that of a Second Realm Heavenly Monarch, he can basically be regarded as one of the most powerful people.

After all, in the Shanhai Realm, which has never experienced major changes, even the overlord of the Heavenly Palace only has two or three second-level Heavenly Monarchs active there to serve as a facade.

Even if there is no one who has reached perfection in the second realm, or even no one in the late second realm, Tiangong is still a terrifying force that dominates the Mountain and Sea Realm.

I just don’t know.

Now, the Shanhai Realm is in chaos, what kind of power structure is this?

“We still need to continue to improve.”

"Next."

“I’m afraid that in order to nurture the embryo of the Immortal Heavenly Soul and continue the transformation of Jue Nian, it will take more and more Second Realm Dao Marks.”

But it's okay. Su Chen looked up at the sky, which was full of stars, and each star represented a mark.

pity.

With his strength, he could only plunder Dao Marks of the Second Realm.

There are traces of the Three Realms hidden deeper.

He couldn't even look...

“There’s still a long way to go.”

"One scar a day. God knows how long it will take before I can reach the eighth level of the Heavenly Soul and move towards the ninth level of the Heavenly Soul..."

Su Chen stretched and continued to water the flowers and grass in the courtyard, occasionally separating a wisp of vitality to feed the silver tree that had already stood tall.

There's no special reason.

only.

I just like this silver tree.

A long time ago, there was also a silver tree in the courtyard of the Daliang Palace.

"Daliang..."

"How many years ago was that?"

"Three hundred years, or five hundred years..."

"Can not remember."

“It seems to be a term from the last era.”

Su Chen was narrating in a low voice.

at this time.

This Great Xuan Imperial City has a new dynasty established, and a new atmosphere is born. The new emperor is named Emperor Qiu Ming, which means that he ascends the throne in this bleak autumn of Great Xuan and wants to be a wise ruler.

When Emperor Qiu Ming came to power, he worked diligently, treated the people well, and sent envoys to the neighboring country of Daning, who brought back a peace edict between the two countries.

From then on, by cutting off half of the troops, there was more energy to reduce taxes on the people, allowing the people who had suffered countless heavy taxes and levies in the previous dynasty to recuperate better.

He changed the laws so that even the powerful could be restrained.

He opened a martial arts school, so that many talented people among the people were qualified to start practicing.

The people praised him highly, and some poor people even enshrined the longevity tablet of Emperor Qiu Ming at home, offering sacrifices day and night in the hope that this good emperor could live longer.

In this way, these people can live a better life.

"Two ounces of pig's head."

"To go with wine."

On a street in Daxuan Imperial City, in a braised meat shop, Su Chen, looking like a young man from a wealthy family, handed over the silver.

Three years have passed.

Under the rule of the new emperor, Daxuan became noticeably more prosperous.

The imperial city is the worst.

The people here no longer feel miserable at all, and everyone has a smile on their face.

"This Emperor Qiu Ming is a capable man."

“No guts.”

“None of these can be implemented.”

"But, with all these things, while benefiting the people, it is inevitable that the interests of the powerful will be affected. Are those powerful people really willing to accept this?"

Su Chen looked out at the entire imperial city from afar. With his knowledge, he could guess without using his soul consciousness that beneath the scenery of this prosperous imperial capital, there were already people who were dissatisfied and were connecting with each other.

However, this new Emperor Qiu Ming has been on the throne for three years and has grown strong. In the past, he was able to invite grand masters to his service, and now he is even more popular among the people.

Those who are dissatisfied can only keep silent.

"The court is like this."

"The intrigue is endless."

"Even the emperor cannot do whatever he wants."

Su Chen withdrew his gaze.

at this time.

The pork head has been cut, and the portion is enough for two people, with even more.

"Mr. Su is a regular customer."

"The extra ones are just a bonus."

"The business in the shop is thanks to the care of regular customers like Mr. Su..."

The old shop owner was smiling, his eyes full of joy.

Su Chen scanned the old shop owner's memory with his soul and took a quick look. Only then did he realize that the old shop owner had been single until he was thirty and had lived in poverty for the first half of his life. Now, with the new policy in place and no longer suffering from the brutal exploitation of the previous dynasty, he saved enough money and finally married a beautiful bride in her twenties.

"Congratulations!"

Su Chen smiled, paid some extra money as bonus, then turned and disappeared.

The new dynasty is indeed good.

Unlike his previous life, when he had to pay 33 taels of silver and three generations of cattle and horses, people had to work hard and the poor suffered, and they were sterilized automatically...

"The previous life is really a more distant memory."

patio.

Su Chen drank and looked dazed, as if he was drunk.

night.

The wind is cool.

In the Qiu Ming Palace, a grand government palace, Emperor Qiu Ming, who had been on the throne for three years, rarely reviewed memorials. Instead, he stood in front of the window with his hands behind his back.

There seemed to be unspeakable sorrow in his eyes.

a long time.

In the shadows of the hall, waves began to emerge.

A figure walked out.

"His Majesty."

"I want to borrow the books left by the former Emperor Xuan."

The figure is narrating.

Emperor Qiu Ming did not speak.

After a while.

The new emperor spoke in a hoarse voice.

"Teacher, why are you doing this? Why are you also possessed by the devil like my father? The history of the Three Thousand Kingdoms of Ksitigarbha, as recorded in the Ming History, is only three thousand years."

"The books my father dug out from the ancient tombs are nothing but nonsense to confuse the public."

"how?"

"Even you, the teacher, believed this nonsense..."

While talking.

Emperor Qiu Ming, who was standing by the window, finally turned around and looked at the person who came.

"The Grand Master told me that someone was quietly reading the books I sealed in the treasury. I knew that it was you, the teacher, who had come."

"In the Great Xuan World, I can't think of anyone else who could sneak into the treasury under the nose of the Great Palace's number one master, except for my teacher."

"After all, there were only two great masters of the Great Mystery in the world in the past."

"But since you, teacher, killed Emperor Xuan, you have become the only one in the world of Xuan..."

A figure walked out of the darkness and was illuminated by the light.

He was actually Luo Qingshan.

In the past, the Taoist in green, who pleaded for the people and killed the Emperor Xuan, who had been possessed by the devil by chanting about immortality, was the greatest master of the Great Xuan.

just.

Just three years of absence.

Luo Qingshan, who originally looked like a Taoist priest and was handsome, was now in tattered clothes, dirty, with messy hair and beard, and bloodshot eyes.

He doesn't look like a great master at all; it would be more appropriate to call him an old beggar.

"The wrong person was killed."

"I killed the wrong person back then."

"The Emperor Xuan is actually right. I have been to Cang Country on the other side of the Three Thousand Miles Mountain. There are also legends of immortals dug out from ancient tombs that are thousands of years old."

"I want to see it again."

"Emperor Xuan is so crazy that he has madly exploited the people's strength for three generations. What is he looking for? There must be other secrets in the ancient books he left behind. Let me see!"

Luo Qingshan growled, looking somewhat crazy.

In the three thousand kingdoms of Ksitigarbha, anyone who is exposed to the immortal way, even if he is obsessed with it, seems to have a terrifying polluting magic power that can turn him into another person, as if he is possessed by a demon.

In the three thousand kingdoms of Ksitigarbha, there have been people like this in the past three thousand years as clearly recorded in historical documents. Emperor Xuan and Luo Qingshan are not the first group of people, nor will they be the last.

"not here."

"teacher."

"I sent all these things that I dug out from the ancient tomb to the young emperor of Daning. This was the agreement between him and me, and it was also the reason why I was able to exchange it for the peace edict."

Behind Emperor Qiu Ming, chaotic and heavy footsteps sounded rapidly.

moment.

The door is wide open.

Three thousand men in heavy armor, holding weapons, rushed into the hall, like ferocious beasts, rushing towards the great master Luo Qingshan.

"As an emperor, I cannot be anything but a grandmaster."

"otherwise."

"It's no longer possible to suppress those thousand-year-old families below."

"So, teacher, I will give all your blood and energy to you, so that you can take the last step and become a Grandmaster! You, the master of the Cang Nation's Great Snow Mountain, have not yet fully recovered from your injuries..."

The young emperor, ambition flashing in his eyes, raised his sword towards his teacher.

Anyway.

If you are obsessed with the path to immortality, you will become possessed by the devil and be doomed to die a violent death.

He is just following his fate.

The son killed his father! Then he killed his teacher!
But so what?
He is a good emperor.

This is enough.

In the small palace, amidst countless fights and the smell of blood, Emperor Qiu Ming still had some energy left. He held memorials in his hands and reviewed them.

"Master, just go on your way."

Unfortunately.

He got a glimpse of the power of the Grand Master.

far away.

In the courtyard.

Su Chen was dozing off on a rattan chair, but he slowly opened his eyes and looked over the imperial city of the dynasty. The dragon of national destiny let out a mournful cry.

"Is this Emperor Feng's killer star? He will die!"

"pity."

"Although it was the luck of the dynasty, it happened too quickly. It took only three short years for the luck to gather like a dragon and then to fall apart." (End of this chapter)