The world of Tomb Robbers’ Chronicles, somewhere abroad.

A "young man" wearing a black training suit was practicing Tai Chi slowly and leisurely. Although it seemed slow, there was a lot of strength hidden in it, like an undercurrent.

As this "young man" continued to punch, his skin turned red, his breath was steaming, and in the breeze, the scales and claws of some kind of tattoo could be faintly seen from the exposed part of his collar.

"Qi Huan, you are living a comfortable life now!"

Suddenly, a voice came from behind, making the "young man" turn around suddenly.

The person who came looked like a Taoist priest, but he had never seen his face before. However, he felt a sense of familiarity with him.

Qi Tiezui frowned slightly, pushed up his glasses and looked at the person who came, while his other hand was behind his back and he kept calculating.

"Strange, why is the person in front of me like a fog? I can't figure out what he is doing? How about a divination?"

Then, Qi Tiezui shook his head and interrupted his thoughts. Many years ago, his master warned him that the laws of nature in this world were different, and unless absolutely necessary, he should not ask for divination.

In the following days, as Qi Tiezui's practice of Fenghou Qimen became more and more advanced, he indeed sensed the so-called abnormality in the way of heaven, as if he was facing some kind of great terror.

This abnormality is even more serious within China, but there is less influence and intervention from foreign countries.

Therefore, he later chose to move away from Shenzhou with Er Yuehong, also for fear of being targeted by "it".

"What? After not seeing you for so many years, you can't even recognize me?" The benevolent and holy Taoist said in a profound manner.

Qi Tiezui bowed and said, "May I ask who you are? I don't think I've seen you before."

"Haha, you haven't seen me?"

After saying that, the figure of Rensheng Daojun flashed, and he clasped his fingers, just like he did decades ago when he trained Qi Tiezui and Er Yuehong, and hit Qi Tiezui hard on the forehead.

Hiss, this familiar force, this damn sense of déjà vu!
This reminded Qi Tiezui of his nightmare decades ago, and he finally figured out where that familiar feeling came from.

The same standing with hands behind the back, the same deep and majestic presence, the same shuddering in pain.

Qi Tiezui seemed to understand the key at this time. He asked cautiously, "Master?"

"Ok!"

The benevolent and holy Taoist nodded and said with a smile: "I haven't seen you for decades. It seems that you haven't aged too much and your mind is still quite sharp."

"Are you really the master?"

Qi Tiezui confirmed again and again that although his master said he would come back decades ago, after waiting for so many years, Qi Tiezui found it a little hard to believe.

Rensheng Daojun said unhappily: "If I am not your master, then who is your master? How about I take back the Xuanwu bloodline from you?"

This time Qi Tiezui could be sure that it was his master without a doubt, because his Xuanwu bloodline was indeed given by his master, and no one else knew about it, not even Zhang Dafoye.

Thanks to the Xuanwu bloodline and the Qi training method that Lu Chun gave him, Qi Tiezui was able to stay young.

He quickly apologized with a smile, "No, no, no, Master, how can you have the nerve to take back something you gave away? I'll take it, I'll take it!"

Afterwards, Qi Tiezui asked curiously, "Master, why do you look like this?" Rensheng Daojun explained in a way that Qi Tiezui could understand, "One Qi becomes the Three Pure Ones. This person looks like him but he is not him. I am not in this world right now."

"One Qi becomes three pure beings, a clone?"

Qi Tiezui understood immediately and his eyes widened: "Not in this world, could it be that Master has ascended to become an immortal?"

"If you think so, it's not bad. I am indeed in another world now!"

Qi Tiezui was delighted when he heard this, he knelt down and hugged his thighs and said: "Oh, my master, you miss me so much!"

The benevolent and holy Taoist said with a hint of disdain: "Go away, go away, you are already several dozen or even a hundred years old, and you are still so unruly."

Qi Tiezui patted the non-existent dust on his knees and said with a playful smile: "The longer you live, the thicker your skin will be. Besides, I am a turtle, so of course I have to cling to the thigh of you, the real dragon, Master!"

"Alright, I'm being sent down to the lower world by this deity to take you and Hong Guan to the new world. When the time comes, you two will be my registered disciples, and the godhood will be handed over to you two."

Next, Rensheng Daojun told Qi Tiezui the true situation of the world of Grave Robbers' Chronicles, and revealed some of the things in the small prehistoric world, letting Qi Tiezui know for the time being.

However, even though he knew it, Qi Tiezui was still shocked after learning the true situation of Tiandao.

I broke out in a cold sweat!
My goodness, that was Qiongqi and Luwu. When I thought about how I had been jumping around in Shenzhou for so many years, unknowingly sitting on the chessboard of two great gods, calculating this and that every day.

I am really lucky to have lived this long. If I hadn't been a sorcerer who was good at avoiding misfortune and seeking good fortune, and hadn't decided to settle abroad, the grass on my grave would probably be several feet high!
"So, Master, you want to capture all the remains of Qiongqi and Luwu?"

The benevolent and holy Taoist nodded and said, "Yes, they have been in charge of this heavenly way for who knows how many years, and there are too many schemes and plots involved, especially the longevity experiment that created countless monsters."

"Although I can suppress them with just a flip of my hand, it is too troublesome to run away one by one. It just so happens that I have selected a group of disciples in the heavenly court of the upper realm who need to be trained, so I chose this world for them to practice."

"And speaking of which, among the four of them, two are considered your junior brothers, and they were all taken in by my other incarnations."

As he spoke, the Benevolent and Holy Taoist Lord clapped his hands.

I saw a black hole-like portal appear in front of me, and a lazy and casual Taoist priest walked out of it.

"Little Dao Wang Ye, nice to meet you, Senior Brother!"

Qi Tiezui looked at the door, his expression suddenly realized and he was surprised, "This is the Eight Gates Movement in the human-shaped plate. Can it be used to such an extent?"

The benevolent and holy Taoist Lord smiled and said, "That's nothing. Wang Ye is worshipping one of my avatars, Fuxi Taoist Lord. According to his position and essence, he is the ancestor of the strange sorcerers."

"The Fenghou Qimen has already been upgraded. It can not only act on the outside, but also on the inside, transforming itself into a king and adjusting the number of changes in the whole body."

"The Fenghou Qimen you are using now is only the most basic version with flaws!"

Qi Tiezui was a little confused. What had he missed in these decades?
How come he knows every word but doesn’t understand them when they are put together?

What does it mean that Master’s incarnation is Fuxi Daojun?
What is the so-called essence of personal intention?

However, Qi Tiezui was certain of one thing: no matter how powerful this boy named Wang Ye was, he was still his junior fellow apprentice.

(End of this chapter)