Chapter 181: Build the Zhutian City! Xiao Yan, Lin Dong and Muchen enter the city! Tang San and Chen Nan!

Jiang Han came to the Palace of the Heavens.

He stood in front of the palace and looked outside. It was a place of chaos and nothingness, with no stars and no daylight.

He thought for a moment.

Then, with a wave of his hand, a vast land stretched out under the Palace of Heavens.

In the haze, the area where the palace was located seemed to have turned into an island on the sea, but it was suspended in the void.

To be precise, this is more like the outline of a small city, with a medium-sized but dense city wall.

Rumble!
Jiang Han waved his hand again, and a magnificent city gate stood up in the east of the rough city. The three words "Zhu Tian City" on the gate were majestic, exuding a sacrificial atmosphere.

Jiang Han stood above the Zhutian City and continued to look at this chaotic world.

When he entered the realm of sacrifice, he gained some ability to manipulate the chaotic space where the Palace of the Heavens was located.

"not enough."

As Jiang Han whispered, rows of houses rose from the ground, one after another.

There are clothing shops, restaurants, foot shops, butcher shops, temples, government offices...

“This is what a city looks like.”

After initially building the city, Jiang Han still felt that something was missing.

Immediately, he waved his sleeves again.

There was a broad river running through the city, with several black-sailed boats floating on the river.

This is not an ordinary river, but the only path that comes from the deep space plane that devours and compresses!
"Add some fireworks."

Jiang Han snapped his fingers, and suddenly three figures appeared in the city he built.

Perhaps it is because he has become the master of the Doupo plane, people or things in this plane can also enter this chaotic world as long as he allows.

"This... this is..."

Xiao Yan, Lin Dong, and Muchen suddenly appeared. They were stunned for a moment, and when they came to their senses, they found themselves in an unfamiliar environment.

Looking at everything around them and feeling the Dao contained in the heaven and earth, they were stunned.

Especially the three big characters "City of All Heavens" above the city gate, which flow with a truth far beyond their world. Just one glance at it makes one's soul tremble.

"Meet the Lord of the Planes!"

Soon, the three of them looked at Jiang Han with respectful expressions and bowed at the same time.

"The plane you are in was formed too recently, which limits your upper limit. From now on, the three of you will practice here."

Jiang Han's voice was calm. The Zhutian City he was currently building had no problem cultivating to the level of the Dao of Sacrifice.

With the talents of these three people, they will be able to reach the realm of sacrifice one day!
Perhaps with their understanding, they can take another step forward and transcendence will not be impossible.

"Thank you, Lord of the Planes!"

Hearing Jiang Han's words, Xiao Yan, Lin Dong, and Muchen were excited and extremely happy.

In this plane, the three of them have already cultivated to the limit of their realm. Countless years have passed, and they still have not been able to make any further progress.

But once they arrived in this city, the bottleneck of their cultivation was loosened again!

Jiang Han nodded, and after letting the trio choose a residence in the city, he returned to the palace.

He has entered four of the ten doors and successfully integrated three souls and one spirit.

Now, there are only six souls left, still scattered in the six worlds behind the gates of the heavens.

I saw that all six gates to the heavens were already open, but only two of the gates had images displayed.

Jiang Han chose a door nearby and prepared to step in.

[The target plane is a sewer, the host cannot enter]

[Forced entry will cause the plane to collapse]

[Does the host continue to enter?]

Just as Jiang Han had half a foot through the door, the system voice rang, leaving him with no choice.

This is a bullshit!

It turns out that being too strong can also cause trouble!
Jiang Han could only give up this door and walk into another one.

Although this plane is not a sewer, it cannot withstand his breath.

Jiang Han frowned, just when he didn't know what to do next.

A thumb-sized seed flew out from between Jiang Han's eyebrows. It was the seed of his true self.

After it hovered in the middle of the two doors, it shook gently, creating two ripples that shot into the portals respectively.

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Douluo Continent plane.

There is no magic, no fighting spirit, no martial arts here, but there is a world of magical martial spirits.

Everyone on the continent will awaken their own martial spirit in the Spirit Hall when they are six years old.

There are many types of martial souls, including animals, plants, objects, etc.

Awakened martial spirits can assist people in their daily lives, and some of the most outstanding martial spirits can even be used for training and fighting.

These martial spirits that can be used to practice combat have created a profession, which is also the most powerful and glorious profession on Douluo Continent - Soul Master.

now.

In the southwest of the Tiandou Empire, in the Holy Soul Village of Fasno Province.

A figure came to a piece of farmland, panting.

This figure is exactly one of Jiang Han’s seven souls.

"Little brother, do you know how to get to Holy Soul Village?"

A chubby little boy playing in the mud appeared in Jiang Han's sight, and he hurriedly walked up to him and asked.

According to normal logic, his golden finger should have arrived long ago, but he just couldn't wait.

Helplessly, he could only rely on the God's perspective to hug the thigh of the Son of this plane.

"Big brother, this is the Holy Soul Village! Look at those houses, our villagers are all next to each other." The little fat boy said.

"Then do you know Tang San?" Jiang Han squatted down and asked the little fat boy.

The reason why this village is called Holy Soul Village is because a soul master at the Soul Saint level walked out of here a hundred years ago, hence the name.

"Of course I know him. His house is next door to ours. Tang San and I grew up together. His family is a blacksmith. The iron his father forged is cheap and easy to use."

The little fat boy was very talkative. He pointed to a small hill not far to the east that was only a hundred meters high and said, "At this point, Tang San should be sitting alone on that hill, staring blankly."

"So good!"

Jiang Han touched the little fat boy's head, his blood boiling again, and he reached the top of the mountain with difficulty.

After that, there was another round of searching and finally the target was found!
Not far ahead was a thin child, only five or six years old, with a healthy wheat-colored skin from frequent sun exposure.

Her black hair was short and neat, and her clothes were simple but clean.

Perhaps because he was too focused, the boy didn't even notice Jiang Han coming.

He was seen standing in a standard horse stance, his eyes fixed on the gradually brightening fish-belly-white light in the east, breathing in slowly through his nose and exhaling slowly through his mouth.

The boy breathed in and out in a rhythmical pattern, over and over again.

If you look closely, you will find that there is a faint purple glimmering in his eyes. Although this purple does not last long and quietly converges, when it exists, it is so clear.

"What went wrong? Why can't I break through the bottleneck of the first level? It's been half a year, and I can't figure it out!"

The boy suddenly sat down on the ground, sighed dejectedly, and showed a helpless expression that should never appear on his age.

In his previous life, he broke through from the peak of the first level to the second level, but it only took him seven days.

"That's because the world you are in now is different from your original world. If you want to practice Xuantian Gong to the second level, you must first have a spirit ring."

Jiang Han walked over, put his hands behind his back, and explained to the boy.

A sound suddenly came from behind him, and the boy shuddered and immediately got up from the ground.

"Who are you!"

Tang San turned and looked at Jiang Han, his little face full of vigilance.

Especially when the other party said the words "this world", "your original world" and "Xuan Tian Gong", his heart was filled with violent fluctuations.

"You were abandoned when you were young, and were later brought back to the Tang Sect by the Tang Sect elders. Since you entered the Tang Sect shortly after you were born, and you were ranked third among the outer disciples, the outer disciples liked to call you San Shao. Of course, the inner disciples called you Tang San."

"You have loved Tang Sect's hidden weapons since you were a child, and you have a superhuman talent. Because of your love, you violated Tang Sect's rules. You sneaked into the inner sect's Sutra Library to learn Tang Sect's unique skills, and even invented Tang Sect's first lost hidden weapon, the Buddha's Wrath Tang Lotus."

"Finally, you committed suicide by jumping off a cliff."

Jiang Han straightened his clothes and looked at Tang San calmly, pretending to be an expert.

"You...how do you know all this? Who are you?"

Tang San took a step back and looked at Jiang Han with increasing vigilance.

Just as Jiang Han's soul was about to continue fooling people, a mysterious ripple seemed to penetrate time and space and sank into his mind.

next moment!
He only felt that his spiritual consciousness had entered a strange space.

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the other side.

God's Tomb Plane.

Tianyuan Continent, central area.

In the dim sky, a long and narrow crack appeared, and a figure crossed mountains and rivers and finally found this place after several years.

This is Jiang Han’s second soul!

He also has no golden finger, all he has is a God's perspective.

"finally reached!"

Jiang Han looked around and walked towards the huge manor in front of him.

Cemetery of gods and demons!

Looking at the stone tablet at the entrance, Jiang Han felt like crying. It was really difficult for him to come this far!

Tomb of the Gods, a story about a protagonist who was reborn and killed the world ten thousand years later!
Outside the cemetery, tall snow maple trees are arranged in an orderly manner, with lush green branches and leaves.

Swaying in the breeze, the white petals float in the air like snowflakes.

Going deeper, the fragrant floral scent hits you in the face, intoxicating you.

"Don't crawl out yet."

Jiang Han prayed that if Chen Nan had already crawled out, his trip would have been in vain and he would have lost his thigh!

When Jiang Han walked into the tombs, he couldn't help but curl the corners of his mouth.

There are thousands of tombstones in this cemetery. Looking around, there are at least a hundred small graves without names. How can he tell which one is Chen Nan's?
"Are you here to visit the graves? No one has been here for nearly ten years."

Just when Jiang Han was at a loss, an old voice sounded beside Jiang Han's ears.

Following the sound, he saw a skinny old man standing at the door of a thatched hut, walking towards him tremblingly with a cane in both hands.

The old man had a white beard and white hair, and his face was covered with wrinkles from years of hardship. His skinny figure was frightening, as if a gust of wind could blow him down.

When the old man appeared, a glimmer of hope appeared in Jiang Han's eyes, as if he had found a ray of light in the darkness.

The gravekeeper, a mysterious old man who is extremely powerful!
"Did that little guy crawl out?" Jiang Han pretended to be mysterious.

As soon as he said this, the old man's face changed.

"Fellow Daoist, are you from ten thousand years ago? Did you survive that battle?"

The old man changed the way he addressed Jiang Han and looked at Jiang Han again. His voice was very soft, as soft as the buzzing of a mosquito.

Jiang Han forced himself to put himself into the ending of that battle, and sighed: "In that battle, Bai Tian lost; in that battle, the Demon Lord lost; in that battle, the Ghost Lord lost; in that battle, the Madman lost; in that battle, the Human King turned into a skeleton; in that battle, the heart of time and space was stolen..."

One name after another came out of Jiang Han's mouth, and he sighed after each word.

"Who are you? Are you a reincarnated person? One of the people behind the plot?"

The old man's eyes suddenly turned cold and locked onto Jiang Han. The slightly rising aura made the void hissing. Behind him, strange visions appeared, with gods weeping and ghosts howling.

"Old man, I'm just an ordinary person now, and I want to live for a while longer." Feeling the old man's terrifying aura, Jiang Han forced himself to remain calm.

Hearing this, the old man realized that Jiang Han really had no cultivation at all, so he quickly put away his arrogance and shook his head.

"I am immortal, why do I need reincarnation? You are fighting against the sky, but you don't know that the cause was caused by me; the result will be eliminated by me."

Without the pressure of the old man's aura, Jiang Han began to pretend again.

"It was you who created the sky?" The old man was shocked when he heard Jiang Han's words.

"The cause and effect have already happened, so the answer is not important."

Jiang Han continued to sigh and said, "The origin has been damaged, and it will take thousands of years to recover. What I can do is to polish this chess piece and let it go further and faster."

Looking at Jiang Han's serious expression, the old man's hand on the crutch began to tremble slightly.

He seemed to really believe what Jiang Han said.

"This morning, there was a new breath of life in the cemetery. I guess he will come out soon."

The old man looked up at the sky, shook his head and sighed, then turned and slowly walked towards the group of tombstones in the east.

Jiang Han didn't say anything, but just followed the old man quietly.

The old man stopped and in front of him was a low grave.

Even among hundreds of short graves, this small grave is the shortest one because it is almost level with the ground; if the old man had not stopped here, Jiang Han might not have been able to discover the existence of this grave.

"This is it."

The old man knocked the ground with his cane and said, "I am just a tomb keeper. I don't want to get involved in future matters."

After a long sigh, the old man paced towards the thatched hut.

Looking at the old man's depressed back, Jiang Han sighed.

Then, he took a deep breath, calmed himself down, picked up a shovel not far away, and began to dig the small grave.

Time passed by minute by minute.

Finally, the low grave was dug out.

While Jiang Han was trying hard to pry open the coffin lid, there was a force inside the coffin lid helping him.

As the lid of the coffin, which had been sealed for many years, opened a crack, a pale hand stretched out, followed by another.

After a while, the coffin lid was completely opened.

A young man climbed out of the coffin, panting.

(End of this chapter)