One Thousand Five Hundred and Forty-Eight. Searching for Yuan Tian

The battle between Wuliang Tianzun and the future Buddha, the Immortal Court and the White Lotus Pure Land, and even the Western Paradise Pure Land and the demon race has been going on until now, which is naturally what Yan Zhaoge and others are happy to see.

But as Bai Tao said before, it is hard to predict when the war will end.

"Do your own thing first." Yan Zhaoge exhaled lightly and said to Cao Jie: "I am really sorry for delaying the senior for a long time. Today is the day for all the fellows to congratulate the senior."

Cao Jie shook his head: "It doesn't matter."

Although he said so, Yan Zhaoge still ended the conversation, and Cao Jie and others stood up and walked out to meet other guests.

Yan Zhaoge naturally did not show up at this moment, leaving the stage to Cao Jie.

Gao Xuebo slowed down his pace and said to Yan Zhaoge: "My mother and father came out of retreat a few days ago. If the sword sacrifice has a result, we can set off at any time."

Yan Zhaoge nodded, and then asked: "How is Senior Sister Yu? I haven't been able to go to Biyoutian these days."

"She hasn't woken up yet." Gao Xuebo sighed: "The injury was too severe at the beginning, and the Hunmie Yuanjing is sharp in killing, but in the current situation of Ye'er, it has the opposite effect and is not conducive to recovery."

Yan Zhaoge also sighed softly, and he also knew the reason.

However, no matter how difficult the situation is, it will not be worse than when Ying Yuzhen was at the beginning.

After comforting Gao Xuebo, Yan Zhaoge stopped, watched them leave, and then sat back in the chair, closing his eyes to rest.

As Yan Zhaoge closed his eyes, the originally bright and clean room suddenly became dark and hazy at this moment, and time and space were blurred, as if it was a chaos.

In this blurred scene, Yan Zhaoge closed his eyes for a moment and opened his eyes.

As he opened his eyes, the room did not become brighter, but there seemed to be a faint light.

This light, like a candle in the dark night, looked extremely dim and swaying, as if it could go out at any time.

Yan Zhaoge's eyes were deep, and after a long time, he raised his eyebrows: "... There is nothing valuable to find out of thin air, and you need to point and point to the index."

Yuanshi Tianshu, the first of the three innate books, Yan Zhaoge has begun to practice it in recent years.

The other nine volumes of the Tianshu are collected, and Yan Zhaoge's Wuji Tianshu has also made great progress.

For the Yuan Tianshu, the more he tried to figure out the artistic conception of it, the more Yan Zhaoge felt that there seemed to be an invisible ceiling above his head, getting closer and closer to him.

The higher the level of cultivation, the stronger the effect of the Yuan Tianshu, but the Yuan Tianshu is not omnipotent. When the level of the cultivator is higher, this aspect is often more obvious.

Otherwise, Yun Zhongzi, who was in the realm of Daluo Tianxian, would not have fallen.

The higher the level of the practitioner, the clearer the existence of those lower than him is, as if there are no secrets at all, the past is in sight, and the future is complicated but relatively clear.

However, for people at a high level, there are naturally fewer valuable things.

For example, Yan Zhaoge is now focusing on the existence of Zhuxian Ancient Sword and Juexian Ancient Sword, and it is undoubtedly extremely difficult to find them.

The Yuan Tianshu is based on even the slightest trace of related traces, searching for traces and constantly expanding, so that nothing can escape.

However, the existence of the four swords of Zhuxian will largely eliminate the traces left by itself in time and space.

"If you don't take the Yuan Tianshu as your own foundation, the effect is still a lot worse." Yan Zhaoge closed his eyes and rubbed his temples with his fingers.

The darkness in the clean room gradually faded, and all the scenes were displayed and restored to their original state.

Time flowed quietly, Yan Zhaoge was in a peaceful state of mind, closed his eyes and rested until he felt the noisy popularity outside gradually faded.

After a while, Cao Jie and others returned to the clean room.

Bai Tao and Liu Zhenggu left first, returning to Xizhou and Beizhou respectively, while the others followed Yan Zhaoge and returned to Guangcheng Mountains in Tianwai Tianzhongtu later.

After the ceremony, Cao Jie led the way and Yan Zhaoge went to the remains of Daoxing Tianzun's Taoist temple that was moved back by the founder of Jinting Mountain.

The remains have been integrated with Jinting Mountain itself, which is a corner of the cave.

It seems that there is nothing surprising.

But Yan Zhaoge's pupils flashed with a faint emerald green light.

In his mind, a scene different from the real world appeared.

At this moment, Yan Zhaoge felt as if he had jumped out of the long river of time and flowed upstream.

The light was sparkling in front of him, and pictures passed by quickly. Time seemed to flow backwards at this moment, bringing Yan Zhaoge to the time of the great destruction.

As the scenery changed, a beautiful mountain appeared in Yan Zhaoge's vision.

"Jinting Mountain Yuwu Cave..." Yan Zhaoge understood clearly that this was the place where Daoxing Tianzun's Taoist temple cave was before it was destroyed.

But soon, the great destruction that Yan Zhaoge always remembered came.

It was completely different from the perspective in the library of the Heavenly Palace, and the scene was even more tragic.

The sky was shattered like porcelain, and the earth seemed to have suddenly turned into dust.

In the turbulent wind and clouds, it seemed not so bloody, but thousands of lives had withered together.

There seemed to be flashes of light in time and space, which made Yan Zhaoge unable to see clearly.

Not only that, in those lights, it seemed that more than one sight was looking back at Yan Zhaoge, looking at him who was outside and went back in time.

"Daluo..." Yan Zhaoge was not surprised, nor did he force it. He retracted his sight and just looked at the changes in the Jade House Cave in Jinting Mountain as much as possible.

He could not see the specific process, the battle scene, who the destroyer was, Daoxing Tianzun, or the Juexian Ancient Sword.

But the immortal mountain blessed land, which was famous for thousands of years, was still full of beautiful scenery the moment before, and turned into ruins the next moment.

Under the catastrophe that affected the heaven and earth and destroyed the universe, even the ruins gradually disintegrated and broke into pieces.

Those unpredictable brilliances have disappeared, and Yan Zhaoge is left with nothingness in front of him.

The destructive scene spreads to the distance.

Yan Zhaoge no longer pays attention to these, but focuses on the broken ruins.

Pieces of debris are thrown into the distance, and Yan Zhaoge feels like he is on one of them, and the debris of the ruins is moving away.

Yan Zhaoge's eyes flashed, and he stared at several of the ruins until the light in front of his eyes flickered, as if he sank back into the long river of time.

After regaining consciousness, Yan Zhaoge closed his eyes, and then opened them again, and the emerald light in his pupils disappeared.

"How is it?" Cao Jie and others asked immediately after seeing this.

"I can't see the Daoxing Patriarch and the Juexian Ancient Sword itself, but..." Yan Zhaoge paused for a moment and said, "... It is very likely that the Daoxing Patriarch, like the Yuding Patriarch, fell in the Great Destruction."

"There is still a little harvest. It cannot directly guide us to find the Juexian Ancient Sword, but if we can find a few places, there may be relics of the Daoxing Patriarch to help me sacrifice the sword and perform the secret method, and use the two swords of Luxian and Xianxian to find the Juexian Ancient Sword."

Yan Zhaoge touched his chin: "Let's try to find the Zhuxian Ancient Sword first. If there is a clue, we can look for the relics of the Daoxing Tianzun along the way."