Chapter 148: Rebirth Valley, I Found You

Distance to Heaven's recovery: five days.

Western Desert, in the endless desert.

A monk is walking step by step in this desolate and uninhabited land.

He has no hair and is bald.

The monk wore an old but neat khaki robe, which was spotless.

The patches and traces of time seem to tell his long journey of spiritual practice.

However, it is different with clothing.

His face is fair and clean, and his skin is like that of a girl, as if it were gelatin.

The monk's eyebrows are thick and neat, like two sharp swords thrust into his temples, adding a bit of heroism to his face.

His lips are thin and red, and there is always a faint smile at the corner of his mouth, giving people an amiable feeling.

His eyes were slender, and when they were slightly narrowed, they shone with wisdom and compassion, as if he could discern the truth of everything in the world.

Although this road is desolate, there are sidewalks crossing it from time to time.

Every time he saw someone, the monk would put his hands together.

He smiled slightly, bowed to the pedestrians, and then said.

"Amitabha, I wish the donor a smooth journey."

He didn't care about the way those people looked at him, or the strange looks in their eyes.

It's like he doesn't care if the road under his feet is rough.

The monk walked barefoot. I don’t know how far he walked. Tens of thousands of miles, one hundred thousand miles?

Or millions of miles?

There is a circle of prayer beads hanging around his neck, as well as between his ankles, and the same circle of beads is tightly bound to it.

Even around his waist, on the black belt, was a string of Buddhist beads.

The beads are round and smooth, exuding a faint scent of sandalwood.

The monk walked for an unknown amount of time and finally came to an unknown place.

Valley of Rebirth.

One of the forbidden places in the Western Desert.

Like the Hundred Thousand Mountains in the Eastern Wasteland, they all have terrifying legends.

The monk came to the entrance of the Valley of Purity and stepped into it without any fear.

A subtle smile spread across his lips.

"Amitabha, donor, it's time for reincarnation."

The moment he finished speaking, the strings of Buddhist beads on his body suddenly lost their luster.

Black aura floated out from inside, and people scrambled to escape.

However, in his hands this act was in vain.

The monk stretched out his hand to grab it, his pupils instantly turned black, and his lips were also suddenly pitch black.

He showed a strange smile, flashed, and then disappeared into the Valley of Rebirth.

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Eastern Wasteland, the Wuji Holy Land.

Zhao Wuji looked up at the night scene with a calm expression. The night wind blew his face, and his black hair swayed in the wind.

Suddenly, a figure appeared next to him, with an immortal spirit and a white beard and white robe.

It was his master.

"Wuji, starting from tomorrow, the new election of the Holy Son will begin."

"As the world approaches, opportunities must be left to young people."

"Yes, Master."

"In the world of cultivation, I am considered a senior at nearly two hundred years old. I can no longer occupy the position of the Holy Son."

"The great times are coming, and the younger generation under the age of fifty will begin to shine."

"The waves behind the Yangtze River push the waves ahead, Wuji, from today on, you can practice with us in the Elder's Hall."

"When the shackles of heaven and earth are released, our Wuji Sect will be the true holy land."

"Your master, uncle, uncle, and master, I will all try to overcome the tribulation and break through to the Great Sage Realm."

"If it succeeds, the name of the Wuji Holy Land will be firmly established, and it will be resounding throughout the Eastern Wasteland again."

"Master, my disciple, I wish you success in this breakthrough, like a Kunpeng spreading its wings and soaring through the nine heavens."

"Haha, you kid."

The white-bearded old man smiled faintly, and then disappeared, leaving Zhao Wuji alone to think about life quietly.

In the Temple of Heaven.

Lu Yuan continued to give Lu Pingan a medicinal bath to temper his body on time.

The large tank with a radius of one foot was once again filled with golden spiritual liquid, and the dense air continued to float out from the tank.

Lu Ping'an sat at the bottom of the tank, his expression constantly changing.

But he finally stopped screaming in pain.

This is the third day of tempering, with the experience of the first two times and the improvement of physical fitness.

His control over his body is also getting stronger and stronger.

now.

After Lu Yuan took a sip of the enlightenment tea, he wandered into the world again.

His consciousness sank, and he came to that world in an instant.

Lu Yuan stood quietly in the vast universe, surrounded by endless chaos, as if he was in a dark abyss.

Above the head, a large white mysterious net with no end in sight is looming, making people look in awe.

At this moment, Lu Yuan was immersed in his own insights, trying his best to use all his means to sense the thread of his own fate.

Trying to touch that thread.

Lu Yuan knew very well that even if he was a time traveler, there must be a thread of fate.

In this vast universe, everyone has his or her own unique destiny.

He is also included.

Everything exists and is reasonable.

In his opinion, as long as anything happens, it will leave traces.

No matter whether it is the changes of history or the turning point of personal destiny, there is no way to escape the shackles of the thread of fate.

Whenever it appears, it will leave traces.

This is his understanding.

Lu Yuan closed his eyes, concentrated his mind, released his soul power, and tried to establish a connection with the white net.

He thought he would be bounced again, but something unexpected happened.

Lu Yuan's consciousness gradually merged into it, and it seemed as if he was in an endless void.

At this time, he grinned and felt very happy.

"I found you..."

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