Volume 3, Chapter 138: Eternal Unification, Serve Me as the Lord

Hanging upside down in the sky, there is a small hill that protrudes. It used to be a wasteland, but now it is planted with cypress trees.

Looking down from the highest point of the mountain, what comes into view is the immortal throne.

A small path stretches upward from the square of Jiuchongtian to the top of the mountain, with ancient cypresses on both sides providing shade and letting light and shadow pass by.

Walking through the quiet path and climbing up the small slope, what comes into view is a dense array of black stone tablets arranged in an orderly manner.

In front of the stone tablet, a man in plain clothes sat on the ground, leaving the wind, frost, rain and snow, and the seasons passing by without moving.

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"It's been three years. I haven't seen the new king in three years since he took the throne."

"Hush, little Saint, the new king is keeping vigil on that cypress slope. I heard he hasn't moved in three years."

"Ah... that battle was truly tragic. I heard that all of the new king's brothers and sisters died in the battle. That must have been a huge blow to him."

"That's right. It's also thanks to the new king who shattered the heavens and imprisoned the five tribes. Otherwise, our small tribe would not be where we are today."

"I hope the king can cheer up soon. Otherwise, I really don't know if the heavens will punish him again one day."

At this time, the watchman passed by and heard everyone talking, and shouted at them.

"What are you doing? Don't you have anything to do?"

When everyone heard this, they hurried to pay their respects and then dispersed in a hurry.

Ying Ge glanced sideways at the cypress-lined hillside in the distance, sighed helplessly, and headed towards the main hall in front.

Three years have passed since the battle at Daoxuantian.

A new king was born, a new regime emerged, the various heavenly guards were disbanded, and the Changhe Guard was established to guard the Upside-Down Sky.

Daoxuantian was officially taken over by Changhe, and the five immortal saints were no longer being liquidated, and their four immortals were not held accountable by the new king, Ye Tingmu.

However, since Ye Tingmu fainted with a cry of grief that day, they have never seen him again.

All affairs of the Immortal King are now handled by Ye Tingmu's descendant, his son Ye Niannian, and all core positions are maintained by the survivors of Changhe.

With the deterrence of the three bronze statues of Tao Te Ching and Ye Tingmu's majesty, everything was proceeding in an orderly manner. The alternation of political power and the implementation of the new order did not encounter much resistance. Everything happened so naturally.

However, the battle that year was a bloody battle. Among the one thousand Sword Sect Immortals who followed Ye Tingmu to Changhe, only 13 survived in the end, and the rest all died in the battle.

In the end, only more than 7,000 of their ancestors survived. After the situation stabilized, they embarked on the star road and returned to Changhe.

After billions of years, their homesickness is as strong as that of the five tribes in the sea of ​​boundaries, and even stronger.

In the golden hall, everyone held a meeting as usual to discuss some matters.

Perhaps it was because the management model of the Changhe Sword Sect was continued, or because everything was in ruins, or perhaps Ye Niannian wanted too much to govern Yongheng for his father, so such meetings had become the norm.

In the hall, in addition to the four immortals, Xin'er, Zhou Heisan and Dahei also participated.

Now, one of them has become the saint of the Beast Tamer Clan, and the other has moved into the Hall of the Dead and become a member of the Undead Clan, the son of the dead.

However, Zhou Heisan has not yet woken up, and is still like a walking corpse every day, but in fact he should be clear-headed, otherwise he would not do such a thing.

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It is midsummer now. The cicadas are chirping in the cypress forest. Although they do not disturb people, they are sleepy.

Ye Tingmu was still sitting there. Be it the scattered cypress leaves or the mosquitoes that occasionally flew in from low altitude, before they could get close to him, they were directly blocked by the wind, fire, thunder and lightning summoned by the three little guys beside him, and were either knocked away or wiped out.

The three little guys were not big, only as tall as the knees. They looked weird in shape, but still cute.

With big eyes and strong blood.

They are the three star beasts that once existed in Daodejing, and now they have just been hatched.

One is the Starry Sky Dragon, the second is the Starry Sky Phoenix, and the third is the Starry Sky Divine Tiger.

Including the Star Turtle, Ye Tingmu already owns four star beasts.

At this moment, Ye Tingmu's white clothes suddenly floated and flew up, and his eyes slowly opened at this moment.

If there were outsiders here, they would definitely be able to feel that his aura had become stronger at this moment.

After he opened his eyes, he stared straight ahead and suddenly felt a breeze on his face. He murmured softly.

"It's been three years. Time has passed so quickly."

Everyone thought that he was on this mountain to keep vigil, but that was both right and wrong.

It is true that he was keeping vigil, but he was more focused on integrating Taowu's starry sky origin into his own body.

The reason why the star beasts are immortal, apart from the secret attacks by the three bronze statues on the Three Days Avenue, is mainly because they possess the origin of chaos.

This thing is the key to their continued existence.

When nine people sacrificed themselves to watch the chess game, his realm leapt into half-step eternity in one step, and he could even challenge the heavens.

At that moment, the memories of those who were watching the game, and everything that he could not see through in this game, became completely clear in his world.

The so-called system is just an opportunity, an opportunity that comes from nowhere.

Su Changge obtained it by chance and reached an agreement with the Changhe Realm Spirit to set up everything in this game.

The fall of the world spirit was intentional, in order to scatter the three souls and six spirits into the world, but the main consciousness of the world spirit was integrated into this system.

In the end, the three souls and six spirits met themselves through reincarnation according to the predetermined trajectory, and formed bonds with each other.

Finally, at the last moment, nine people sacrificed themselves, passively activating the system's ultimate program and starting the fusion.

Merge the living body with the true spiritual consciousness to create the unique existence you have today.

It has both the consciousness of the true spirit and the original body of all things.

Everything is interconnected, and it is terrifying to think about it carefully. Su Changge is the one who planned the game, and he is also a piece in the game.

And everything is for the purpose of creating an existence like oneself.

Now, after swallowing Taowu's starry sky origin, he also possesses the combination of chaos, true spirit, and all the characteristics of all things.

At this time, he touched the shackles of the heavens for the first time.

And now he has suddenly realized that the layout here, whether it is the system, Su Changge, the long river, eternity, the Immortal King, the heavens and so on, everything, ultimately points to one point, that is, the person behind the scenes is creating the heavens.

The first heaven that created all things.

Everyone knows that the end of all things is immortality. Except for the ten strongest spiritual bodies derived from the true spirit and chaos, all other life forms cannot break through the heavens no matter how they practice because of the suppression of laws and order.

But it is obvious that Ye Tingmu now has absolute confidence in breaking through the heavens.

This means that all plans are still running according to the established track of the person who planned it, and the invisible big hand is still there.