Chapter 3 Pantheon Events Book [Please collect and recommend]

One hundred thousand years is a long time.

Only masters who have reached the realm of freedom in their domain can have such a long lifespan.

What is the concept of "Domain at your will"?

Own your own territory and create your own rules.

A peerless master like the Master, who is at the 23rd level of the Dharma Realm and has insight into the realm of heaven and earth.

In the outside world, this is enough to become the head of a holy land and intimidate others.

But if it is in the field of sub-saint level masters, countless masters can be killed with just one finger.

During the flight, there were many remnants of ancient prohibitions.

There are also many fairy mountains that are also occupied by terrifying existences.

Under this circumstance.

Even though the headmaster's extended spiritual sense could already vaguely spot the Qingtian Peak, it would still take a lot of time to fly over there.

Even with the master's profound cultivation, it took him several more days to fly.

The Purple-Winged Sky-Thunder Rat had already left.

There are too many things here that are more terrifying than this.

Along the way, the headmaster fought several battles with wild beasts and mountain monsters.

His spiritual energy was exhausted and his body was injured.

Seeing that we were getting closer and closer to Qingtian Peak,

His body was already shaking and he could hardly hold on.

At this time, he was barely holding on by squeezing out the golden elixir of the Dharma in his body.

The young saint in his arms had already fainted.

If it weren’t for the powerful head master using secret methods to maintain the life of the saint.

The young saint may have died long ago.

“Swish!”

Behind the headmaster, a toad that was a thousand feet tall and had twenty-three dazzling rays of light all over its body was chasing him relentlessly.

Every ray of light emitted by this kind of toad represents the strength of the first level of the Dharma Realm.

Twenty-three rays of light are equivalent to the twenty-third level of the Dharma Realm with insight into heaven and earth, and are on the same level as the powerful head master.

Its strength is much higher than that of the Purple-Winged Sky Rat, which is at the perfect level of the 22nd stage of the Dharma Realm.

Its big mouth fluttered and its legs jumped.

Beams of light spewed out of his mouth, shooting straight into the sky and sweeping away everything.

Many fairy mountains, when encountering the light column, disappear into thin air like ice and snow melting away.

With such power, no one below the 20th level of the Dharma Realm can resist it.

If there is no top-level protective treasure, he will be melted by the light column in an instant.

Even a master of the same level at the 23rd level of the Dharma Realm can only deal with it with caution.

If you touch it a little, your bones and flesh will become brittle.

If the master was in his prime, he would not be afraid of encountering this beast.

But at this time, they fled all the way and fought several battles.

The oil has run out long ago.

He waved his hand and shot out a sword beam a hundred feet long.

But it was easily swallowed by the beam of light.

Then, all the light beams gathered together and sprayed towards them!

…

In the Qingtian Peak.

Zong Shen sat cross-legged on a large bluestone, watching the scenes happening outside.

He saw everything clearly, as if he was there in person.

"Well, Zong Qiming has a good temperament. He values ​​friendship, determination and courage."

"In order to save my loved ones, I put my life and death aside and risked my life to break into the Million Immortal Mountains."

"It's quite a bit like the courage I had back then."

Zong Shen narrowed his eyes and watched them get into danger again and again.

Something in my heart that had been sealed away for many years seemed to be awakening.

One hundred thousand years.

The long years have taken away many things.

He has so many descendants and disciples.

He has been secluded from the world and has long forgotten the taste of family affection.

Even if these two died, it would not shake the foundation of the Tianzong Holy Land.

If Zong Qiming died, then his brother, Zong Qitian, should return to the Holy Land to succeed him.

"Zong Qitian advocates bloody expansion and is good at getting rid of the old and creating the new. This should make the Tianzong Holy Land more vast."

Zong Shen closed his eyes and sensed silently.

"Forget it, just do it once."

At this moment, a clear reminder sounded in Zong Shen's head.

"【bite】

[You have clocked in for full attendance for 108,888 years. ]

【The system will soon start a new function. 】

[The Pantheon Event Book is open! ]"

A sudden system prompt sounded in Zong Shen's head.

"Huh? Pantheon Case Files?"

Zong Shen's body trembled, and his calmness that had remained the same for tens of thousands of years began to waver.

I have clocked in for more than 100,000 years.

The systems are immutable.

Now, things are finally changing.

This made him look forward to it.

[Complete the random tasks that appear in the event book and you will receive rewards. ]

"cut!"

After listening to the system's prompts, Zong Shen suddenly lost all interest.

After checking in for so many years, are you short of treasures?

Missing?

Why should I care about this reward now?

There is still work to be done.

Instead of spending this much time, you might as well go to the spiritual garden and pick some fruit to eat after you’re done.

He stood up on the large bluestone and was about to break through the void in front of him.

"【Ding! Trigger the Wanshen Event Book mission. Save your 126th generation descendant Zong Qiming and you will be rewarded with 500 years of lifespan.】

[Ding! Trigger the Wanshen Event Book mission, save your 128th-generation granddaughter Zong Tianyue, and be rewarded with 200 years of lifespan and a second-level saint lottery.]

"Hmm? Lifespan?"

Hearing the system's prompt, Zong Shen's hands holding the bamboo basket began to tremble slightly.

One hundred thousand years.

Although his cultivation was extremely powerful, his lifespan was on the verge of running out.

With Zong Shen's background, he had already stepped out of the realm of Dharma and became a true saint.

But due to an accident, his cultivation could not go any further.

Over the years, I have also checked in many rare treasures that can increase my lifespan.

He tried everything that could be used, but in the end the effect was greatly reduced.

"I can only blame myself for being young and impetuous and forcing my way into the core of the world of the Ten Thousand Gods Continent. I encountered a vicious curse that cost the entire Ten Thousand Gods Continent a million years of luck, which made it impossible for me to practice, and my cultivation stagnated!"

"Otherwise, I would have already broken through the realm of law and pursued the realm of saints or even the realm of gods. Why would I be constrained by my lifespan?"

The more Zong Shen thought about it, the angrier he became.

It would be fine if it was just an ordinary curse.

After so many years.

Sub-saint level rewards have been encountered hundreds of thousands of times, and even saint level rewards have been encountered no less than ten thousand times.

Unfortunately, this curse has overdrawn the continent’s luck for a million years, and even the saint-level reward items cannot break it.

During these 100,000 years, the strong men of the Continent of Ten Thousand Gods have become increasingly weaker and weaker, no longer having the glory of the ancient times.

Although Zong Shen recently discovered that the fortune of the continent had suddenly taken a turn for the better through his glimpse into the heavens, his curse showed no signs of loosening.

I'm afraid that only the rewards at the god level or even the avenue level above the saint level have the possibility of being cracked.

That's why he retired to a blessed place and checked in quietly.

But at this time, he no longer had enough life to continue waiting.

"It's like sending a pillow to someone who is sleepy. It's like killing two birds with one stone. Once I save these two young people, I will have another 700 years of life left!"

Zong Shen smiled slightly.

"Snap"

He stretched out a finger and drew a line in the air.

“Sizzle!”

He actually cut a big hole in the flat void in front of him.

The surging and violent space energy gushed out.

Zong Shen turned a blind eye.

After finding Zong Qiming's coordinates, a big hand reached out into the void...

The quality of the reward is tentative.

Dao level > God level > Saint level > Sub-Saint level > Law level > Dao level > Mortal level > Mortal level

(End of this chapter)