Because, over the years, the Ming family has indeed been like a frog in a well in this star region.

The descendants actually came up with the idea that two quasi-emperors could establish a clan.

Stupid to the extreme.

It is said that there are countless races in the Three Thousand Worlds, but... in fact, there are only tens of thousands of races that have been established from ancient times to the present.

How many of these once-powerful ethnic groups have been destroyed in the course of history?

Even if there were powerful emperors in ancient times, weren't they still wiped out by the various clans?

Two quasi-emperors, what are they?

The human race back then had seven kings and one emperor.

Eight powerful emperors gathered together to reshape the human race.

Do they like being inferior to others?

Therefore, he was furious before and wanted to kill these stupid descendants directly.

So as not to bring harm to yourself.

"Thank you, Evergreen God!"

Many elders breathed a sigh of relief and looked at the young boy in front of them with gratitude.

With such a broad mind and talent, the future... is limitless.

But unfortunately, they lost the opportunity to follow.

Ming Yuan's expression was also a little gloomy.

The other geniuses also glared at him.

After all... Ming Yuan made them miss a great opportunity this time.

If you can become a follower of this Evergreen Son of God.

In the future, their destination will be infinitely higher.

And it is not just limited to saints, or even great saints.

There will be better prospects.

Ming Yuan bowed to Ye Changqing with a respectful look: "Son of God Changqing."

"I am short-sighted, although you don't need me to follow you."

"But... this time in the True Dragon Tomb, I will do my best to seize the Great Emperor's inheritance and the True Dragon's blood for you."

Seeing this, Ye Changqing waved his hand, left gracefully, and walked out of the hall.

The five quasi-emperor spirits looked at Ming Yuan and shook their heads.

In the Lingyuan Realm, and even in the Haotian Star Domain, there are countless human geniuses who want to follow their own young master.

But you still don’t cherish it.

If you miss the opportunity, there will never be a second one.

"snort."

Su Yu's eyes swept across everyone in the hall coldly, he snorted coldly, and left behind.

He had previously wanted to take action to suppress this group of ungrateful descendants of the Ming family.

To put it bluntly, is your son qualified enough to compete for the True Dragon Tomb?

According to what he heard, the real dragon tomb is in the ancient city of Taicang.

There are twelve ancient cities in the entire universe, guarding the twelve directions of the universe.

The spiritual energy and rules of cultivation inside are not inferior to those in the vast world.

However... every city lord guarding inside is an invincible quasi-emperor.

Survived since the ancient times.

They seem immortal.

There are ninety-nine star fields in the heavens, which is equivalent to each ancient city covering eight star fields.

In ancient times, it was known as a holy place for spiritual practice.

But it is extremely difficult to enter and become a creature in the city.

Because as long as you can enter the city and obtain a residence permit, you will be immortal.

There are many powerful desperadoes among them.

There are many ancient creatures at the level of Saint King and Saint Venerable.

Those strong ones will also give birth to offspring and master the cultivation methods of the ancient era.

There are also eight major star regions, and the strong men of various races are all eyeing the True Dragon Tomb.

A mere Ming Yuan, a saintly monarch, what is he?

Even Ao Feng couldn't defeat him.

Do you really think you can seize the inheritance of the True Dragon Emperor?

It's just funny.

Before Ming Taifeng left, he also glanced at the elders in the hall.

shook his head.

Such an opportunity was right in front of me, but I didn't seize it.

He then took Ye Changqing to a courtyard in the inner city.

Close to the Ming family's ancestral land.

Abundant spiritual energy.

It's like fairy mist, lingering in the courtyard.

Ye Changqing looked at the ancient tree at the door. It was lush and green, with branches swaying and dancing in the wind.

He looked a little dazed.

He thought of Qingfengyuan, where there seemed to be a tree as well.

A hint of tiredness appeared on the tender little face.

I... in just eight years, I almost unified the Lingyuan world.

His own strength also improved from the Concentration Realm to the Integration Realm.

If things had developed normally, I would now be able to establish my own sect in the Qingtian Dao Realm.

However, it seems that learning never ends.

The road ahead is endless.

The saint I once heard of was the strongest.

Now... he has become the emperor.

Becoming a Rong Dao only means having ordinary strength.

At this moment, for some reason, he felt a little tired.

“Clatter…”

The branches swayed, and the emerald green leaves fell into his palm, and a hint of weariness appeared on his face.

"Spring passes and autumn comes."

"The flowers will wither."

“The tree will wither.”

“But I never stopped.”

He took out a wooden rocking chair from the Qiankun Ring, placed it in the yard, lay down with his back leaning against it, and closed his eyes.

The warm golden sunlight falls on the body.

Like lying in the arms of a mother.

Ye Changqing fell into a deep sleep.

He wants to rest for a while.

A little tired.

Upon seeing this, the quasi-emperor spirits such as the Tian Tun Ding retreated out of the courtyard.

Lost in thought.

"Young Master, you have been too exhausted over the years. Every step you take is too big."

"Let him rest for a while."

Su Yu also fell into silence.

If it were back then, I would have wiped out all these immortal families in the Central Divine Realm.

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