Volume 2, Chapter 339: The Taoist Companion of the Ancestral God.
The woman's lips were as gentle as water.
"Yes, I'll wait for you."
As she spoke, she swung her hand again, and then three beams of white light shot out from the distant sea of stars.
He walked in front of the woman and hung between them.
Ye Tingmu looked at the three jade slips in front of him and was stunned again.
"Is this what you came here for?" the woman's voice continued.
Ye Tingmu stared at the three jade slips without saying a word.
My heart was already in turmoil. Why was the jade slip leading me into the fairy mountain?
Could this divine tomb be the tomb of the ancestor god?
Are you still living on track?
Since the fairy mountain is waiting for me, why should it allow everyone in the world to enter?
This left him completely puzzled.
At this time, the woman with the water waves was also standing quietly, without saying a word. It seemed that both sides were waiting for the other to speak first.
"I did come here for this thing, but how did you know that the person you were waiting for was me?"
He asked calmly, what kind of concept is it to wait for 200 million years? Just like Jian Wushu, his family had also waited in the burial ground for more than 200 million years.
This game has already spanned the long river of time. Millions of years, especially in ancient times, the concept of billions of years is always too long.
The woman was neither hurried nor slow. She stretched out her hand again and pointed at the coffin behind Ye Tingmu.
"Kunlun Divine Coffin, Ancient Immortal Body, and Heavenly Book Fragment. If one of these three appears, it will be the person I'm waiting for. Now, all three have arrived, so you are the one I've been waiting for."
Upon hearing this, Ye Tingmu subconsciously touched his storage ring. This person could even detect the things in his storage ring space. It seemed that her strength was above that of the Immortal Emperor, or she possessed some special ability.
However, there was one thing he was puzzled about, which was why the fragments of the Heavenly Book were among them. According to the timeline he knew, the Changhe Realm Spirit was divided into three parts during the war of the ancient gods. In their cognition, the fragments of the Heavenly Book should have existed at the same time as the Realm Spirit, so there were many doubts.
But he didn't ask it out loud, instead he asked the most direct question.
"Excuse me, this is the tomb of the ancestral god."
This was what he wanted to know the most, because the trajectory he was taking now and what he knew told him that his trajectory, whether it was ascending to heaven in a thousand years or facing disaster in the next ten thousand years, was all secretly arranged by the ancestral gods.
Including this body and the Kunlun coffin.
He has always believed that his system also originated from the ancestral god, or has some inevitable connection with the ancestral god.
Whether it is the guard of Broken Sword Mountain, the scriptures on the Yellow Springs Road, or the woman in front of him.
All the things and people that I encounter that are not in line with common sense point to one person, that is, the ancestor god.
Except for the old man under the starry sea, he never mentioned the ancestor god, but that man also asked himself whether he was afraid of entering this situation.
So he saw through the chess game he was in.
He always believed that Laozi was the strongest and should be comparable to the ancestor god.
But these are all later stories. Now he just wants to know whether the place he is in is the tomb of the ancestor god.
He stared at the woman made of water in front of him, waiting for her answer.
But to his surprise, the woman actually shook her head in denial.
Then he said, "This is my tomb, or rather, the world created by my remaining body after my death."
This simple sentence made Ye Tingmu's eyebrows twitch for some reason.
Can a broken body actually create such a world?
Not only is it a world, it also has different laws, different small worlds, and latitudes. It can even evolve into such a sea of stars. It is indeed very powerful.
He asked again, "Who are you?"
"My name is Jiang Qianyu, but no one has called me by this name for a long time." The woman answered.
Ye Tingmu asked the third question, "Why are you waiting for me? Who told you to wait for me?"
Facing this question, the woman who had remained calm from beginning to end, raised her head slightly at this moment. Although it was unknown what kind of expression was in her eyes, her tone was invisibly heavier at this moment, and one could hear the flavor of respect, admiration, attachment, and sadness in her voice.
"The ancestor of all gods, the former Eternal King, and also my husband."
In short, this sentence is complicated for Ye Tingmu. It is not only limited to the complexity of the words of the person in front of him, but also the complexity in his own heart.
The ancestor of all gods, the eternal king, in this world, I am afraid there is only the ancestor god who transcends the heaven as people say.
In nothing else.
The person in front of him turned out to be the wife of the ancestor god. The woman just said that she was dead, so was the ancestor god also dead?
have no idea.
But one thing is certain, the enemy the Ancestral God faced was very powerful, so powerful that it was unprecedented, otherwise the Ancestral God in the myth would be omnipotent, and his Taoist partner was actually killed.
Thinking of the true spirit mentioned by Hei Bai, he became more and more certain that what the ancestor god faced back then might be the true spirit.
Then the ancestor god planned all this for revenge.
Before he died, did he arrange everything so that he could travel through time exactly at this point in time, and then grow in his direction, and then have a final battle with the True Spirit?
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but shake his head. This idea was too terrible and he didn't want it to be like this.
He just chuckled, with a hint of sadness.
"Why me, eh..."
The woman continued, speaking slowly, "I cannot answer this question for you, but my husband has left you one final test, a test that belongs only to you. If you pass it, you will be able to see him, a wisp of his surviving spirit, and he may be able to tell you the answer you seek."
Ye Tingmu was surprised and asked in confusion: "Shouldn't I inherit your legacy after entering here? Or is there no such thing as inheritance?"
He didn't understand. If the final trial was reserved for him by the Ancestral God, then what was the meaning of the previous trials? Wouldn't those who were selected be doomed to fail no matter how hard they tried?
The woman tilted her head, confused as she replied, "Of course there is an inheritance. That is my inheritance. I will select my successor. He will charge forward for you and fight for you in the future. Of course, if he can be chosen, but you know, this cannot be forced."
Hearing this, Ye Tingmu's eyebrows twitched again. Feelings could be played with like this.
If that's the case, why let me in?
"If that's the case, it seems like it's unnecessary for me to go to the Immortal Mountain." He pouted and muttered.
The woman said, "It's different. The test outside was also set by my husband. Courage, perseverance, and character are all indispensable."
"And luck! If you hadn't gone through the Death Gate, you wouldn't have been able to see me even if you had gotten here, much less begin the final test my husband left for you. Fortunately, it went as he wished, and it made our 100 million years of waiting for you worthwhile."
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