Volume 2, Chapter 417: Returning to the human world, the soul wanders in the East China Sea.
Ye Tingmu took a sip of water and looked at the few people again.
"Do you understand?"
Qingfeng raised his hand, "I understand, but not much."
"I understand, too."
"Okay, let's get started."
"good!"
Now it is less than three years since the 1000 agreement, and I have also broken through to the Immortal Emperor realm. It is time to return to the lower realm.
At that time, I will take my main body and the brothers from the lower world to heaven to solve the problems in three days.
Anyway, I am invincible now. If I give them ten years, and they are willing to surrender, I can win without bloodshed, which is also convenient.
If they don't surrender at that time, we can kill them.
He had already made arrangements for all matters to be handled after he left, and Broken Sword Mountain just had to stay there and wait for him to come back.
It will only take two years. With the formation set up by Qingfeng in his previous life and Qingfeng Fenghe and the others around, there shouldn't be any problems.
If he forced his way down to the mortal world, he could only tear a hole in space like Ling Wanxiang and the others did before.
It was not his real body that went down to the mortal world, but his soul. Theoretically, the hole he needed to tear open did not need to be too big.
According to his research and Jian Wushu's original explanation, he had the confidence to go to the lower world when he was the Immortal King, and now as the Immortal Emperor, his confidence has doubled.
The reason he called a few people to help was because he didn't want to go down empty-handed.
He wanted to take some pills and the blood essence of the Immortal Emperor down with him.
Get ready quickly and set off!
"Remember, don't cause any trouble before I come back."
"clear."
As the six people's emperor-like cultivation was revealed, the space began to fluctuate.
Ye Tingmu took out the blood essence of the Immortal Emperor and integrated it into several gods. Suddenly, a golden beam of light shot up into the sky from the tranquil top of Broken Sword Mountain.
Ye Tingmu closed his eyes, and a wisp of soul separated from his body and went upwards along the golden beam of light.
When his consciousness left Zang's body and flowed into the sky, he arrived in a black void.
He could feel that there was a familiar force calling him.
He knew in his heart that it was a call from his true self.
Then he fell uncontrollably, with the sound of the sharp wind whistling in his ears.
The feeling of loss continued, and the pace increased.
Until finally, he seemed to fall asleep in a trance.
At the top of Broken Sword Mountain, Feng He gently placed Zang's body into the Kunlun coffin and closed the coffin.
"Brother should be okay, right?" Qingfeng asked worriedly.
Dongfang Qingzhu replied.
"Don't worry, your eldest brother won't do anything he's not sure of."
Several people nodded and left one after another.
In a flash, Ye Tingmu felt himself passing through one barrier after another, and then the world began to become unusually bright.
He looked around and saw that the Broken Sword Mountain, which was originally dark at night, suddenly turned into a world of clear sky and day.
Birds are singing and flowers are blooming all around, the spring breeze is still blowing, and all things are reviving.
He looked at his body, which was transparent and empty, but there was still a storage bag hanging around his waist, and the afterglow of the Immortal Emperor's blood and essence had not yet dissipated.
Looking at the beautiful scenery, he knew that he had returned to the underworld.
He began to walk towards the Taxian Pavilion.
Passing by Shanhaiguan, the dragon riders of Kyushu were roaring, and the ruins that he had once cut through had changed their appearance after a thousand years.
The land is no longer full of ravines, but has become smooth again after many changes.
For a thousand years, Kyushu remained Kyushu. Despite the passage of time, this dynasty had never been replaced.
Countless memories came to his mind, and there was always a faint smile on his face.
It was here that he first became invincible in the mortal world, and unified the East China Sea with a single move of his sword.
At that time, many people were puzzled as to why he didn't swing his sword to destroy hundreds of countries and slaughter hundreds of saints. Wouldn't this be more simple and brutal?
He didn't know either. Maybe it was because people were at different heights, so their ideas were different.
As a person involved in the dispute between Jiuzhou and the other seven divine kingdoms, he could not tell who was right or wrong. Jiuzhou was established by the previous demon clan who came down to the earth. After thousands of years, they were always the first to take action.
In the world of high-level martial arts, between people and between countries, it is the law of the jungle. There is nothing to say about it.
He is just an outsider. He has no deep hatred with these countries, and killing people is not his wish.
For him at that time, killing was the easiest thing to do, so he chose to unify.
With absolute strength and unification, he always felt that he was right. It was better to let fewer people die than to have rivers of blood.
He crossed Shanhaiguan and came to the territory of Kyushu, where he saw millions of fertile fields and vast swamps.
I saw laughter and heard the sound of reading.
Seeing the people farming, his eyes wrinkled with smile; seeing the monks performing rituals to bring water to the fields and cut down trees to open up the mountains.
The straight roads are broad and wide, with smoke wafting from the kitchen and the aroma of fish and rice.
At that time, he wrote a book on his current theories on governing the world and gave it to King Wu Yan.
He pointed out that if we want peace in the world, we must let the people live and work in peace and contentment.
The first is education, the second is agriculture, and the third is law. He also promoted the idea of monks from the sect going to the countryside to benefit the people.
On the one hand, it narrows the distance between monks and ordinary people, and on the other hand, it tells the world that force is not only used to kill people, it can also do many things.
Now it seems that Wu Yanwang must have achieved it. Along the way, he can see a school in every city he comes across.
The warehouse was filled with food, which was a complete change from when he first arrived in this world and there were starving people everywhere.
Most people, if they have enough food, will not rebel, and to deal with crime, all they need is a set of laws.
He also saw his own temple.
The incense is burning continuously and the flow of people is endless.
His stone statue looked like a scholar, holding a book in his hand and a black sword dragging on the ground, wielding it with great power.
Perhaps, without knowing when, I became a god in the world and became their belief.
He heard some people asking him for wealth, some asking him for peace, and even some asking him for a child.
He was always happy. At least everything he had experienced in the underworld and everything he had done were worth it after all.
He looked at the sky and sighed.
"What a wonderful world! It would be such a pity if you erased it and reset it..."
He secretly clenched his fists, and became more determined to defeat Yuan. The world can be restarted, but it will definitely be the next cycle.
If this is the case, why not redefine the order of the universe?
He finally arrived at the Taxian Pavilion and came to the outside of the river and lake. Looking at the prosperous city below him, he plunged straight into a mountain.
As soon as he entered the peak, before he could even take a look around, he was restrained by an invisible force and pulled forward. It was the call of his own body.
A flash of white light appeared, and the light feeling on his body dissipated.
Then, in the cave, a clay sculpture began to shed mud, and a pair of eyes opened.
"I'm back, human."
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