In the blink of an eye, thirty years have passed.
Many old friends flashed through Lu Hen Ge’s mind, some of them were in the Western Realm, some were in the Human Emperor Realm, and some were in the Immortal Realm.
It took Lu Hen Ge less than two hundred years to grow from a mortal with nothing to where he is today.
This was due to both Lu Hen Ge's own reasons and external factors.
so.
There is only one Lu Hen Ge.
However, the old friends in Lu Hen Ge's mind could not do what Lu Hen Ge did, so their lifespans were very limited.
Perhaps in tens of thousands of years, the old friend in Lu Hen Ge's mind will be facing the end of his life. If Lu Hen Ge can live to that time, then Lu Hen Ge's life blood will still be as vigorous as fire.
Until then.
This is the true meaning of things and people changing.
Fortunately.
Only a few decades have passed.
Those old friends in our memories shouldn't have changed much.
“It’s time to dig the base.”
The only thing left unfinished on this stone tablet is the base.
Lu Hen Ge was not stingy at all and continued to break off branches from the World Tree. With his mind turning, the broken branch turned into an even smaller and more delicate wooden sword.
Lu Hen Ge recalled Kunpeng's appearance.
Hesitate for a moment.
Lu Hen Ge did not choose the form of Kunpeng fish, but chose the form of Kunpeng turning into a bird.
Lu Hen Ge prefers the offensive form of a bird to the defensive form of a fish. Besides, Kunpeng only said that the base should be carved in his image, but did not specify which form it would be.
The freedom of choice lies with Lu Hen Ge.
to be honest.
Carving the base requires more effort.
The surface of a stone tablet may only need to be flat and smooth, but the base has more stringent requirements on details.
Lu Hen Ge began his ascetic life again.
No eating, no drinking, no sleeping.
even.
His feet didn't even move.
Such a boring life lasted for two hundred years.
Perhaps before Lu Hen Ge started carving the base, he had never thought that it would take two hundred years to carve just a base.
When Lu Hen Ge put down the wooden sword in his hand, he had become an old man in his twilight years. His body was so thin that the skeleton could be seen from the surface of his skin.
The flesh and blood that were once abundant have now become extremely dry.
Lu Hen Ge was overdrawn.
His cultivation, energy and blood were severely overdrawn.
"Human Emperor Sword."
Having not spoken for two hundred years, Lu Hen Ge's voice became extremely hoarse, and it was extremely difficult for him to utter clear words.
Just three simple words seemed to have drained all of Lu Hen Ge's strength.
The sword spirit of the Human Emperor Sword made a sword sound.
Immediately following.
The Human Emperor Sword separated a portion of the Human Emperor's aura and injected it into Lu Hen Ge's body.
The aura of the Human Emperor made Lu Hen Ge breathe a sigh of relief. He collapsed on the ground, not wanting to move at all.
It took thirty years to carve the stele.
Two hundred years of carved base.
Lu Hen Ge was almost drained dry.
Lu Hen Ge was too lazy to look inside the World Tree. Needless to say, the World Tree was probably now bare with only a main stem left.
After a long time.
Lu Hen Ge then asked how long it had been since the Human Emperor Sword arrived.
After learning that two hundred years had passed, Lu Hen Ge's emotions did not fluctuate significantly.
"Has anything else happened in these two hundred years?"
Lu Hen Ge asked softly.
A moment later.
There was a strange glint in Lu Hen Ge's eyes.
During these two hundred years, some unknown beings passed by here and seemed to sense the formation set up by Lu Hen Ge, but they did not choose to force their way in. They just stayed for a while and then left.
even.
There are also Taoists among them.
One more thing.
According to the observations of the Human Emperor Sword, the loss of power in this world has become increasingly obvious over the past two hundred years.
The most direct change brought about by this change is that the threshold for becoming a cultivator is getting higher and higher, the improvement of cultivation is getting slower and slower, and there are even signs of regression.
Maybe the ancient world would be better, but the fairy world has definitely become a place of wailing.
Lu Hen Ge is considered a very lucky person.
Because Lu Hen Ge's cultivation strength no longer relies on absorbing external power to improve, but relies more on the World Tree.
As long as the World Tree can grow, Lu Hen Ge's strength will also increase.
That's why.
Lu Hen Ge is not very sensitive to the loss of external power.
Lu Hen Ge lay on the ground motionless. A month later, Lu Hen Ge was able to barely recover his mobility.
but.
Lu Hen Ge's situation is still not optimistic.
Before, Lu Hen Ge was simply unable to use the Three Thousand Great Daos, which did not cause too obvious an impact on Lu Hen Ge.
But now.
Lu Hen Ge couldn't use any strength at all.
Because the World Tree had been plucked out by Lu Hen Ge, Lu Hen Ge's power had also been weakened to the extreme.
"It's time for Kunpeng to come back."
Lu Hen Ge murmured.
As soon as he finished speaking, a familiar voice rang out: "It took you two hundred and thirty years to carve a stone tablet."
It was impossible to tell whether Kunpeng was happy or angry in his tone.
Lu Hen Ge was breathing heavily as he spoke: "Senior, you should be thankful it's me. If it were anyone else, they might not even agree to do this for you."
This is the truth.
Normally speaking.
Everything we do is based on certain self-interests.
But from the very beginning, Lu Hen Ge had no idea what benefits he would get from carving the stone tablet, and he only agreed based on his intuition.
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