The figure in the green robe was tall and straight, with his eyes lowered and he remained silent. He continued to climb day after day, ignoring the words of the man in the skeleton tower.

The Skeleton Man continued, "All illusionists in the world can obtain it, except you. You are not the one chosen by God. You are a heretic among illusionists."

"If you are willing to return to the real world, you may still have a chance to survive when the world turns upside down in the future. If you dare to challenge the authority of the God of War, only destruction awaits you. The past is gone, and you were more sensible back then."

Hearing the last sentence, Master Wuhen finally raised his eyes, his voice was as heavy as a bell and as deep as a drum, "I backed off back then because my cultivation was not good enough. Since then, I have been forbearing for twenty years, just for today."

“What’s the difference between twenty years? You were level 9 back then, and you’re still level 9 twenty years later. What’s the difference?” The skeleton man seemed disdainful.

Master Wuhen said slowly: "Then why are you afraid?"

These words seemed to irritate the Skeleton Man. The soul fire in his eyes rose and he said sternly, "Back then, you, a bunch of rats, sneaked into the Temple of the Gods and almost destroyed the balance of the spiritual realm. The curse didn't kill you, so you should have lived well. Now you come to steal the divine power again. This is the way to death. This is the way to death."

Master Wuhen looked dazed for a moment, "They are already dead, Lingtuo has also fallen, we were too impatient back then, if we had waited for Lingtuo and Zhang Tianshi to be promoted to demigods, or for Chu Shang to digest the authority left by the Chu family's ancestors, the outcome would not be the same."

After a pause, Master Wuhen's expression became neither happy nor sad, as if he had gained enlightenment, and he said: "The past is over, I will not die, I will only be promoted to a demigod. If I take that part of the authority, there will be one less illusion god in the world, and your so-called god will be a little weaker. When the catastrophe comes, the illusionist profession will never be perfect. He can't be a god either, and he can't sully the gods. I know he is an extraterritorial demon."

"How dare you!" The voice of the skeleton man shook the whole world, "You cannot speak the name of God directly."

Master Wuhen continued, "You can't stop me. I am an illusionist. I am qualified to enter the palace and gain authority. This is the rule of the spirit realm, and your god cannot stop it."

"Since you refuse to embrace me and obey your heart, you will never be able to obtain divine power. I am very curious about what has kept you going for so many years."

Master Wuhen suddenly stopped, looked at the palace gatekeeper, and said slowly: "Because I am a member of the Xiaoyao Organization, and the organization's creed is to prevent the world from being destroyed."

He took two stone steps at a time.

"To protect world peace."

Go up two stone steps again.

“We can do anything.”

Then I walked up two more stone steps.

At this time, he was less than one meter away from the skeleton man, with only two stone steps left, but Master Wuhen stopped. These two steps seemed to be a heavenly cut.

The skeleton seemed to be relieved, and the soul fire in his eyes burned slowly. "Many years ago, you also stopped at the last two stone steps. The past is gone. I just said that if you are unwilling to embrace your true nature, how can you ascend to the Phantom God? If you can't make it, the power of the Phantom God will destroy your sanity and turn you into a madman who is even more depraved than Lingtuo."

Master Wuhen stood still and asked calmly, "So, you think I came here again 20 years later to reminisce about the past?"

The soul fire in the skeleton man's eye sockets stagnated, and Master Wuhen put his hands together and chanted the Buddha's name in a low voice: "Amitabha, Lao Na has been self-sealing for twenty years just to refine his mind!"

The last two levels are taken in one step.

After more than 20 years, he finally walked up the stairs and arrived at this place that symbolizes the pinnacle of illusionists.

"You!" The soul fire in the skeleton's eyes trembled violently. It was unclear whether it was anger or fear. He roared: "Why can't you follow your nature? Why do you embrace yourself? You are an illusionist, you are an illusionist!!"

Master Wuhen didn't even look at it, but just pointed lightly: "Amitabha, Buddha said that you should return to nothingness."

The soul fire in the skeleton man's eye sockets went out.

This man, who was supposed to be the gatekeeper of the copy, fell into eternal silence.

Dream Palace.

The great elder of the Southern School who was sitting on the golden throne suddenly raised his head and looked towards the highest place in the dark.

"Master?

The eldest elder stood up and looked up at the sky, but no one responded. Then, the palace shrouded in thick fog began to disappear, the pillars supporting the dome disappeared, the red carpet disappeared, and even the golden throne under him began to disappear.

The entire palace seemed like a disappearing oil painting. The only person who was not affected was the six-meter-tall cloaked man.

After a while, the palace disappeared completely, and a new picture was born. The blue sky unfolded like a curtain, and the sun was also outlined. Then, the endless grassland spread out in the field of vision and spread to the horizon.

After the grassland was formed, gem-like small lakes emerged in the depressions, and then herds of horses and flocks of birds appeared.

A magnificent grassland scene was sketched out, but in the next second, the grassland scene turned into a barren Gobi Desert, and the Gobi Desert turned into an aquarium-like seabed.

In just a few seconds, the Great Elder experienced the ocean, grassland, desert, forest and other landscapes.

These are both illusions and reality.

Finally, all the scenery faded away, thin dark clouds spread across the horizon, the sky became dim and white, the dark brown earth undulated, and rotten corpses grew like sores on the earth.

This seems to be an ancient battlefield. In addition to human corpses, there are also corpses of large animals. Some of the corpses are even bizarre, with six legs, three cervical vertebrae, and nine tails.

Some bones have cracked and decayed due to the erosion of time, but some bones are bright and full of spirituality, and are extremely high-quality materials.

There is a blood lake in the center of the earth, with a towering ancient palace floating on the lake. A figure in a green robe stands in front of the palace, and the picture is frozen at this point.

The Great Elder looked around the world, and his gaze finally fell on the green figure.

The black light under the cloak flickered continuously, just like the changing expression on his face. The elder said in a lost voice, "Wang Shi Wuhen was promoted to a demigod?"

A vague and majestic voice came from the sky: "Contact Lingtuo!"

The black light under the cloak flickered again, and then he lowered his head, "Yes, Master!"

Zhang Yuanqing, wearing a baseball cap and a mask, stood at the entrance of the underground parking garage 2 and waved happily at the mature woman who was walking towards him in the distance.

The woman was wearing a white shirt and a black skirt. The hem of the shirt was fitted into her waist, outlining her graceful waist. Her beautiful hair was slightly curled and draped over her shoulders.

His smooth forehead was covered with black sunglasses, revealing a delicate and three-dimensional face.

She was dragging a small suitcase in her hand, running towards Zhang Yuanqing with a beautiful smile on her face, her high heels making a "clicking" sound.

Zhang Yuanqing opened his arms and went to hug the woman, "Mom, I miss you so much. I haven't seen you for a month. You look younger and more beautiful. If you don't know me, you would think you are my sister."

Fu Xue was coaxed into giggling, "You should save this mouth of yours to coax Guan Ya, and you are not allowed to use it on other women."

Zhang Yuanqing said aggrievedly: "Is it not possible to coax you?"

Fu Xue glared at him, and Zhang Yuanqing diligently took the suitcase for his mother-in-law, opened the car door and invited her in.

There was a reason why he was so diligent. After the students of the "Mechanical Research and Development Company" worked day and night to tighten the screws, the first batch of mechanical weapons had been completed and it was time to deliver them.

This delivery is not as simple as handing over money and receiving the goods. Perhaps because they knew that Fu Qingyang was not there and that there was trouble at the headquarters, they made two requests.

1: They want to pay a deposit first, try the product for two months and then pay the final payment.

2. Ask them to provide free warranty for three years

It is difficult to settle project payments, which is a traditional skill of the authorities. In addition, there are personnel from related departments who are involved, and relevant persons in charge take the opportunity to ask for several payments, etc. Not only do they have to face cumbersome procedures, but they also have to haggle with the authorities.

Xiahou Aotian definitely can't handle this kind of thing.

The protagonist would just slam the table and say arrogantly: Why don’t you take the money obediently and dare to act like a demon and seek death?

Although he is good at socializing, Zhang Yuanqing is not good at this. He can't stand the behavior of abusing power for personal gain.

If we let him handle it, it will probably end up in court again.

After much thought, he felt that only the mother-in-law, who had first-class communication and business skills and was a shareholder of the company, could handle the matter. So Zhang Yuanqing called her and said that the three-year period had expired and asked King Fu Long to return to his position.

As the car drove out of the airport, Fu Xue sat elegantly on the seat and opened a small mirror to touch up her makeup.

"Why didn't that damn girl come to pick me up at the airport?" he asked casually.

"Tired, sleeping."

"Tired?" Fu Xue stopped applying powder and turned her head to look at her son-in-law. After a few seconds, she understood as an experienced driver.

The mother-in-law said, "As expected of a night wanderer, he is full of energy."

Zhang Yuanqing snorted coldly, "No matter how vigorous she is, your daughter is still a peerless beauty. Have you found a master-level knight?"

The smile on Fu Xue's face slowly disappeared. "Oh, it's Mom's fault. I was too impulsive at the time and shouldn't have let Guan Ya swear."

Zhang Yuanqing took the opportunity to say, "Forget it, Mom, you just need to take care of the company's affairs. Anyway, by the end of the year, the statute of limitations for the oath will have expired."

In a residential area in Songhai, a man in a peaked cap knocked on the crimson security door. The person who opened the door was an old lady with gray hair and wrinkles on her face, about 60 years old, dressed neither plainly nor extravagantly.

"Who are you looking for?" The old lady spoke standard Mandarin, without the Songhai accent that is common among women of her age.

The man in the baseball cap had a blank expression on his face, even a little serious. He took out his ID and said, "Excuse me, is this Yao Yilin's family? I'm a security officer from the Chaomen District Third Security Station. I have something to ask him."

When the old lady heard that it was a security guard, she did not react exaggeratedly like ordinary people. She said calmly, "Come in. He is at home today. Comrade, what do you want to see him for?"

"There is a case I want to consult him about." The man in the baseball cap entered the room and curled his lips.

"Don't worry, it's just a question. It has nothing to do with him."

The old lady led him to sit on the sofa in the living room, poured him a cup of tea, and shouted to the bedroom, "Old Yao, the security guard is looking for you."

Although he is old, his voice is still loud.

The man in the baseball cap glanced at the police living room. The decoration and furniture of this house, just like their owner, looked old.

There should be only two elderly people in the house, because the man in the baseball cap didn't see anything used by young people.

An old man walked out of the bedroom. His silver hair was already a little sparse, his back was slightly hunched, his nasolabial folds were deep, and his drooping eyes made him look stern and unsmiling.

The old man has a pair of reading glasses hanging around his neck.

"Comrade from the Public Security Bureau?" The old man sat down opposite the man in the peaked cap, looked him up and asked curiously, "What's the matter?"

The man in the baseball cap did not answer. He stared at the old man and asked, "Yao Yilin, a retired teacher. He worked at Songhai Kangyang Middle School and retired two years ago, right?"

The old man nodded, and the wife sitting next to him couldn't help but say, "Actually, four years ago, he retired due to health problems. He was not happy at the time and wanted to teach. If he had retired a few years later, his life would have ended. Why would he still need to support himself?"

The man in the peaked cap ignored the old lady's complaint and looked at the old man and said, "We are investigating a theft case. We suspect that the suspect once studied at Kangyang District Middle School, but the teachers and students at the school don't remember this person, so we can only come to disturb him."

As he spoke, he took out his cell phone, opened the photo and handed it to the old man.

Yao Yilin is the sixth retired middle school teacher he has investigated, and there are many retired teachers like Yao Yilin on the list.

So far, the investigation into Yuanshi Tianzun has yielded nothing, and Master Chunyang’s patience is almost exhausted.

He just hopes to identify Yuanshi Tianzun as soon as possible.

The old man took the phone and looked carefully at the young man in the photo. He tried to recall for a long time, and suddenly his eyes lit up: "I remember him, yes, he is indeed a student of our Kangyang Middle School."