Chapter 1127 Grandfather and Grandson

One hundred million years later, the blank area became lively and colorful, no longer as pale as before. Countless heavens and earth were distributed, from the Supreme Dao to the Daluo Jinxian, all of them were creating the world and adding vitality to the endless era.

In a big world, in an inconspicuous small world among billions of small worlds.

Under the blue sky, green hills roll up and down.

Han Jue was meditating on the edge of a cliff halfway up the mountain. There was thick fog in front of him, and the towering mountains on the opposite side were looming.

The treasure on his body lost its divine light, and he was wearing a white robe that fluttered in the wind. His gray hair danced in the air. His face was still young and handsome, and with his gray hair, he looked like a child with white hair and an immortal appearance.

“I don’t know how long it will take to surpass the Creator, but fortunately, my lifespan has been increasing with my practice.”

Han Jue opened his eyes, looked at the thick fog in front of him, and thought silently.

After the endless era began, many changes occurred. All living beings saw was only a truly boundless world, but what he saw were the changes in the basic rules of the blank area.

All living beings scattered in the blank area, and countless small creations dispersed, causing the basic rules to produce some new creations. Some of these creations were beyond Han Jue's understanding for the time being.

Perhaps this is a kind of self-defense ability of the Blank Area, just like the Hongmeng Demon and the Ninth Chaos before. It will unconsciously create trouble for the invincible to promote its own development.

Han Jue can only manipulate the basic rules now, and cannot truly control the basic rules. Real control means being able to create and destroy basic rules at will.

Perhaps a second creator will appear in the future. What Han Jue needs to do is to maintain his spirit of cultivation, make himself continuously stronger, and never stop, rather than blocking the way for future generations, thereby consolidating his own position. The failure experience of the first two invincible men has proved that this path is not feasible.

Of course, it’s okay to take time out to relax occasionally.

Just like now.

"Hahaha! I can fly a sword now!"

A slightly childish laugh was heard, and a young man was seen flying out of the fog on a wooden sword. He was wearing clothes made of brown animal skins, and his face was slightly dark. He looked only fourteen or fifteen years old, but his facial features were sharp-edged and bright-eyed.

The young man was standing on the wooden sword, swaying as if he would fall down at any time.

Han Jue looked at him with a smile on his face.

"This kid's personality has remained the same in every life, which is quite interesting. It seems that even the reincarnation of the Fusang tree cannot erase his nature. The nature of the Hongmeng Demon God is still powerful."

Han thought silently to the desperate young man.

The boy's name in this life is Chu Xiaoqi. He was born in an ordinary family on earth. Because he was the seventh and youngest in the family, his parents gave him the name Xiaoqi.

Chu Xiaoqi had longed to cultivate immortality since childhood, so he ran away from home at the age of thirteen and wandered around the world. Naturally, the result was miserable. First, his luggage was robbed by bandits, and then he was almost killed by a wild beast. After stumbling and wandering for a year, he fell off a cliff when being chased by a monster, and then he met Han Jue, the "immortal".

The two have been together for half a year. Han Jue taught Chu Xiaoqi the basic cultivation methods and sword-wielding skills. It took Chu Xiaoqi a month to barely learn it. His aptitude is average and his soul is still in a sealed state, so his aptitude depends entirely on his reincarnated body.

In the previous tens of thousands of lifetimes, Chu Xiaoqi was mostly a mortal spirit, leading a mediocre life. He also practiced cultivation, and his highest achievement was a quasi-saint. However, he was surrounded and killed by his enemies just as he stepped into the quasi-sainthood. This incident is still talked about by later generations in that big world. Of course, it is not a good story, but a joke that will be passed down through the ages.

Chu Xiaoqi's personality is extremely erratic. He is lively most of the time, but occasionally very gloomy, which is completely different from Hong Meng's despair.

After flying for an incense stick of time, Chu Xiaoqi's remaining spiritual energy was used up. He fell beside Han Jue, lay on the ground, gasping for breath and sweating profusely.

Han Jue found it funny. He could obviously lie down, but he insisted on kneeling, supporting himself on the ground with his hands and sticking out his tongue, like a dog.

However, this posture is somewhat similar to Hongmeng's despair.

In previous reincarnations, Han Jue did not appear in Chu Xiaoqi's life. This is the first time in this life.

"Immortal, how long can you hold your sword-controlling skills?"

"It must have taken a long time. Are you a Jindan cultivator?"

"Legend has it that Jindan monks can fly."

"How long have you been here?"

"Ah! I'm so hungry. Can the immortal give me a roasted chicken? I'm too tired and don't want to go hunting by myself. I don't want to fast yet."

Chu Xiaoqi kept chattering. Although he was obviously very tired, he refused to shut up.

Han Jue smiled without saying anything. He waved his right hand, and a fragrant roasted chicken appeared in front of Chu Xiaoqi.

Chu Xiaoqi's eyes lit up, and he suddenly became full of energy and started to tear the roast chicken by hand.

Han Jue originally wanted to refuse and let Chu Xiaoqi fend for himself, but his heart softened inexplicably.

Strangely enough, he didn't even bother to care about his children's suffering, but was extremely doting on this reincarnated grandson.

Hongmeng's despair was indeed very bitter. Although he had done many evil things and deserved to die, no one had taught him since he was born. Even before his death, he was still confused as to why his father didn't help him.

Hongmeng Wukong is not very intelligent and does not know how to communicate, but in his heart, Han Huang is his father.

After Chu Xiaoqi had eaten, he lay on the ground, stretched, and continued chattering. He fell asleep while talking.

Han Jue waved his hand, and a white robe was draped over Chu Xiaoqi.

He closed his eyes again and continued to practice.

Two years later.

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Chu Xiaoqi successfully built his foundation and his body became much stronger. He was flying on a sword in the mountains and fields, constantly casting spells with his hands, chasing a bird demon in front of him.

The bird monster looked like a golden eagle, with golden feathers and a wingspan of three meters.

Chu Xiaoqi's spells kept falling on the bird monster, causing its feathers to fly and blood to flow.

Finally, the bird's wings were broken, and it cried out and fell between the cliffs.

Chu Xiaoqi took out a rope, which was a magic weapon. He stretched it at will and tied the bird demon into a ball. Then he lifted it and dropped it in front of Han Jue.

"Hey, Grandpa, am I awesome?"

Chu Xiaoqi smiled proudly, put his hands on his hips, and was extremely cocky.

The reason why he called him grandpa was Han Jue's suggestion. Han Jue did not want to have a master-disciple relationship with him, but he couldn't always call him immortal.

"It's OK."

Han Jue said without opening his eyes.

Chu Xiaoqi curled his lips, and then began to deal with the bird demon. After a lot of trouble, the bird demon recognized Chu Xiaoqi as its master in order to survive, and was named Chu Xiaoniao by Chu Xiaoqi.

When he heard the name, Han Jue's face twitched.

Night falls.

Chu Xiaoqi sat next to Han Jue, wanting to say something but stopping himself.

Han Jue opened his eyes and looked at the night sky. A shooting star streaked across the sky, causing a hint of surprise to flash across his eyes.

How did he come to this mortal world?

"Grandpa, I want to go home and visit, can I?" Chu Xiaoqi couldn't help but ask in a low voice.

This immortal taught him for so long but did not ask for anything in return, so he felt a little sorry for the immortal if he left like this.

What if the immortal disagrees? "Well, of course."

Han Jue's answer stunned Chu Xiaoqi. He had thought of various answers in his mind, but he didn't expect the other party to agree so casually.

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