The feeling of being close to home is timid.
When Xuandu was about to return to the Human Tribe, he was a little nervous.
It had been three hundred years since he left home. Back then, he had left just like that. He had spoken with great ambition and made an oath to be the chosen one. His words still rang in his ears.
Fortunately, he wasn't someone who was more ambitious than the sky and had a thinner life than paper.
Ten years after he went out to seek Dao, he entered the Eight Visions Palace. His master was Laozi, the leader of the Three Pure Ones, a famous Saint in the world.
His current status, power, and divine arts were all extraordinary. He had completely transcended life and death and reached the Heaven Immortal realm.
In the future, it would become more and more extraordinary.
Therefore, after he felt that he had made some progress in his studies, he asked Laozi for half a month's leave. He planned to return to his hometown in glory and continue the good fortune of the human race.
With this thought, the wind blew under his feet, and the human race's land was already in sight.
"Rumble…"
All of a sudden, the sky and earth shook. Smoke and dust rolled up and covered the light in the sky. In the smoke and dust, there seemed to be a living being running wildly. The extreme physical strength was released wantonly, disturbing the spiritual qi in all directions.
"Enemy attack?"
Xuandu, who was standing at the entrance of the village, heard this commotion. A cold light flashed in his eyes. This tremor was extremely powerful. It was as if a large group of demons had arrived, or as if a heavenly demon was roaring in the galaxy. Its might was extraordinary.
The human race would definitely not be able to withstand such an impact.
It was so close. If he had arrived a step later, the human race would have suffered heavy casualties.
Then…
Kill.
Leave no one alive.
Just as Xuandu turned around and was about to kill the enemy, he saw a child running out of the dust.
This was not the main point. The main point was that he was carrying a huge desolate beast on his back. The two levels were reversed. When the two figures were compared, it always gave people a ridiculous feeling.
"Is this a human child?"
Xuandu was slightly dumbfounded. He roughly estimated that this desolate beast weighed 100,000 pounds, but it was carried by a child. Moreover, he confirmed it again and again and realized that it was a human child, not a living being transformed from a demon god's son. He could not help but say,"I didn't expect that after me, the human race would give birth to another excellent cultivator.”
A thought had already formed in his mind. Such a talented cultivation genius could not grow like weeds. Only by bringing him to the Eight Visions Palace could he do better for the human race.
"Can you move aside? We're in the middle of a competition. I'm determined to win the championship with a weight of 100,000 pounds.”
Xiao Xiao looked at the stranger at the entrance of the village and urged him to make way. There was a competition, and Xuandu had blocked the entrance, so he couldn't enter.
"Oh!"
Xuandu didn't listen carefully. He only knew that the child was very anxious, so he moved aside. Then, he thought of something and said unconfidently,"What? What did he just say?"
Competition? How was this competition? Could it be that everyone was carrying a desolate beast weighing a hundred thousand jin on their shoulders?
Impossible!
This matter had already exceeded the limits of his imagination.
"Boom!"
"Boom!"
"Boom!"
Limits were meant to be broken.
Not long after Xiao Xiao left, a group of children came over. Each of them was carrying a 100,000 jin beast on their shoulders. They were really playing a game.
However, was it really normal for a human child to carry a 100,000 jin desolate beast to play games?
"Is this the land of the human race? Am I really in the right place?”
Xuandu was stunned for a moment. He had never seen such a shocking scene. Even when he first entered the Eight Visions Palace, he was not as shocked as he was now.
And then…
Hearing that a strange young man had come to the village entrance, Suiren-Shi walked out. He recognized Xuandu at a glance and said,""It's Xuandu. You're finally back.”
It was a very normal greeting, but Xuandu felt like he was going crazy. He said in a trembling voice,"Ancestor Suiren, your cultivation base…"
The person in front of him was indeed Patriarch Suiren.
However, in his senses, it was also a profound and terrifying great existence. It stood on the ground like half a Heavenly Dao.
This kind of aura was not as good as a Saint, but it was not inferior to a Saint's incarnation.
"After you went out, the human race welcomed a great development. Now, everyone is quite strong.”
Suiren-Shi explained casually. Then he glanced at Xuandu and shook his head."After you return this time, don't leave. There are too many scammers out there. They are all people who put onions in their noses and pretend to be elephants. Look at you. What realm are you at now? What kind of master do you have? Your cultivation speed is really too slow.”
She looked as disgusted as she could be, and then she left without looking back.
"Uh…uh…uh…"
In that instant, Xuandu felt like he had become a goose, and a silly goose at that. He did not know what to say.
Poor cultivation?
In 300 years, he had cultivated from an ordinary person to the Heaven Immortal realm. During this period, he had not consumed any heavenly and earthly treasures. He had cultivated step by step.
Even Saints would call him a genius with such a cultivation speed.
But in the words of Patriarch Suiren, he was a good-for-nothing.
He wanted to argue, but he realized that he didn't know what to say.
At this moment, he wanted to know the truth."What happened to the human race? I want to find out."
"Oh, it's you. Don't go out after you return to the human race. The High Priest said that the air outside is the same as here, it's not sweet.”
Xiao Xiao's competition was over. He had gotten first place as he wished. When he was about to go home, he saw Xuandu. As for this stranger, Suiren Clan's Patriarch had already said that he was a clansman.
Therefore, he kindly reminded him that the human race had already risen, so there was no need to go out and seek Dao.
"High Priest? Who is that?"
Xuandu keenly grasped the main point. He vaguely felt that the High Priest was not an ordinary person. Perhaps he had a great relationship with the change of human civilization.
"High Priest, he is my idol. He is a hero that everyone, including the three great ancestors, looks up to.”
Xiao Xiao found it strange. The High Priest was the High Priest after all. There was no need to ask about this in the human race.
However, since Xuandu had asked, he would tell him.
In his short life, the High Priest was the light that illuminated the ignorance of the human race. In the darkest times, he was a wise man who appeared out of nowhere.
It was said that the High Priest had divided the eras of the human race. The first era was 0.0, and now it was 3.0.
The three eras had only spanned three hundred years, but the civilizations that had crossed over were trillions.
"There is actually such a peerless person in this world.”
Xuandu was very interested in the division of the human era, but Xiao Xiao was not clear about it. He lived in the human era 3.0 and felt that everything should be like this.
Only Xuandu knew how great the changes in the past 300 years were.
He was filled with respect for this person, but he couldn't help but want to get closer.
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