Am I the only one who didn't ascend?

The three girls in the narrow cave tunnel were very impressive. Each of them was young and beautiful, and looked about 80% similar to Yi Ming - and naturally similar to Yi Qing. One of them was even closer to being a replica of Yi Qing! It looked like a passionate atmosphere of inbreeding.

These girls - although some of them were almost as old as Yi Ming, over 150 years old, but at least they still looked like girls - were generally lively and active. Seeing Wang Luo was like seeing a rare animal. They circled around to observe, and some even boldly reached out to touch him.

Fortunately, Wang Luo was followed by the majestic great-grandmother Yi Ming, who could always slap away those unruly hands just right.

After a while of noisy, Yi Ming finally couldn't help releasing the majesty of the clan leader. She took out a pair of earrings from her pocket and hung them on her ears. Then an invisible ripple spread out, blowing the noisy family members all over the place, and a burst of shrill screams.

Wang Luo recognized it clearly. It was the sacred object of Taiqing Sect, and Yi Ming had been carrying it with her before!

It is said that this item was given by the Heavenly Court in the past. It has supreme mysterious magical powers. Even if it is placed in the Lingshan Treasure House, it can be ranked as the first grade. However, it seems that most of the magical powers have been lost now, and it only has a simple suppression effect.

Of course, this simplicity is only compared to the original form of the earrings. Now, it is more than enough to suppress three lively and active girls, the oldest of whom is only 150 years old.

The girls rolled around and screamed.

"Mom is sick again, everyone run!"

"Don't come behind, I won't let you watch!"

Yi Ming sighed helplessly and repeated the sentence again: "The child is naughty, and Master Wang laughed at me."

Wang Luo couldn't laugh for a while.

Naughty is really naughty, but these naughty children... are also really magical.

At first glance, Wang Luo was only surprised that the appearance and figure of the Yi family were so similar, but after a closer look, it was more than just the appearance that was similar.

These three people obviously practiced the same kind of skills. Although their progress was different, it basically increased and decreased with age. At first glance, these three naughty children looked like slices of the same practitioner at different ages, placed side by side.

In short, the similarity was a bit too high!

On the contrary, the clothes they wore and the jewelry they wore were relatively more distinguishable!

"These children..."

Before Wang Luo finished asking, Yi Ming said, "The answer is in front, please see it with your own eyes, mountain master."

"Okay."

As he spoke, Yi Ming had already led the way, like a skilled sheepdog, relying on the familiar earrings to drive away the naughty children who were still curious.

Fortunately, the cave tunnel was not long. After walking a few steps and turning a corner, the scenery in front of him suddenly opened up.

The warm sunlight shone in front of me, and the warmth in the sun flowed through my body in an instant. A breeze mixed with the fragrance of flowers and plants lingered in my nose. In this pleasant atmosphere, a towering palace appeared in the center of the field of vision.

The palace has a golden roof and red pillars, standing among the beautiful green mountains and green waters. Billions of golden tiles dyed half of the sky golden, like a layer of golden clouds like a dome, competing with the scorching sun. Its tall figure even overwhelmed the surrounding mountains, as if it was a golden red giant guarding the heaven. Even though it was still far away, Wang Luo could clearly feel the strong sense of oppression brought by the palace.

A sense of oppression that seemed familiar.

In a trance, countless messy pictures emerged in Wang Luo's mind, and these pictures were connected by invisible clues, leading him to tell the origin of the golden red palace.

"Taiqing Palace?"

The foundation of Taiqing Sect, where most of the teachers and disciples of the sect live and practice. It can be said that Taiqing Palace almost represents Taiqing Sect.

Yi Ming smiled and nodded: "Master Wang is indeed a descendant of an ancient cultivator. He can tell at a glance. Modern people probably can't recognize it. The diagrams of Taiqing Gate in the textbooks of the Immortal Alliance are basically wrong."

Wang Luo didn't care about the right or wrong of modern textbooks. He just asked: "The Taiqing Palace is still there? Isn't it said that it was destroyed in the heavenly calamity? No, this palace, I remember..."

Speaking of this, Wang Luo has frowned, trying to find the truth from the fragments of memory in his mind.

Yi Ming didn't say anything for a while, silently waiting for Wang Luo to give the answer himself.

However, the silence of the two made a naughty child not far away unable to bear it.

"The Taiqing Palace is the Dharma image of the ancestor saint! The saint is there, and the Taiqing Palace is there!"

As soon as the voice fell, Yi Ming slapped her on the back of the head, beating the 150-year-old girl to tears.

"You're the only one who talks too much!"

On the other hand, Wang Luo seemed to be awakened by a word. He raised his head and whispered: "As long as the Saint is here, the Taiqing Palace is here. Conversely, if the Taiqing Palace is here, the Saint is here... Is she still alive?"

When Yi Ming heard this, his face darkened slightly, and he did not answer immediately.

On the other hand, Wang Luo looked at the palace in the distance and gradually found something unusual.

In his memory, the Taiqing Palace had the solemn appearance of the leader of the righteous path, but also the bustle and noise. When the Taiqing Sect was at its peak, there were more than 2,000 registered monks in the sect, and the number of "temporary workers" who were not naturalized but qualified to temporarily live in the Taiqing Palace often exceeded 10,000.

But the Taiqing Palace in front of us, although still solemn and majestic, is no longer noisy as before, and the golden red fairy light does not contain the slightest bit of popularity. On the contrary, there are several wooden huts built in front of Taiqing Hall, with smoke curling up from the kitchen stoves, giving them a more lifelike atmosphere.

"You don't usually live in Taiqing Palace?"

Without waiting for Yi Ming to answer, an eighty-year-old girl rushed to answer: "There are only a few people living here, and living here is like a haunted house. Moreover, there are forbidden areas everywhere in the palace. Paying attention will trigger restrictions, which is very troublesome, so it is better to build a house outside. "

This enthusiastic answer was replaced by grandma's kind slap.

After Yi Ming taught her children a lesson, she said: "She is right. In the early years, we descendants of the saints still liked to gather in the temple, but now even if we are practicing immortality, or refining elixirs and making utensils, We also arranged to do it outside the palace. This majestic Taiqing Palace is more of a decorative background and no longer has any practical significance.”

Before she finished speaking, the only girl who had not been slapped and was also the youngest couldn't help but said: "But the child must be made in the Taiqing Palace!"

The next moment, before Yi Ming could take action, the eighty-year-old Xiaoqia who had just been slapped was slapped.

"You're such a shameless girl and you talk so much!"

"I……"

The girl who was slapped had tears in her eyes, but she didn't dare to resist, because the cultivation of these people was completely proportional to their age, and she couldn't resist her mother at all.

After a while, she gritted her teeth and stamped her feet, and said with great regret: "It would be great if that girl Yi Qing had not run away from home!"

This kind of maternal and filial speech made Yi Ming shake her head.

Fortunately, Wang Luo's focus at this time is not on this family ethics drama.

He only has one question.

"Were you created?"