Eternal Life: My Millennia in the Jiaofang Division

The sea of ​​clouds rolled, carrying many Rainmen to the top of the island.

Shenyue Feixian sat cross-legged on a big rock, with no intention of getting up to greet them.

She smiled calmly: "Chief Tianqiong, long time no see."

"It's Feixian, it's really been a long time no see."

Miyu Tianqiong had a complicated look.

The strength of the seven major spiritual saint clans is also strong and weak.

Their Rainmen clan ranks second in strength among the seven major spiritual saint clans, second only to the most powerful Jian Pavilion.

The strongest masters in the clan have already entered the quasi-god realm.

But the Shenyue Saint Clan is at the bottom of the seven major spiritual saint clans. The strongest in the clan, Shenyue Feixian, has only cultivated to the level of inducing disasters.

In the past, the Rainmen never took the Shenyue Saint Clan seriously. They only regarded the most powerful Jian Pavilion as their opponent.

Miyu Tianqiong had never looked at Shenyue Feixian or the dead Shenyue Qingming when he saw them in the past.

But now, facing Shenyue Feixian, Miyu Tianqiong no longer dared to be contemptuous.

Because the other party had already surrendered to the master.

As the so-called seventh-rank official in front of the prime minister, Shenyue Feixian was a watchdog, but he was also the watchdog of the master, so he had no choice but to pay attention to him.

"Tianqiong clan leader, why are you not staying in Miyu Holy Lake and coming to this vast ocean?"

Shenyue Feixian asked knowingly.

"We are here to pay our respects to the master."

"The master is in retreat and has ordered not to see outsiders."

"You..."

Miyu Tianqiong frowned.

But Shenyue Feixian ignored him, and instead scanned the crowd with her beautiful eyes: "Who is Miyu Tianluo?"

"I am."

Zheng Jingren walked out: "Junior Miyu Tianluo, meet Senior Feixian."

"Haha, what senior or not, just call me sister."

Shenyue Feixian laughed so hard that her body shook, and her attitude was completely different from before.

Miyu Tianqiong had a gloomy face, but he didn't dare to get angry at all.

Shenyue Feixian looked at Zheng Jingren and praised him: "It's worthy of the master's favor, he is indeed extraordinary."

"Okay, the master has already ordered that if you come, just go to see him directly. As for the others, wait outside."

"Thank you, senior." Zheng Jingren bowed and glanced at Miyu Tianqiong.

Miyu Tianqiong hurriedly said: "Go quickly, and when you see the master, you must be careful when you speak."

"Yes, Tianluo understands."

Zheng Jingren nodded, jumped onto the island, and walked into the depths.

The scene became quiet, Shenyue Feixian closed her eyes and rested, without any intention of speaking again.

Miyu Tianqiong and others didn't care about her contempt, all looking at the depths of the island, looking uneasy.

After all, Zheng Jingren's meeting with the master this time is really related to the life and death of their entire clan.

Deep in the island

Zhao Mu sat cross-legged on a cleared space, with the body of the God Lord in front of him.

During these years, while traveling, he also studied the body of the God Lord, trying to figure out what was so special about the God Lord's constitution that he could not be bound by the eternal sky lock?

Unfortunately, his research progress was not smooth, but he had a deeper understanding of the "Mysterious Sutra of the Integration of All Laws".

After all, the "Mysterious Sutra of the Integration of All Laws" that I practiced was obtained when I was deducing the past secrets of the God Lord.

It's just that the God Lord in the past secrets had just started to practice the "Mysterious Sutra of the Integration of All Laws", and his understanding was limited.

But the God Lord today is tens of thousands of years later than before, and his understanding of the "Mysterious Sutra of the Integration of All Laws" is naturally far from what it was before.

Zhao Mu studied his body, and of course he could have more understanding.

The sound of clothes fluttering in the air came.

Zhao Mu waved his hand to collect the corpse of the God Lord, and looked up and said: "You are here?"

Zheng Jingren came through the forest and landed in front of him: "Greetings, senior."

"Haha, sit down!"

Zhao Mu raised his hand, and a small wooden table suddenly appeared in front of him, with tea sets on the table.

While making tea, he smiled and asked: "How is it, is the journey smooth?"

"Yes, it's very smooth."

Zheng Jingren nodded and said: "The news that the Rain People have surrendered to you, senior, has spread throughout the Eastern Territory, so no one dares to touch us."

"That's good."

Zhao Mu nodded: "Congratulations, you have become the next chief of the Rain People."

"Thank you, senior. If you didn't help me, I'm afraid I would still be a bastard in the Rain People, who no one looks down on."

Zheng Jingren sat at the table and asked: "Senior, now The Rain People have all arrived. What arrangements do you have for them? "

"Naturally, we will set up restrictions like the Shenyue Saint Clan to ensure their absolute loyalty."

Zhao Mu casually said, "Although you can become the chief of the Rain People in the future, you should not take this identity too seriously. After all, it is meaningless to be the chief of a group of puppets."

"The most important thing for you in the future is to do your best to improve your cultivation. When walking on the Zixu Continent, everything else is fake. Only strength is the foundation."

"Yes, I understand."

Zheng Jingren promised seriously.

He didn't take the Rain People too seriously.

When he entered the Rain People, he just wanted to learn the Rain People's skills and tap the potential of his own bloodline.

As for now, he just wants to use the resources and treasures of the Rain People to improve his strength.

What Rain People Chief, he really doesn't care too much.

As long as there are enough resources for cultivation, he can even give up the position of clan leader, whoever wants to sit can sit.

"Come, have tea."

Zhao Mu poured a cup of tea for Zheng Jingren.

"Thank you, senior." Zheng Jingren took it.

"In the future, you can handle the affairs of the Rain People by yourself. In addition, this is for you."

Zhao Mu said, and took out a black wooden box.

Zheng Jingren took the box and opened it, and saw a lake inside.

The lake was only the size of a palm, but it looked lifelike, with waves on the lake, and there were flowers, plants and trees around, full of vitality.

"This is... the sacred artifact of the Rain People, the Misty Rain Lake?"

Zheng Jingren was shocked: "Senior, what are you doing..."

"Since the Rain People want to submit to me, I should naturally improve their strength. I like loyal subordinates, but I also need them to be strong enough."

Zhao Mu smiled faintly and said: "You must refine the Misty Rain Lake as soon as possible. After I set a ban on the Rain People, you can find an opportunity to show the artifact and let them value you more."

"Yes, senior, I understand."

Zheng Jingren treasured the Misty Rain Lake.

If he refines this sacred artifact, then no one in the Rain People will be able to shake his position as the leader of the tribe.

Zheng Jingren pondered for a moment and asked, "Senior, among the seven great spiritual saints, you have already conquered two tribes. Do you want to conquer the remaining five tribes?"

"Probably not."

Zhao Mu shook his head: "The Rain Tribe is because of you, and the Shenyue Saint Tribe is because Shenyue Feixian was the first to take the initiative to surrender."

"Plus, I really need manpower to do things, so I accepted these two tribes. As for the other five tribes, let them perish on their own."

"I have other uses for their artifacts."