Eternal Life: My Millennia in the Jiaofang Division

Before two sticks of incense.

On a mountain road heading to Chisong City, a black dog was walking in a roaring manner.

On the black dog's generous back, Zhao Mu lay down leisurely with his legs crossed.

Next to the black dog, Liang Ping, who was already at the day travel level, was floating with his feet three inches off the ground like a ghost.

Xiao Tian glanced back: "I'm talking to my nephew, can you stop floating like this? If you want to fly, just fly hard. It will look as weird and scary as a ghost!"

Before Liang Ping could say anything, Zhao Mu on his back patted him on the head: "I'm just cultivating. What do you think? You just drink every day if you don't practice!"

"Lord, what you said is wrong."

"What's wrong?"

"Hmph, you said that I drink every day, so why don't you drink every day and not practice? Do you understand that this is called the upper beam being out of alignment and the lower beam being crooked?"

Xiaotian scratched his neck and retorted with a grunt.

"Hey, you actually dare to talk back?" Zhao Mu patted the dog's head again: "From today on, you have no wine to drink."

"No!"

When Xiaotian heard this, he immediately became anxious and immediately put on a sharp smile: "Hey, Lord, I was wrong. From now on, you can do whatever you say, but you can't stop giving me wine."

Liang Ping snickered beside him.

Along the way, he often listened to the two bickering. As a result, he never got tired of hearing it for two hundred years. He couldn't help but laugh every time he heard it.

He shook his head: "Master, is the master's wife not too far away from us?"

Zhao Mu sensed Xiao Jinyun's position: "Well, your master's wife has been floating above Chisong City and never left, so we are indeed getting closer to her."

Liang Ping sighed after hearing this: "Hey, I didn't expect that the disintegration and rebirth of the immortal cultivator would be so troublesome. The soul of the immortal cultivator has to find a suitable body one by one."

"It doesn't count as searching for yourself."

Zhao Mu sat up with a smile: "The method of disintegration and rebirth to find the physical body is actually through the chance induction of the power of heaven's cause and effect."

"how to say?"

He pondered for a moment and said: "The soul that is reborn after disintegration will sense the body that is destined to it within a certain range through the power of heavenly cause and effect that envelopes it."

"But this kind of thing is not always accurate once you feel it."

"Souls that are reborn after disintegration have essentially lost their cultivation, so they cannot very well control the power of heaven's cause and effect that surrounds them."

"Because of this, the predestined physical body they sense through the power of heaven's cause and effect is usually relatively vague."

"This kind of fate may mean that the physical body is indeed suitable for rebirth; but it may also mean that the physical body is only close to your Qi, but it is not suitable for you to take over and be reborn."

"As for whether it is suitable or not, ultimately the soul has to go there in person to determine."

"If it is ultimately determined that it is not suitable, the soul can only continue to sense the next destined body through the power of heaven's cause and effect, and then go to confirm again."

"Those who are lucky enough to undergo disintegration and re-reconstruction may be able to find the one that suits them as long as they sense the destined bodies seven or eight times."

"But if you're unlucky, it's really possible to sense it hundreds or thousands of times."

"It is precisely because of this that some immortal cultivators in history have been disintegrated and reborn for thousands of years, but they have not been able to find a suitable physical body, and in the end they can only die."

Hundreds or thousands of times, that would be too unlucky, right?

Liang Ping looked weird, I hope my wife won't be so unlucky!

He shook his head and prepared to continue to understand what he had learned from this journey.

But at this moment, Zhao Mu, who had always been leisurely and contented, suddenly turned cold and stared in the direction of Chisong City in the distance.

"Lord, what's wrong?"

Xiaotian was the first to notice something was wrong.

Hearing this, Liang Ping also looked at him with confusion.

A sneer appeared at the corner of Zhao Mu's mouth: "After two hundred years of peace, Pindao thought it could continue to be peaceful, but unexpectedly, someone finally took action."

Liang Ping frowned: "Master, are you saying that someone took away the soul of the master's wife?"

"Taken away?"

Zhao Mu snorted coldly: "They must also have this ability. Those people just touched the restrictions I set around your master's soul."

"Then we can't spare them."

Xiaotian grinned and revealed a pair of sharp fangs: "My lord, hurry up and go to Chisong City. I want to see where this bastard comes from, so blind?"

"Let's go, I've been bored for two hundred years, and it's really time to do some exercise."

Zhao Mu looked indifferent.

"Hahaha, there's another fight!"

Xiao Tian laughed, and his whole body suddenly erupted with the tyrannical aura of a great demon in the sage realm.

"Woof..."

He looked up to the sky and let out a bark, which rippled like thunder. Then the huge magic power swept up Zhao Mu and Liang Ping, and turned into a stream of light that shot directly into Chisong City.

His speed was extremely fast, and he took the two of them to the sky above Chisong City in an instant, and happened to see Yu Yangzi and Yu Zhenzi who were about to leave.

"It turns out they are two monks in the sage realm. It's strange. With their cultivation, how can they sense the soul of the mistress?"

Xiao Tian spoke in confusion.

Zhao Mu narrowed his eyes slightly: "They should have some kind of special treasure in their hands that allows them to ignore the power of heaven and earth's cause and effect around their souls."

"Is that so?"

Xiaotian bared his teeth and snorted: "That's all, no matter what treasures they have on them, they will all die today. I will bite their necks off."

Liang Ping, who was standing beside him, was a little worried: "Uncle Master, you and the other two are both at the Sage Realm. Are you sure you can defeat two of them alone?"

"Hehe, don't worry. If I am not their opponent, don't you still have your master?"

Xiao Tian grinned, not caring at all.

Master?

Liang Ping looked at Zhao Mu.

Although he respected his master very much, he had to admit that his master's cultivation was not that high.

The Yuanshen Realm is no different from a god for mortals, but it is not good enough for the masters of the Sage Realm.

So he really didn't understand why Uncle Master Xiao Tian was so confident in his master?

At this time, Yu Yangzi on the opposite side spoke: "Three of you, are you the protectors of this soul?"

"Yes, we are the protectors."

Xiao Tian spoke first: "Two little brats, you are really brave. You dare to break the rules of the immortal world and attack the soul that disintegrated and reborn. What, do you think you are not dying fast enough?"

Little brat?

The two were so angry that their mouths were about to twist.

As disciples of the most powerful sect in the area, the Holy Weapon Sect, they were rarely insulted like this.

"Dead dog, the sacred land of the Eastern Region is the territory of our human race, and you, a demon, cannot be arrogant here."

Yu Zhenzi sneered: "Yes, we are breaking the rules of the immortal world, and we are attacking the souls that are disintegrated and reborn."

"But what can you do to me? Kill us? Why?"

"Just the two grasshoppers beside you, the Yuanshen Realm and the Riyou Realm?"

"Humph, I can crush them both with just one finger. I really don't know how you, a great demon in the sage realm, can be treated as a spiritual pet by such a thing?"