Eternal Life: My Millennia in the Jiaofang Division

"There is no need to belittle yourself. There is indeed something in your reflection that I cannot reach."

Zhao Mu smiled and put away the tea set on the table: "Okay, this time we are going to the Eastern Divine Land. It will probably take decades to go back and forth."

"I'll give you ten days to arrange things in the Northern Territory."

"In ten days, I will be waiting for you outside Wanshui Daze. Then we will leave the Northern Territory together."

"Yes, Lord Mingzun."

Ruan Bikong lowered his head and cupped his hands. When he raised his head again, Zhao Mu was no longer in front of him.

"It was really easy to leave."

She shook her head slightly, opened the window next to the table, and took a deep breath of the fresh air outside.

"I'm finally out of seclusion. It's been two hundred years. The time of a cultivator is really worthless!"

"Well... the demon race can be considered a kind of immortal cultivator, after all, they are all pursuing the path of immortality?"

Ruan Bikong raised his head and stared at the blue sky in the distance: "I didn't expect that the opportunity of immortality that I searched hard for in my previous life, but could not step into in my life, is now at my fingertips after recovering my memory. Things in this world are really wonderful."

"I never expected that reincarnation really exists in this world, and that there really are past and present lives."

"I don't know where those old friends have been reincarnated now, and whether we will ever see each other again."

"Your Majesty, although you were a wise king back then, your pursuit of immortality was equally tireless."

"It's just a pity that the Jin Dynasty at that time was just a mortal country, and the immortal way was extinct. Your pursuit is doomed to be in vain."

"I wonder how you would feel if you knew that I have now entered the path of immortality."

"And that poison doctor."

Speaking of Poison Doctor, Ruan Bikong had a complicated look in his eyes. It was unclear whether it was hatred or nostalgia.

"I died in your hands back then, but I don't know whether to hate or be grateful for you."

"Although I was killed by you, I was already in agony."

"I have loved beauty all my life, but I turned into a monster because of demonization. I couldn't even die by myself. I finally relied on you to get relief."

"Tell me, should I be grateful to you?"

Ruan Bikong shook his head and sighed secretly in his heart.

What happened before is now in the past!

The people from the previous life are long gone!

What's the point of thinking about this now?

Let’s continue to live a good life, right?

I don’t know what the Northern Territory Mingzun wants to deduce when he asks me to go to the Eastern Territory Divine Land?

Northern Territory Mingzun is one of the few masters in the world today. If you can help him, it will be of great benefit to yourself.

…

Ten days later, on a riverside outside Wanshui Daze, Zhao Mu stood with his hands behind his hands, staring at the fish swimming in the river.

Suddenly, a stream of light flew from Wanshui Daze and landed behind him.

"Greetings to Lord Mingzun."

"Well, everything has been explained?"

"Replying to your lord, everything has been explained."

Ruan Bikong responded.

"Then let's go. By the way, this trip needs to be kept secret. Please change your appearance so that no one can see through your identity."

Zhao Mu turned around.

"good."

Ruan Bikong's magic power has changed and his appearance has changed.

At this moment, Zhao Mu opened his palms, and a formation disk flew out from his palm and landed on the ground. What was clearly engraved on the formation disk was the moving formation.

The formation disk became ten feet in diameter, and the two of them stood on it.

With a burst of space distortion, the formation disk had torn apart the space, leading the two of them to escape overseas.

All the way across the sea.

Even though Zhao Mu's incarnation has the strength to dominate the realm, even if he has prepared to move the array in advance.

It took the two of them several years to finally reach the Eastern Divine Land.

Sacred Artifact Sect.

On the towering mountain peaks, magnificent palaces stand tall, looking quite impressive.

At this time, there was a faint fluctuation in the sky, and then a formation disk appeared out of thin air and hovered there.

Zhao Mu put away the array and said, "Okay, we are already at the place."

Ruan Bikong brushed away the clouds and looked curiously. Is this really an immortal sect? "

"Didn't you say that your friend didn't destroy the Sacred Artifact Sect back then? Where are all their disciples?"

I saw many people worshiping.

However, these people are almost all ordinary mortals. The occasional few immortal cultivators do not look like disciples of the Sacred Artifact Sect, but are here to have fun.

"It is indeed a bit strange. My friend back then only had Dao Lingzi, the leader of the Sacred Artifact Sect killed, and did not kill all of the Sacred Artifact Sect. Why does it seem like there is no disciple left now?"

Zhao Mu was also confused: "Let's go down and have a look. First, ask what's going on?"

The two people flew down and followed the flow of people worshiping into the Sacred Artifact Sect's mountain gate.

Zhao Mu looked at the mortals who entered the palace to worship. Some were seeking fame, some were seeking karma, and some were sincerely begging for a child, hoping to have two in three years.

This makes the entire Sacred Artifact Sect look more like a scenic spot than an Immortal Sect.

At this time, a middle-aged immortal cultivator passed by, and Zhao Mu quickly stopped him: "This fellow Taoist, you are a poor Taoist."

The middle-aged immortal cultivator stopped and looked over with surprise in his eyes, as if he had just discovered that the person walking next to him was also an immortal cultivator.

Those who can prevent themselves from detecting the aura of cultivation must have a higher cultivation level than themselves.

So the middle-aged immortal cultivator was very kind: "You are so polite, fellow Taoist, but I don't know why you stopped me at the Taoist Institute?"

Zhao Mu pointed around and asked: "I heard that the Holy Artifact Sect was proficient in refining weapons in my early years, so I came here from another place this time, just to ask the Holy Artifact Sect to help me refine a magic weapon."

"But when I got here, I found that the gate of the Holy Artifact Sect had become like this. There were mortals everywhere worshiping, but I couldn't find a single disciple of the Holy Artifact Sect."

"So I want to ask you, how could the Holy Artifact Sect become like this?"

The middle-aged cultivator sighed: "Hey, it's not surprising that you didn't know since you came from another place. I can only say that the Holy Artifact Sect is asking for trouble."

"Originally, the Holy Artifact Sect was one of the best immortal sects in this area. If nothing unexpected happened, they should be able to continue to pass on their legacy here."

"How unlucky! They actually broke the rules of the immortal cultivation world several years ago and wanted to capture a soul that had disintegrated and re-cultivated."

"If it was the soul of an ordinary immortal cultivator, it would be fine, but the protector behind that soul was Feng Linghuo, the commander of the imperial guards of the Holy Tree Immortal Kingdom."

"That Feng Linghuo is a master of the quasi-god realm, and he is also in a high position and has great power. How can the Holy Artifact Sect provoke such a being?"

Zhao Mu frowned slightly: "Did Feng Linghuo destroy the Holy Artifact Sect?"

"No, it didn't."

The middle-aged immortal cultivator shook his head: "At that time, Feng Linghuo was very restrained and only killed the sect master Dao Lingzi, but he couldn't resist the greed of others."

"Others?" Zhao Mu was puzzled: "Daoyou, you mean..."