Eternal Life: My Millennia in the Jiaofang Division

Just when Gu Wuxue was still shocked, he saw countless phantoms of living beings all over the Southern Immortal Realm, suddenly kneeling in one direction, as if they were worshiping some supreme being.

"Pilgrimage to the country? Impossible. Is Chu Jinghong crazy?"

"How could he let Lieyang's national destiny bow to others? In this case, the person who is worshiped by the national destiny will no longer be restricted by the national destiny in the future?"

"Who is it, who is doing anything to the Lieyang Kingdom?"

"What a great gesture!"

Gu Wuxue's eyes widened in shock, as if he had seen a ghost.

The countless phantoms of living beings that materialize the national destiny represent the will of this world, and also represent the will of God in this world.

And when they worship a certain person, it is equivalent to recognizing that there is an existence in this land that is beyond the destiny of the country, and even beyond the destiny of the entire southern region.

Of course, this kind of detachment does not mean that Zhao Mu is already above the destiny and can directly control the destiny of the Southern Region, or the destiny of the country of Lieyang.

Today, the master of Lieyang's national destiny is still Chu Jinghong.

But from then on, the Lieyang National Destiny could no longer bite Zhao Mu.

Even the master Chu Jinghong can no longer find traces of Zhao Mu in Lieyang National Destiny, let alone use the National Destiny to do any shady things like curses on Zhao Mu.

This is a mysterious realm in which the heaven and the earth decline but I will not decline, all living beings will perish but I will not perish, and all things will reincarnate but I will be the only one in the world.

And this kind of state made Gu Wuxue envious.

"Pilgrimage to the national destiny!"

"Tsk, tsk, now the practice of cultivation in the Southern Territory is declining, the number of geniuses emerging, and the speed of cultivation of the monks are far from being comparable to those in other major regions."

"But this person who has accepted the worship of the National Fortune is no longer suppressed by the fate of the Southern Region on his practice. Not to mention other things, this benefit alone is enviable."

"But who did this?"

"A person with this kind of method, even if it is a trick, I am afraid that he must at least have a cultivation level above the immortal realm."

"Nowadays, in the entire southern realm of immortal cultivation, apart from me and Chu Jinghong, the only immortal masters are Taoist Wan Yu. Could it be that he was the one who took action?"

"That's not right. The direction of worship for these phantoms that represent the destiny of the country seems to be outside the East China Sea. Master Wan Yu is not outside the East China Sea. So who is the one who did it?"

Gu Wuxue was greatly puzzled: "But no matter who this person is, he definitely did not create such a big scene just to transcend the national destiny."

"This person must have a deeper plan. I didn't expect that in the Southern Immortal Cultivation World, besides Taoist Wan Yu, there would be such a secretive guy."

"Hey, I don't know if I am right or wrong in returning to the Southern Territory this time. I always feel that something big is going to happen here."

At this time, the changes in the Southern Territory did not attract the attention of others.

No matter ordinary mortals or those monks who fly to the sky and escape from the earth, they can't see the shadows of creatures appearing out of thin air around them.

Because their cultivation level is not high enough, they are not yet able to see the concrete destiny of the country.

Feitian Pavilion.

When the concrete national destiny gradually dissipated, Chu Jinghong finally slowly opened his eyes.

A faint white light appeared in his palm.

Chu Jinghong stared at the white light and frowned slightly, knowing in his heart that it should be a memory of his own.

But at this moment, he could no longer remember what this memory contained.

"Master Wan Yu, remember your promise. From now on, we will not interfere with the river."

Chu Jinghong raised his hand and threw the white light to Zhao Mu.

"Haha, don't worry, Pindao is not a person who likes to cause trouble. As long as you don't take the initiative to provoke, we will naturally be in peace."

Zhao Mu took the white light and looked at Chu Jinghong's eyes, so he smiled and said: "Okay, Lord Saint, there is no need to think about what this memory is, you can't remember it."

"By the way, Pindao also has a small request. I wonder if the Holy Ancestor can agree to it?"

"what else do you want?"

Chu Jinghong frowned.

"Haha, don't be nervous, Holy Ancestor. Pindao just wants a piece of land from you to use as his own dojo."

Zhao Mu smiled lightly and said: "On the east side of the Southern Territory, after crossing the Impasse Forest, there is a piece of land that is not too big."

"There used to be a mortal kingdom called the Jin Dynasty, but the dynasty changed a long time ago. Now it should be called the Tianyou Dynasty."

"Compared to the Southern Territory, that piece of land is as insignificant as a grain of rice. I believe the Holy Ancestor won't care about it, right?"

"I wonder if the Holy Ancestor is willing to cede it to Pindao and cut off his destiny connection with the Southern Territory?"

Chu Jinghong thought for a moment, and in his long memory, there seemed to be a land to the east of the Impasse Forest.

However, the area there is remote, the land is barren, and the cultivation resources are far inferior to other places. Since ancient times, almost no one who is a truly powerful force has paid attention to it.

"What do you want there?"

Chu Jinghong asked doubtfully.

"Haha, it's nothing. It's just that I can't leave my homeland, so I just want to build a dojo there."

Zhao Mu said with a smile and spread his palms, and saw hundreds of people as big as millet grains lying in his palms.

These people were all captured by him from Sansheng Chanyuan.

"How about it, Lord Saint Ancestor, there should be many people in the court hoping that you can rescue their family members."

"How about Pindao using these people in exchange for that piece of land?"

"In exchange for the stability of the court in a remote and worthless land, you can definitely make a profit without losing anything."

Looking at the smiling Zhao Mu, Chu Jinghong felt that he had been plotted again.

But as Zhao Mu said, he really couldn't think of any harm to himself in exchanging a piece of remote land for the stability of the imperial court.

After thinking for a long time, Chu Jinghong finally nodded: "Okay, I've made this deal."

Now that he has agreed, he will stop talking nonsense.

I saw Chu Jinghong making seals with his hands, closing his eyes and mobilizing Lieyang's fortune, and found the land to the east of the Impasse Forest, directly cutting off its fate connection with the southern land.

Suddenly, there was a faint roar in the void, like thunder in the clear sky.

Since then, that land has become an independent existence and no longer belongs to the Southern Territory.

Zhao Mu smiled when he saw this: "Haha, the Holy Ancestor is really happy, so I won't say anything more. You can take these people away."

As he spoke, he raised his hand and tossed it, and those people who were as big as grains of rice fell into Chu Jinghong's hands one after another.

"Do you really have no other requests?" Chu Jinghong asked with a frown.

"Of course not. Pindao has received enough today." Zhao Mu replied with a smile.

But his smiling look made Chu Jinghong feel nervous.

Chu Jinghong thought about it carefully and found that when he came today, he seemed to have just handed over a memory.

Although I don’t know what that memory is, since I will agree to it, it must not be extremely important.

In addition, he also handed over a remote piece of land, and there was nothing else.

Looking at it this way, it seems that I didn't lose much today. This Wanyu Taoist tried every means to force me to come. Is it really just for this?

Chu Jinghong always felt that things were not that simple.

So until he left Feitian Pavilion, Zhao Mu's smiling face still appeared in his mind from time to time.

"Could it be that something happened just now that I don't know about?" Chu Jinghong muttered to himself.

I don’t know when he will find out about the national destiny pilgrimage?