Heavenly Emperor

This autumn, everything is withered, and the ten suns in the sky are also a little dim, shed their brilliance, shining on The Three Realms, but the breath is still hot, making the autumn wind a little hot, burning the people who are going back and forth. Melancholy heart.

There are more days left in the autumn evening, and the sorrowful geese travel to paint in the evening.

This year, fifty years have passed since Xia Qihuafan.

"The demon master Kunpeng has preached Sage!"

And at the end of the fall of the year, accompanied by the autumn breeze blowing the fallen leaves, they brought this news to all parts of The Three Realms, which shocked all beings and caused an uproar in the world!

"The demon master Kunpeng actually preached, the demon race has a Sage!"

"I heard that it is an alternative preaching, there is a lack!"

"But it's Sage too!"

However, it is not waiting for The Three Realms to recover, but after more than a month, the Wu clan also heard the news.

"Ancestral Wudi Jiang, proves the Taoist throne with the luck of the Wu clan!"

The sentient beings in The Three Realms were stunned again, and two Sages appeared one after another, and they were within The Three Realms rather than an endless realm, and they sanctified themselves. This represents too great significance, rare in ancient and modern times.

The sentient beings are surprised, does this herald the immeasurable killing and robbery coming?

...

This winter, everything went round and round, and heavy snow once again covered The Three Realms, causing everything to fall into dormancy, avoiding winter, and the world was bleak and boundless.

Every year, there are people standing by a railing, standing in front of the Xia Dynasty imperial palace, standing on the mountain top of Xuanyuan City in Beizhou, standing anywhere where there is hope to see him, silently waiting for that person's return.

This year, seventy years have passed since Xia Qihuafan.

The matter of the birth of the Lich family, Sage, has subsided over time, and no one talks about it anymore. Even the matter of Xia Qi has become a cloud of smoke. No one mentions it anymore, as if all beings have forgotten it.

Occasionally, there are past events in people's minds, and the creatures of all races just shook their heads, sighed or smiled, and then left them behind.

Seventy years after Transcends Tribulation, he fell into the mortal world and never returned.

In the past, the smoke disappeared and disappeared.

The following year, winter.

At last there was movement from the Purple Cloud Palace, attracting the attention of The Three Realms, and we saw that the purple gas was 30,000 li, permeating the sky, and the Purple Cloud Palace manifested in the chaos, like a lighthouse in the dark, guiding The Three Realms’ The gaze indicates that it is about to open.

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In the autumn of this year, the dead leaves filled the earth, the mighty bell sounded from the Zixiao Palace, the two heavenly gates creaked open, and the ancient decay conveyed the sound of the door shaft turning with the years as if telling the past. All over The Three Realms.

However, only one male figure stepped out of it. He was as rich as jade, handsome and extraordinary, with unparalleled temperament. Wearing a purple dress, it represented that he became the most outstanding practitioner of this session of the Zixiao Palace.

The other three thousand practitioners have not yet appeared, because they are sprinting for the highest Realm they can reach, with the last period of time left before the end of the Purple Cloud Palace.

At the same time, the Taoist ancestor's word came out, informing everyone that the purple-clothed man had obtained the Dao good fortune and was selected as the Taoist birth, and he would be ranked seventh in the future.

That is the immortal holy throne, known as the holy ancestor, supervising The Three Realms instead of the Taoist ancestor, and is in charge of all living beings.

On this day, The Three Realms was shocked, and the clans were in chaos!

And this man, it is Yin Shang Wei Zhongyan!

This year, ninety years have passed since Xia Qihuafan.

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The border of Yin and Shang Dynasty, Tianlan Prefecture, a small town with a courtyard.

The location here is close to the border and few people set foot, so this small city is very dilapidated and not prosperous. Apart from the Yin merchants, there are no other ethnic groups living in it.

In this small city, the most powerful cultivator is nothing but Realm, so he is already the lord of this city. Most of the people in this city are mortals, and there are very few practitioners. They live a peaceful life and don't know what's going on outside the city.

There are not many residents in the city, and with the arrival of winter, all doors are closed. In addition to eating and drinking, the boring people are nesting on the hot kang with their arms around the mother-in-law to work hard, looking forward to a big belly in the coming year, and inherit the incense. It would be better to give birth to a child who has the qualifications for spiritual practice.

To the west of the city, there is an ordinary family.

As the heavy snow fluttered down again, the small courtyard was quickly covered in silver, just as the limerick said: The heaven and the earth are general, and there are black holes in the well. The black dog is white, and the white dog is swollen.

There was a big black dog lying under the corner of the yard. It fell asleep while pulling its ears. It occasionally opened its dim eyes to look around, and then continued to sleep listlessly. In the harsh north wind, the black dog fell asleep. So peaceful.

The east wing of the yard is very old, and even the broken wooden door is still leaking. The owner of this family lives inside. The house is old and dull, with hoarseness and heavy sighs, representing The master's age is too late, not many years old.

Neighbors in the neighbourhood know that the old couple had no children and no daughters. They settled here decades ago, and they have lived together until now, but as they get older and older, their physical condition is getting worse this year, and they may be going to bed soon. Got it.

It's just a pity that no descendants will send them off, nor is it right, and the big black dog in the yard can send them the last ride.

Mortals born, old, sick, and dead!

It often makes mortals sigh so much.

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