"But is the Book of Eternal Worlds trustworthy? That Creator is really sealed? Is what we see now a scam?"

For juniors like Yunyang Hou, they actually suppressed the Creator of the Sixth Realm alone and took out a brand new plan to save the world, which made them very distrustful.

After all, at the Ancient Conference, they did not even agree with the plans of the forces such as fortune and Miro.

Marquis Yunyang took off his robe, revealing the scars burned by the black flames of the world.

The evil and hideous burn marks were almost everywhere he was hiding.

"You may not believe me, but you should believe in the divine birds in the second universe, right? After I got the Book of Eternal World, I was skeptical and I specifically asked them to confirm it."

"Have you broken into the ruins of the Xuanniao Universe?"

"Impossible, you don't know how to get in?"

But soon, the immortals reacted.

Xuanniao Xiao!

Xiao was originally an immigrant from the second universe and had a good relationship with Zhuansun. When Yunyang Hou asked them for help, they would definitely not stand back on their feet.

At the same time, this also made the immortals of Qiankun understand how Yunyang Hou cheated his juniors.

The spear is definitely an evil thing condensed by the power of destruction, and it defeats the power of the universe in all worlds.

And that strange white mist should be the reversal change of Guixu Black Water, so it can restrain the immortal energy and power of the Gang.

The immortals began to communicate again and considered the plan of Yunyang Hou.

"I respect all seniors. Without you, there would be no Dakun world at the moment. But it is not a cheap thing to shout every day against the will of heaven and disobey fate. Isn't it easier to follow the fate of heaven and find our opportunity to save the world?"

If the fate of the twelve universes is regarded as a chess game.

The Creators of the First Universe want to jump out and be referees.

Yunyang Hou plays within the rules of the game and wants to be the winner...

The people of Qiankun Taoism confused the secrets of heaven through variables outside the sky, so they wanted to completely overturn the chessboard and destroy the game.

No matter how you look at it, Yunyang Hou’s idea is the most worry-free.

but--

Can he really control everything through the Book of the World?

The immortal Qiankun does not believe this.

They didn't believe that the conspiracy of the first universe would fall into the hands of the little figure Yunyang Hou.

...

In Hunyuan Palace, the true spirit of the Spirit Emperor gave a look when the Creator of the First Universe descended.

But when the other party was suppressed by Yunyang Hou, he withdrew his eyes.

"Gao Xuan's descendants are really promising. They can actually kill a creator? If he hadn't had enough qualifications, perhaps this path of pursuing martial arts can really be done."

The Emperor of Spirit disdained Yunyang Hou's plan to carry out a major migration plan in three thousand years.

"Erasing the pollution and interference of the first universe, the Book of Eternal World can indeed restore its true form and serve as a tool for calculating fate. But we are not qualified to be involved in the thirteenth universe."

After saying that, the Spirit Emperor stood up and looked at the chaos.

The Taoist Piaomiao also realized something and walked carefully in the chaos.

Finally he saw a man.

The man stood in the vast chaos and was interpreting Hongmeng from the most primitive Taiyi stage with the five innate Taoisms.

The expression of the Piaomiao Taoist changed, and he finally pronounced a name: "Hunyuan Daozu?"

The pioneer of the immortal path that disappeared in the third universe is also the well-known seventh realm.

When he stood there, he revealed the concept of "Huanyuan" to all living beings.

At this moment, Hunyuan Daozu was trying to create the world, which is the thirteenth universe recorded in the book.

This universe is not where ordinary people live, but the so-called holy realm.

All the highest world that can only be entered by those who have attained saints and those who are about to attain saints are the ultimate form of the Hunyuan Dao Realm.

In layman's terms, this is a world created by the Hunyuan Daozu for beings above the sixth realm.

...

The West, the desolate land.

Zhuanyang used his jade pendant to vaguely locate the approximate direction.

But Zhuan Yun interfered secretly, and he was unable to find Peng Yu's traces for a long time.

Until he saw a faint blue dream butterfly.

"Dream Butterfly? How can this kind of thing survive in this extreme west? And -"

Zhuanyang vaguely remembered that his elder brother seemed to have given him a dream butterfly.

The butterflies danced and flew around Zhuanyang twice, then flew in a certain direction like a guide.

Zhuanyang chased after him until he saw the familiar outline from afar.

Suddenly, Zhuanyang's body stiffened.

He couldn't feel Peng Yu's breath.

"Is it a magic method like turtle breathing and holding your breath?"

Zhuanyang comforted him so much and rushed over quickly.

There was no one around, only a corpse with a hole in his chest leaning against Shanyan.

He is dead.

Peng Yu is dead.

It seemed as if he fell into the snow and ice. Zhuanyang stood there quietly, saying that he could not take a step.

After many years, I have once again experienced the departure of people close to me.

Zhuanyang is close to many people, and many people are placed in his own protection.

But among these many relatives, friends and teachers, he has only lost three important figures.

When he was three years old, his biological mother left.

When he was seven years old, his grandfather passed away.

And now, Peng Yu is gone.

"How could it be him? How could he die?"

Zhuanyang considered himself, father, second brother, and even the Divine Emperor, but never thought that Peng Yu and his elder brother would die.

Because - they are immortals.

The immortal path is immortal and long-lasting, they live far longer than themselves.

"Didn't you say that in the future, when I die, I will come to see me off in person?"

The sun rain drizzled, and Zhuanyang untied his outer robe and covered Peng Yu. Then he picked him up.

The cold temperature made his fingers tremble slightly

There is no doubt that one thing is clearly stated: Peng Yu is dead.

Looking at the rain falling in the sky, he hugged Peng Yu and left this ominous place.

But because of the heavy rain, he chose to find a cave to avoid it for the time being.

He carefully kept Peng Yu's body, but he did not light a bonfire, just sat next to Peng Yu and spoke in the darkness.

"This kind of gloomy and terrifying environment is most suitable for zombies. It would be great if you become a zombie or a resentful ghost.

"Do you know, I plan to expose your identity when you bid farewell on the day you leave. Look at your terrified expression."

Sitting next to his friend, Zhuanyang was nagging and telling all kinds of complaints.

"You are so angry that you are so angry that you are. The difference is too big with the original iceberg face."

"I got sick on purpose in order to keep you, but I got sick. Fortunately, you are quite loyal and didn't choose to leave at that time. Otherwise, Mr. Wang and I would lose our heads!"

When he whispered and expressed his feelings, he recalled the little things he had with Peng Yu.

Just like when he was sitting in front of the sickbed, recalling how he got along with his grandfather.

Just like before, he stood barefoot in the snow, recalling his mother's voice and appearance.

But he got along with Peng Yu much more than with his grandfather and biological mother.

In this short 100-year-old life, most of the time there are traces of Peng Yu.

Suddenly, Zhuanyang thought of something.

Staring at his dantian, he took a deep breath and forced out the Hunyuan Jindan inside his body.
Chapter completed!