"Grow, live, Lord?"

He Wuhen muttered to himself, repeatedly chanting these three words, but couldn't figure out what it meant.

Even with the help of the system doll, he knew very little about this half of the black stone tablet.

He only knew that this stone tablet was related to the gods and was once the tombstone of a certain god.

As for which god's tombstone was broken, and what power the stone tablet had, he didn't know.

In the end, He Wuhen could only preserve the stone tablet first and leave it to study it slowly later.

Long Yufeng and others were rebuilding the mountain gate, and Mu Zichen and two pets were guarding Tianlong City.

The situation is calm at the moment, and He Wuhen began to refine the Cangyu Emperor, the ancestor of the Li family and others.

"Swish!"

He entered the illusion of time of the Tongtian Tower and sacrificed the Zhoutian Star Cauldron and scattered it in front of him.

In the space in the cauldron, Li Tianxiao, Li Yunxiao and twenty Tianzun masters were still struggling to support them.

He Wuhen killed the twenty Heavenly Venerable masters and Li Yunxiao in the Heavenly Venerable Realm, and refined their souls.

More than 20,000 Lihaimen disciples and the Imperial Guards killed the matter directly and saved all the refining, which had no value to He Wuhen.

Next, he began to refine Li Tianxiao's soul and deprive him of the laws of the great way.

Li Tianxiao was the commander of the imperial guards, and his strength reached the early stage of the Emperor of Heaven, and he only condensed more than 150 great laws.

Moreover, half of the laws of the Great Dao are very mediocre and have no attraction to He Wuhen.

He Wuhen was a little disappointed when he noticed this, "No wonder this guy is so useless and can't even take a single move from me."

However, even though he was disappointed, He Wuhen began to refine Li Tianxiao's soul with the idea that mosquito legs were also flesh.

Four months later, Li Tianxiao's soul was refined, and He Wuhen successfully deprived of seventeen great laws.

The reason why he deprived him of so little was that among his more than 150 great laws, there were only more than 40 that He Wuhen could admire.

After deprivation, He Wuhen’s number of great laws has reached 550.

One colorful halo after another, densely wrapped around the white mist of his soul, and the light was lingering.

"I hope the ancestor of the Li family will not disappoint me."

He Wuhen smiled slightly, and with anticipation, he transferred the soul of the Li family ancestor from the Xuanyuan Sword to the Blood-Drinking Sword and began to refine it.

The ancestor of the Li family is indeed very skilled and has condensed more than 600 rules. He Wuhen chose it and even picked out more than 180 suitable ones.

It took him nearly two years to refine the soul of the ancestor of the Li family and successfully deprive him of sixty-two laws.

"Six hundred and twelve great laws! My strength has been much stronger."

He Wuhen was in a very good mood and began to refine the Cangyu Emperor again.

The foundation and strength of Emperor Cangyu are no worse than those of the Li family ancestor, and are even stronger.

He also has more than 600 rules, and He Wuhen chose more than 120 suitable ones.

"It's a pity that the laws of the great way mastered by Emperor Cangyu have too many repetitions with the laws of the ancestor of the Li family."

He Wuhen sighed with regret and began to refine it with disappointment.

A year and a half later, Emperor Cangyu was also refined and truly died.

He Wuhen successfully deprived of forty-eight laws, and the laws he owned reached 660!

After his skills increased sharply, he was not proud and complacent, and he practiced for a whole year to consolidate the foundation of the Great Dao.

He also mastered the new laws of Tao that he deprived him of, and his combat power was much more perfect and skillful.

After doing this, He Wuhen planned to finish his practice.

He has been practicing in seclusion for nearly five years, and only twenty days have passed in the Tianlong Realm.

The mountain gate of Tianlong Sect has been initially built, and Long Yufeng and the elders are still busy building houses and palaces.

Everything is stable in Tianlong City. Mu Zichen and two pets are directing the people and their peripheral disciples to rebuild Tianlong City.

He Wuhen had nothing to do for the time being, so he remembered another very important thing.

"Since I advanced to the Emperor of Heaven, I have been fighting and practicing, and I have forgotten the matter of the Tower of Heaven."

"There are some secrets hidden in the eighth floor of the Tower of Heaven. Now I should be able to go in and uncover them."

With anticipation, He Wuhen entered the eighth floor of the Tower of Heaven.

"Swish!"

The light shines and the time and space change, He Wuhen feels that he has entered a strange world.

"It's indeed done! The secret that has been puzzled by me for so many years is finally revealed!"

The next moment, He Wuhen came to the eighth level of the Tower of Heaven with his feet on the ground.

This is a dark and light-free world, the sky is as dark as ink, without a single starlight.

The howling wind kept blowing, rolling up his long hair and clothes.

He found himself standing in the dark sky, with a wide and huge river under his feet.

It was a big black river, thousands of miles wide, and millions of miles long.

He Wuhen couldn't see where the black river came from and where it flowed.

The river seems to connect the sky and the earth, life and death, and contains infinite mysteries and mysterious power.

He Wuhen was stunned for a moment and immediately reacted, "Is this... Tongtianhe?"

According to legend, Tongtian River connects the nine heavenly palaces and the underworld, one end is life and the other end is death.

This river is the most mysterious river in the Tianwu world. The river water is dark but not corroded and contains the power of reincarnation.

He Wuhen looked up along the Tower of Tongtian, and saw a black pagoda thousands of miles away above the Tower of Tongtian.

It was a pagoda a hundred miles high, with nine floors above and below, and the octagonal eaves looked exquisite and magnificent.

He Wuhen was stunned for a moment and murmured in disbelief: "Isn't that the Tower of Heaven?"

"What's going on? I'm obviously in the Tower of Tongtian, why can I still see the Tower of Tongtian?"

He Wuhen was full of doubts and his mind was a little confused.

That feeling is like I am looking at a painting, but what I painted in the painting is myself looking at the painting...

"Look at the painting in the painting...well, painting?"

Suddenly, a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, and he vaguely understood something.

His thoughts moved and he was about to fly to the Tower of Heaven.

However, he stayed in place and could not move, and the surroundings were still dark.

The Tower of Tongtian is still surging with black water. The Tower of Tongtian stands on the River of Tongtian, sacred and majestic.

He Wuhen closed his eyes to calm himself down and let his soul and mind go empty.

A few minutes later, when he opened his eyes again, everything in front of him disappeared.

The Tongtian Tower and Tongtian River were gone, leaving only endless darkness.

He Wuhen smiled slightly and said to himself: "It turns out that's just a painting, just an illusion."

At the same time, he found a faint light flashing in the darkness ahead.

The faint starlight is particularly dazzling in the darkness.

He Wuhen flew over quickly and only found that there was a palace in the darkness when he got closer.

The very simple and vicissitudes of palaces are not large in size, but they are particularly sacred and majestic, full of the breath of the emperor's way.

The walls and ground of the palace and the stone slabs are covered with traces of vicissitudes and mottledness.

There is a stone sculpture on the left and right at the gate.

After a closer look, he realized that there was a unicorn on the left and a divine dragon on the right.

The statues of the Qilin and the Divine Dragon are lifelike, exactly the same as the small hair ball and the small green dragon.

With full of doubts, He Wuhen stepped over the palace gate and entered the hall.

The light in the wide hall was dark, with only a dozen statues on both sides emitting starlight.

There are countless moonstones embedded on the dome of the hall, arranged in special directions, and after the moonlight is lit, there is a map of Wuji Stars.

But unfortunately, the age is too old and the moonstone has already exhausted its energy.

Ninety-nine percent of the moonlight stones were dim, with only two or three, and they emitted a faint starlight.

He Wuhen simply closed his eyes and used his spiritual sense to observe everything in the hall.

He suddenly discovered that the layout in this hall looked like the nine-story imperial court.

Six statues stand on both sides of the hall, which add up to twelve statues.
To be continued...