On the Taiyin Mountain, Yin Qi is lingering, and dark patterns spread across the mountain, emitting strong fluctuations.

The Taiyin Temple stands on the top of the mountain, ancient and solemn, and the stone statues inside it exude power.

The ancestor of the Styx was silent, his face was solemn and he had not spoken.

"Why don't you speak?" There was no slight wave on Empress Pingxin's beautiful face.

"Do you think it's difficult for Yang Xuan to become a saint?"

Hearing this, the ancestor of the Styx sighed. He looked at Yang Xuan who was climbing up the mountain and whispered: "Empress, I can't guess."

"After all, it's too difficult to become a saint. Even I am stuck there, so what qualifications are there to judge Yang Xuan?"

Empress Pingxin looked at the ancestor of the Styx and smiled gently, like a blooming Nether flower.

"You didn't become a saint because of bad luck, and the obstacles of those people, you got stuck here."

The ancestor of the Styx looked dim and shook his head and sighed.

"Don't be depressed, those guys will be settled sooner or later." Empress Pingxin's face looked a little cold.

"They didn't know how to stop you back then, and even attacked me when I was weak. These hatreds need to be said after all."

"Everything depends on the Empress."

Empress Pingxin shook her head and said, "Styx, you are wrong. All this depends on Yang Xuan."

Upon hearing this, the ancestor of the Styx was shocked. He did not expect that Empress Pingxin would have such a high evaluation of Yang Xuan.

Those who are all saints and have lived for a long time. Is it really possible for Yang Xuan, a young man who is vague and uncertain in becoming a saint to shake the power of the saints?

"Wait, these three realms will eventually tremble."

At this time, Yang Xuan had already climbed to the top of the mountain. His face was solemn, and he saluted Empress Pingxin and the ancestor of the Styx.

"Yang Xuan meets the Empress, and meets the Ancestor of the Styx."

"Brother Yang Xuan, now you have broken through the Quasi Saint, so you don't have to give such a great tribute to me," said the Ancestor Styx with a smile.

"Yang Xuan remembers the kindness of the ancestor, and the etiquette must be reduced."

"Haha, Brother Yang Xuan, I appreciate your style more and more."

Yang Xuan smiled, then looked at Empress Pingxin and said, "Empress, Yang Xuan thanked the Empress again for his great kindness."

Empress Pingxin nodded and accepted it calmly, not like the Ancestor of the Styx.

"Your fortune is all your income, and you don't need to be grateful to anyone."

"Thank you, Empress." Yang Xuan spoke.

"Empress, Yang Xuan has something unknown."

"speak!"

"Did the Empress know for a long time that Buddhism is difficult to save me?"

Upon hearing this, Empress Pingxin's face was calm, but the ancestor of the Styx was slightly shocked.

Could it be that all this was really arranged by Empress Pingxin?

"Yang Xuan, you will slowly know some things. As long as you remember, even the entire Three Realms will be difficult to restrain your steps."

Upon hearing this, Yang Xuan was shocked and looked shocked.

Although he didn't know what kind of shocking identity he had, he always felt that his path was under the control of Empress Pingxin.

This made him feel bad.

Although he knew that Empress Pingxin had no malice, the feeling of being controlled by others was very bad.

"Empress, have you planned my way?"

Yang Xuan's face was solemn, and he felt a little resistant.

It seemed that after seeing through Yang Xuan's thoughts, there was a hint of relief in Empress Pingxin's eyes.

"Your path is your way. What kind of achievements can be achieved is also your own fortune. No one outsider can interfere, even me," said Empress Pingxin.

Upon hearing this, Yang Xuan felt a little relieved.

If a saint interferes with him, he will be difficult to surpass his life.

Yang Xuan did not stay on Taiyin Mountain for too long.

He heard what he wanted to hear and quickly bid farewell to Empress Pingxin.

He did not return to Fengdu City, but walked back along the cycle of reincarnation.

He had signed in to Sansheng Stone and Wangxiangtai that day, but stopped in front of Naihe Bridge.

It’s not that he doesn’t want to climb, but that he can’t go up.

Whenever he wants to climb the Naihe Bridge, a powerful force will push him out.

He still remembers that there was a peerless figure standing on the railing on the Naihe Bridge, Meng Nu.

There is absolutely nothing to do with him and Meng Nu.

She is very important to herself. Whenever she thinks of her, her heart will always feel a little painful.

Yang Xuan didn't know why this happened, but he felt that there was definitely something secret there was.

He was from the ancient witch clan in his first life and later died in the Lich War.

And all the tribe members seemed to be trying hard to protect him.

What is his identity?

Why are everyone trying hard to protect him?

Moreover, the Lich War has been many years since then, so why has he only reincarnated for two lifetimes?

Yang Xuan is definitely sure about this.

On the Three Lives Stone, I only saw the first two lives, and the first life was erased.

Now it seems that my first life should be the witch clan's life.

Since the death of the witch clan, I have only reincarnated for two lifetimes in the next long period of time.

No one knows what happened during this period.

But Empress Pingxin and Meng Nu must know.

Yang Xuan had a lot of thoughts in his heart, and he was eager to know the truth.

The cycle of reincarnation is long, and the rich yin energy is shrouded in front of it, and this ancient road extends into it.

On both sides are some unknown blue and dark flowers, rooted on both sides of the cycle of reincarnation, swaying and shining.

Yang Xuan walked along the way and met a group of ghosts who were escorting the dead.

They saluted Yang Xuan one after another, then raised their chests and walked straight forward.

Soon, Yang Xuan saw Naihe Bridge.

Yin Qi is lingering, and an ancient bridge stands on the Forgetful River.

Above the Naihe Bridge, a peerless figure stands on the railing.

She was dressed in white, with long hair, and a beautiful face that looked a little pale. She was serving soup for the passing souls.

Time goes by, every day is like this.

Meng Nu seemed to have also noticed Yang Xuan in the distance. She looked up gently. When she saw Yang Xuan, the jade hand that served the soup trembled slightly, and the ancient bowl in her hand almost fell.

"Yang Xuan, you..."

Meng Nu's heart was unstable, her face showed desolation, and her eyes were filled with mist when she looked at Yang Xuan.

"Mengnu, I'm here again." Yang Xuan spoke. Whenever he saw Mengnu, he couldn't help feeling a sense of pain in his heart.

Suddenly, Meng Nu's face changed and she looked shocked.

She didn't expect that Yang Xuan had reached the quasi-saint.

At this moment, Meng Nu could no longer hold it back and her face was covered with tears.

For countless years, she has been missing him day and night, but she never dared to urge him.

She knew that he was carrying too much.

At this moment, when Meng Nu knew that she could see Yang Xuan’s cultivation level, her heart that had been covered in countless years suddenly collapsed.

Seeing the tears on Meng Nu's face, Yang Xuan felt an unspeakable sadness in his heart.

"Wait for me!" For some reason, Yang Xuan had an inexplicable impulse in his heart. He wanted to climb the Naihe Bridge and stand beside Meng Nu.

Thinking of this, Yang Xuan flashed and walked towards the Naihe Bridge.

Wong!

Just as he was about to approach the Naihe Bridge, a terrifying force suddenly filled the Naihe Bridge.

Yang Xuan's expression changed. This power was terrifying and swept directly into him.

He snorted coldly and suddenly burst out, and a terrifying wave in his body spread out, resisting this force.

Twist!

Yang Xuan couldn't help but take a few steps back.

Then he suddenly exerted force on his right foot and stepped on the ground, and the entire void was shocked.

Yang Xuan stood firm and moved forward again, carrying a lot of pressure to walk towards the Naihe Bridge.
To be continued...