The warm morning sun shines into the Tianxuan Pavilion and onto the pretty face of the jade figure on the bed.
Qing Yu got up, put on his clothes, and then he leaned down and kissed Xuan Zhen on his forehead, and whispered against his white earlobe, “I’m going out for a trip, I’ll be back in half a month or more.”
Xuan Zhen, who had kept his eyes closed, opened them abruptly and looked at Qing Yu quietly for a while before closing them again and saying, “Hmm.”
She seemed to see a certain determination in Qing Yu’s eyes, a certain determination that worried her.
But as a partner, the most important thing to do at this time was to be supportive. She could only be supportive too.
“Don’t worry, I’ll be back.” Qing Yu casually inserted a flag and turned around to walk out of Tianxuan Pavilion.
A month pa*sed, and after adjusting and sorting out, Qing Yu carried the ten thousand years of memories given by the Abandoned Heavenly Emperor with the powerful Yuan Shen of the Dao Realm.
How much benefit did this ten thousand years of memory bring to Qing Yu?
Just look at the two people that Qing Yu has now decided to go out and fight against.
Yes, Qing Yu is going out to face off against the Daoist Ancestor and the Buddha Ancestor, for he has gained countless comprehensions from the Abandoned Heavenly Emperor’s memories as well as countless martial arts of the two Buddhist and Daoist schools.
Despite being the founder of the Demon Realm, the Abandoned Heavenly Emperor was extremely knowledgeable about Buddhism, Daoism and Confucianism. After all, he and the Sun God were betting on the victory or defeat of the Demon World and the three religions, and the three religions were the Sun God’s pawns.
This allowed Qing Yu to basically complete his own understanding of both Dao and Buddhism, allowing his three soul incarnations of Buddha, Dao and Devil to be basically complete.
Moreover, thanks to the blessings of these ten thousand years of memories, Qing Yu has gained a deeper understanding of the “God’s Move” and the “Heaven’s Ultimate Sacred Light”, and his own foundation has become deeper and deeper.
However, the subjective consciousness in the memories of the Abandoned Heavenly Emperor was too deep, especially the thoughts of the gods and goddesses that were so high and heartless that even with Qing Yu’s eternal state of mind, he received some influence.
It was for this reason that Qing Yu stayed with Xuan Zhen in the Tianxuan Pavilion for the last three days and did not go out, diluting the feeling of alienation from the earth in some rather ambiguous way.
Now that he had finished adjusting, it was time for him to go out and visit friends.
First of all, it was the Western Region.
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A remote part of Shuzhou, the city of Yellow Sands.
It is near the Western Region and was the first city after entering the Pa*s from the Western Region. When the predecessor of the Devil Buddha led his people into the Pa*s for three days, the first city that was enveloped by the Buddha’s light was Yellow Sand City, and it was on that day that the entire population of Yellow Sand City was brainwashed by the Buddha’s light and became the most devoted believers.
In time, they paved the ladder with corpses and bones to allow the Devil Buddha to appear in the world.
Basically all the people of Shuzhou died in the devil-buddha rebellion, and even today, ten years later, the area is still sparsely populated, especially in the Yellow Sand City, which is close to the Western Region.
Had it not been for the Buddha’s subsequent entry into the Western Region, I fear that this Yellow Sand City would still be empty to this day.
However, in the past, although there were Buddhists in the city, there were only a few in groups, not the large number of people who came and went, as in these days, and the desolation of the city was swept away by the human traffic.
The only inns and restaurants in Yellow Sand City have been very busy in the past two days, especially the one in the east of the city, where even the owner, Kong Laosan, has been running the show.
“Coming~”
Kong Laosan stretched out his voice very pompously, holding a bowl of vegetarian noodles in his hand as he hurried towards the corner of the inn, “This dao – dao dao ——”
Kong Lao San actually found it very rare, for a Taoist priest had actually come to this place where Buddhists traveled, did he not know that the next door was the present day head temple of the Buddhist sect?
So when Somen came, he intended to meet the daring Taoist priest himself.
But when he actually met him, he wanted to go back and slap his own junior twice and tell him to roll up and leave.
The man had a yin and yang tattoo on his clothes, but that didn’t mean he was a Taoist priest. Where was the duster, where was the crown, where were the mango shoes, none of these, what kind of Taoist priest was this?
What’s more, who would dare to have a white hair on a Taoist priest, without fear of being killed by his own family?
Who doesn’t know that the current arch rival of the Daoist sect, the Xuan Sect, has a head of white hair, and any Daoist priest who dares to follow suit will be treated as a spy of the Xuan Sect.
Anyway, Kong Lao-san now avoids people with white hair when he sees them.
So, Kong Lao San’s advance gave a jerk, as if he had no inertia at all, and he turned around calmly, slipping backwards.
However, when he turned around, he found himself on the opposite side of the white-haired figure, with the vegetarian noodle in his hand right in front of him.
“It’s been a long time.”
The white-haired Dignitary of the Xuan Clan took the vegetarian noodles, gently chucked them up and incorporated them into his mouth, “Kong Hangkong.”
In the past, Kong Hangkong, the powerful general under the Holy Virtue Emperor Ji Chengtian, the ‘Huan Yu Blade Sovereign’ who was once considered the most promising to enter the supreme power of the blade dao, was only the owner of an unnamed inn in Huang Sha City at this time.
Oh, by the way, the owner’s wife of this inn was quite similar to the wife of the Jiang family head back then.
“Yes, it’s been a long time,” Kong Hangkong pulled out a smile that was worse than tears, “Xuan Zun.”
The man in front of him had been hiding for more than ten years, hiding in this desolate land near the Western Region, but surprisingly, he still hadn’t eluded him, meeting again today after more than ten years.
“How many years have we not seen each other, eleven? Or twelve years?” Qing Yu asked as he ate his noodles.
“Thirteen years, Xuan Zun.” Kong Hangkong smiled extremely bitterly.
“If you ask me, you shouldn’t actually hide here, this is the closest place to the Western Region, and one day, I will come here. It’s unwise to hide here.”
Qing Yu finished his noodles in three bites and took a sip of the steaming soup, “Go to the divine capital, at least it’s safe there.”
He stood up, “The permission to live in God’s Capital is as much as the money I give you for the noodles. I’m ashamed to say, I haven’t touched money in many years.”
“By the way, the sooner the better.”
In Kong Hangkong’s incredulous eyes, the person in front of him acted like a real old friend, and after catching up with him for a while, he simply left.
His arrival and departure did not alarm anyone other than Kong Hangkong, even the people in this hall full of Buddhists had not noticed the arrival and departure of the arch rival boss, even though Qing Yu’s dress and aura were so distinguished.
It was as if he did not exist, allowing all those who saw him to automatically erase any relevant memories.
Had it not been for the bowl of noodle soup that still carried the residual heat in front of him, Kong Hangkong might also have dismissed it all as an illusion, as a dream.
But now ——
Kong Hangkong bounced up in a flash like his buttocks were on fire and crashed straight through the ceiling above his head, before breaking through a few walls and entering his bedroom.
“Let’s go,” he said anxiously, “to God’s capital.”
The words from Qing Yu had made it clear, advising Kong to hang on to the divine capital, immediately.
For not far from here ——
there was about to be a great battle that not even the Tong Shen realm would be spared.1
