After a long time, the corners of the old man's eyes twitched slightly, and he slowly opened his eyes.

The old man's eyes have long been devoid of the essence of ordinary martial artists, his divine thoughts fit the heaven and earth, and his cultivation has long been mellow and consistent, and the polishing of his life has made his Taoism precipitate into his bones, and he can move his body at will, and follow the law with one thought.

Such a realm is called returning to the basics in the martial arts, and in the entire Hanyu Dynasty, there are only a few martial arts celebrities, and the Elder Ancestor can do it.

"Is this the scene of 'thinking of heaven and earth, soul wandering too empty'? Isn't this the scene when the sect was newly established?"

The old man's mind seemed to be retracted, but there was a look of doubt in his eyes. If Ye Han was here, I am afraid that he would immediately be able to recognize the breath of this gray-haired old man and the breath of the snow dragon mountain shadow that had just manifested in the sea of mayflies.

"Strange, if it is a inheritance left in ancient times, it must have a place in the Heavenly Dao, even if the mountain is closed and silent for ten thousand years, it should not reopen the legal domain, and the divine mind travels to the Heavenly Dao?"

The old man's eyes had already opened, but what his pupils reflected did not seem to be the shadow of this Jade Pavilion, and in his eyes, he seemed to see the golden dragon swimming in the sea of mayflies through the barrier of heaven and earth.

"This sect is really weird, although the Qi Luck Condensation Method is not as good as the First Grade Dao Sect, it is not far behind......

"Being able to reopen the mountain gate after 10,000,000 years of closure and reunite with luck to reach this realm in one fell swoop, I don't know how much background there is, this sect cannot be underestimated......"

Although the Divine Mind Wandering Heavenly Dao should be the scene when the sect was newly established, this old man did not think that this sect that condensed the golden dragon's luck would be a newly opened Dao sect.

If a sect is newly established, it can condense its luck to this extent, and then the promotion of the sect rank in the world will not be so difficult.

The grade of the sect is the convergence of time, location, and people, and it takes thousands of years for one side of the Xuanmen to polish it, and the difference is thousands of miles apart.

If this were not the case, the one-grade Dao Sect between heaven and earth that could make qi luck condense into form would not be only the number of ten directions. The Holy Land Xuanzong, which can evolve the Cave Heaven Law Phase and suppress the void on one side, will not only have three mountains.

The gray-haired old man's eyes reflected the golden shadow of the dragon, his brows furrowed slightly, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

But soon, the golden light emanating from the golden dragon's body returned to its body, which was the appearance of the original god returning to the deity.

Seeing the golden light slowly converging from outside the nine clouds, the old man's eyes couldn't help but show a touch of envy.

Wandering the world and minding the void.

This is an opportunity that only the ancestors of the founding sect can get, after the sect takes charge of the establishment of the Taoist Xuanmen, the shape of the gathering of luck, the spirit can rely on the support of luck to wander in the world.

A single thought is millions of miles, and in a few breaths, you can travel all over the entire Zhongtian Continent. Moreover, the power of the Yuan Shen and the Zhou Tian Avenue travel together, which is a unique opportunity for the martial artists who fully comprehend the Great Dao.

Although he Ji Wuchen is the lord of the Holy Land, he has passed on the Snow Dragon Mountain to him for many generations, so it is naturally impossible to have this opportunity to travel to the world.

Ye Han, who had fallen into the realm of emptiness in the sea of mayflies, seemed to have begun to wake up, and the feeling just now was very mysterious, as if he was sleeping in a dream. But the feeling of wandering the mountains and rivers and observing the thousands of sects and sects has not dissipated like a dream.

In the Xuantian Dao Sect's Taixu Jade Divine Realm, Ye Hanpan sat on the glazed roof of the Jiuyaotong Xuan Pagoda, and the huge golden divine dragon continued to swim around his body like this, looking at it from a distance, it was like the Dragon Pan Divine Tower, and it was terrifying.

Canglong raised his head, looking at the young man sitting on the top of the pagoda with a pair of golden eyes, and opened its huge mouth silently, but did not swallow it like a beast, but swayed golden light from its mouth, integrating into Ye Han's body.

Ye Han's body was originally under the reflection of this Jiuyao Tong Xuan Pagoda, manifesting divine light, and at this time, with the help of the shadow of the golden dragon, the whole body was almost cast in gold.

After a while, the golden light on his body seeped into his skin like flowing water, converging along his eight meridians into the Divine Pill on his chest, and some of them even scattered into his limbs, and there was no trace.

As his fingers trembled slightly, Ye Han's eyes slowly opened when the golden light dissipated, and there was still that void-like color, but faintly, there was a sense of vastness.

One thought is too empty, and one breath travels the world.

The feeling of this divine thought being integrated into the Heavenly Dao was really wonderful, and in just a few breaths, his already different Yuan Shen power had increased significantly, and even his heart became more and more tenacious.

However, for Ye Han, this may not be his biggest gain.

Divine thoughts travel the world, and there are also strong and weak points. The stronger the luck of the sect, the more abundant the benefits will naturally be when it travels too empty.

This kind of gap has not been noticed by anyone for countless years, even if it is a holy land, when it has just established a sect, it is also a small sect with invisible luck.

What kind of Xuanmen can be like Ye Han, when he opened the sect, he directly inherited the blessings of the half-step holy land.

This so-called sect blessing is not just a wisp of residual luck. The Jade God Sect was full of deaths, and in addition to those forbidden martial arts arrays that could be used against the enemy, the other treasures in the sect had not been consumed much, especially the martial arts books were almost well preserved.

And when Ye Han came here, he directly refined the core of the Cave Heaven and took the entire Cave Heaven Blessed Land away by root.

Even in the tens of thousands of years of the Zhongtian Continent, when the Xuanmen sect was founded, could there be such an opportunity as Ye Han?

Even if there is this opportunity, there is no such anti-heaven divine object as the system, how many people can digest it? Even the Dugu Sword King who entered the second realm of the Dao has fallen into the sand, how many people in the world are stronger than him?

As the young man gently poked out his fingers, there seemed to be an indelible mysterious aura wandering in the void between his fingers, faintly, the cold air was pressing, cold and biting.

The power of the Xuan and Xuan can only be perceived by the Martial King who has touched the Dao Realm, but this breath is too weak, not so much Dao Yun, but more like an extremely cold artistic conception.

Ye Han looked at his fingertips, and his eyes showed a look of satisfaction.

Although this extremely cold artistic conception is not comparable to the domineering sword of the Dugu Sword King, it is undoubtedly a good start for him. You must know that there are countless royal martial artists in the world, even if they have cultivated to the pinnacle of the realm, they have not been able to touch this mysterious aura for a long time.

If people knew that Ye Han had felt this artistic conception in the martial arts realm, he was afraid that it would make countless people's jaws drop.

Retracting the subtle true meaning between his fingers, Ye Han's gaze fell on the black aura that was still surging outside this immortal mountain, his brows furrowed slightly, but he didn't know what he was thinking.