The worlds that can be cultivated in the world are divided into large worlds, medium worlds, and small worlds.

Among them, only a thousand small worlds can match the middle world, and only a thousand middle worlds can match the big world, which is an iron law between different worlds.

This so-called rivalry does not refer to the number of strong people or cultivators, but to the origin of the world.

The larger the World Origin, the area of this world, the richness of the aura, and the upper limit of a cultivator's cultivation in this world are all related to the World Origin.

To put it simply, the origin of the world is everything in this world!

But the origin of the world cannot be expanded, never again!

It's also an iron law.

But the iron law was broken.

The person who broke it was called Yang Chen.

He extracted and fused the origin of the three thousand worlds, and finally turned the three thousand worlds into a world, named the three thousand Xuan Realm, and he is the lord of the three thousand Xuan Realm!

But now, this terrifying powerhouse stood in the depths of the palace of the Three Thousand Xuan Realms, let out a sigh, and stared at a map,

This map is actually a relief, and the mountains and rivers on it are clearly visible, but this is not a map of the Three Thousand Realms, but a map of a place called Earth.

"No matter how long I search, can't I find this place?" Yang Chen sighed, expressing a deep sense of helplessness.

He kept looking for this place for no other reason than because it was his hometown.

Now Yang Chen is dying of old age, and he just wants to return to his roots.

He is full of emotions and memories of the earth, he was born and raised in Si, and now, he just wants to go back.

He lived too long, to the point of despair.

His friends had turned to dust, and his red face had long since turned from gray hair to dry bones.

And in this world founded by him, everyone will only look up to him and be in awe of him, but they will not treat him as an old man, an extremely lonely old man.

Perhaps, death was really a relief for him?

It might be really good to not find that relief here.

Yang Chen had already put his life and death aside from the beginning of his cultivation, and now that he found that this idea was good, he quickly made a decision.

Syllable!

Yang Chen raised his hand and patted it on his heart.

Rumble!

The beat made an unparalleled loud sound.

Yang Chen made a death blow at this time, he knew better than anyone how strange and tenacious his vitality was.

Smack

The sound of the heart pulse being cut off came from Yang Chen's body, and Yang Chen also spurted blood.

Not bad, not bad.

Although Yang Chen's appearance was very miserable, he let out a satisfied smile,

I am gone, but this world will still be brilliant, and the vast land forged by myself will still be full of life.

At the same time, I will also unload this burden and pass away with peace of mind.

Hahaha!!

Yang Chen laughed heartily, he was born heroically, and his death was brilliant, worthy of this life.

In the 4,000th year of the creation of the Three Thousand Xuan Realm, Yang Chen, the master of the world, passed away, and the world mourned and worshipped.

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"Woo wow, woo wow" A little baby was born in the delivery room, and the baby let out a loud cry as soon as he was born, indicating that he was in good health.

"Show me" Yang Qi, who entered the delivery room, gently took the child from his wife's hand, his eyes were full of joy.

"Lao Tzu has a son!" this thought filled Yang Qi's mind, he is now thirty-five, old and old, and the busyness and poverty in his early years made him have no time to take care of these things. Now that I finally have a child in middle age,

"Be careful. ”

Xu Ting was even happier when she saw her husband than herself, but she was afraid that he would accidentally hurt her son by using too much force, so she reminded her.

"No, no. Yang Qi also realized that his son was very fragile now, so he contracted his strength, and then held the child to the old man who pushed the wheelchair in.

"Dad, give your child a name. Yang Qi grinned, smiling like a child, not at all like a father.

Yang Daoming, the old man of the Yang family, looked at his grandson's innocent smiling face and said with a smile: "The first birth of a person is flawless and dustless, and this child will be called Yang Chen in the future." ”

After the old man finished speaking, he lifted the child high, and suddenly, the whole family cheered and shouted Yang Chen's name.