And the name engraved on the tablet is 'Ziyun Ye', the Nine Emperor Princes of the Two Thousand Two Hundred Generations of the Purple Jade Dynasty.

The old man's hunchback seemed to straighten all of a sudden, and he threw himself into the tablet, and excitedly took it in his hand, and a smile of relief suddenly appeared on his wrinkled old face.

"Ye'er is really the inheritor of the Ziling God of War, and he has finally awakened." The old man burst into tears as he spoke, and he couldn't stop crying.

After a long time, the old man calmed down and stroked Ziyun Ye's tablet, and said in a hoarse voice: "Ye'er, you have grown up, come back quickly, Dad is waiting for you." ”

This old man is none other than Zi Yunye's father, who should still be a middle-aged man, but at the moment he is older than the elderly, which shows how difficult it has been these years.

The old man held the tablet and burst into tears, in fact, this is not a real tablet, but in order to confuse the enemy, so he made the breath treasure crystal in this tablet, and also told the enemy that they have no descendants in the Zi family, and he can live to this day because the enemy wants him to suffer for a lifetime, abolish his cultivation, and be ashamed of his ancestors and ancestors here, and repent for a lifetime.

Looking at the dense tablets of his relatives in front of him, the old man was extremely sad, there was no Ziyu Dynasty outside, and he couldn't leave this mausoleum one step, he pinned all his hopes on Zi Yunye, and he didn't have much hope, after all, he was already relieved that the Zi family could have a bloodline to pass on, but now his hope of revenge burned again.

Their Zi family is the descendant of the Ziling God of War, how can they give in easily, at this moment he desperately hopes that Zi Yunye will become strong soon, even if his body is already very dilapidated, he must wait for him to come back.

Ziyun Ye didn't know that his biological father was still alive, and he was so alive, at this moment, his heart was full of horror and surprise, touching the jade plate left to him by his father, and secretly swore in his heart that he must go to Zixiao Pavilion, to the Qingtian Continent, to the Ziyu Dynasty, and to find his relatives.

Zi Yunye's mood was extremely excited, and he couldn't calm down for a long time.

And on Shui Tianlan's side, she followed Aunt Lu all the way up to the top of the unreachable mountaintop, where there was a magnificent palace.

Ning Yuan Realm allows Shui Tianlan to fly, after getting used to it a little, she is very excited in her heart, and she really has a feeling of being a master outside the world, and she can be regarded as a real strong person if she can fly.

"Girl, you can enter by yourself, the eldest lady will not go in." Aunt Lu stopped outside the main hall and smiled at her, "By the way, your golden needle is in the Ninth Ancestor, and he was very interested in what you said before." ”

"Nine Ancestors?" Shui Tianlan nodded after writing it down, and stepped in directly.

The main hall is spacious and bright, clean and tidy, in the middle is a magnificent landscape map, the mountain scenery and the fog scene that appear like a shadow give people a vast and mysterious, beautiful feeling like a fairyland.

At first glance, Shui Tianlan actually thought that the place depicted in this picture should be real, but she didn't dare to ask what kind of place it was.

The ten bearded old men looked about the same age, all of them were so old that they could lose their teeth, but each of them looked at her with bright eyes, as if they wanted to see her whole person through.

Shui Tianlan felt that these old people were older than the ancestors of Fulu Temple, but their vitality had not yet come to an end, what did that mean? Could it be that they are all powerhouses of the Yuan Realm?