Of course, the real major events in the Heavenly Desolate Realm, Ye Qingyu would know about it as soon as possible.

Although the empress Yu Xiaoxing is busy with political affairs, she still takes off the imperial armor, takes off the imperial crown, wears a white dress, and comes to the bright city to get together with Ye Qingyu, and the gathering is half a day.

Only Yu Xiaoxing knew that in the past year, those unstable factors in the Heavenly Desolate Realm, the forces that were secretly causing chaos, the alien branches that did not obey the empire's education, and many thorny things were all solved by Ye Qingyu secretly and personally.

More often, Ye Qingyu was thinking.

He knew very well in his heart that his strength had reached his current realm, and it was impossible to break through the great realm in a short period of time, only by meditating and contemplating, recuperating and cultivating the spirit, and improving the cultivation of the state of mind, could he sublimate the Dao will and maximize the power he already had in his body.

Because the power that Ye Qingyu has in his body now is already terrifying.

In addition to coming from the bronze ancient book [God and Demon Title Spectrum], there are also family heirloom nameless mental methods, as well as the exercises taught by the million-year-old mysterious gods awakened in the snow dragon's lair, as well as the one hundred and eight ancient characters from the Yunding copper furnace, etc., and has the dual power of ice and thunder, although the attack power is very strong, but it is always out of the system.

Although the combat power is strong, it has not achieved integration.

The real power he exerts is less than half of the power he has.

This caused Ye Qingyu's martial arts to be full of countless flaws, and it was not harmonious, and there were many flaws buried in many places.

These defects that can almost be ignored on weekdays may not cause much trouble to Ye Qingyu for a long time, but if he wants to impact the Extreme Dao Road in the future, and if he wants to go further after cultivating in the Immortal Rank Realm, he must be like a craftsman who exercises fine iron, bit by bit, hammer by hammer, all the defects in his body and martial arts are smashed and eliminated, so that his martial will and combat methods are all integrated.

There were many peerless geniuses, and even immortal martial arts heroes who had stepped into the quasi-martial arts emperor level, when they hit the final martial arts emperor's throne, because of the flaws and gaps in their own ways, they finally fell short for the mountain nine people, and once they were completely lost, they disappeared between heaven and earth.

Ye Qingyu can't take such an old path.

Fortunately, for him, time is still in time.

Cultivating to the Immortal Realm, Ye Qingyu needs a period of precipitation to consider his own martial arts path.

In order to finally embark on the path of a true powerhouse, Ye Qingyu must find his own unique path of martial arts.

If you have been following in the footsteps of your predecessors and sages, just following the path that others have already walked, and just picking up people's teeth and wisdom all the time, you may be able to climb some peaks to enjoy the scenery, but if you want to climb to the top and see all the mountains, it is absolutely impossible.

The Immortal Rank Realm is an important step in the path of Yuan Qi Martial Dao.

The old fish spirit had said something similar to Ye Qingyu before, and when he went to the Qing Jiang Realm a year ago, the young master of the Immortal God Emperor Sect, Nan Tieyi, had also said it.

So all this time, he has been thinking and trying.

The matter of forming the Heavenly Desolate Realm Mission was naturally completed by Yu Xiaoxing, the empress.

What Ye Qingyu had to do was to wait for everything to be ready, and then take some people of his own choosing, together with the delegation, to the Chaos Ruin Realm where the Realm Alliance was located, and fight for the independence of the Heavenly Desolate Realm.

And that day actually came very quickly.

Wu Cao Empress Yu Xiaoxing's movements were very fast, and the preliminary list of the Heavenly Desolation Mission, after the third day, had already been placed on Ye Qingyu's table.

Ye Qingyu thought about it carefully, added some people, and deleted some people.

The day of setting off for the Chaos Ruin Realm will soon come.

One sunny morning, after a solemn and solemn ceremony, the 3,100 members of the Heavenly Desolation Mission, led by Ye Qingyu and Empress Yu Xiaoxing, stepped into the gate of the Central Realm and officially began their journey of destiny.

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In a vast and infinite world of nothingness.

A galaxy universe of darkness and boundlessness.

Deep, quiet, without a trace of life.

The darkness stretches as far as the eye can see, and this place is like an isolated and silent corner, more like a world that exists independently of time and space.

In the distant darkness in the distance, there are countless stars that are constantly changing and flickering, like shining stars that have been carefully scrubbed.

No one can say exactly how big this side of the world really is.

What mortals see, what they see, what they see,

In the dark void.

It's not empty.

A rectangular black rock square with a radius of several thousand meters and a thickness of more than 100 meters is floating quietly.

In this ruin realm like a rippling sea, this strange black rock square is as small as a black shadow the size of a sesame seed, it has been swimming quietly among the stars, endlessly, never stopping, like a small sampan drifting on a vast ocean, without purpose and direction.

The surface ravines of the black rock are all over the place, and there is a faint dark black halo in the rock, and a strange power is surging in the rock formation.

Above the square.

A layer of wind containing incomparable power, this black square, the milky white layer of wind is about three or four meters thick, soft and quiet, and the power of the terrible law circulates in it.

Outside the wind layer, gray-white chaotic clouds surged wildly, as if tens of thousands of roaring evil dragons and beasts hovered around the periphery of the law wind layer, forming chaos storms with unpredictable shapes.

The storm was violent, covering the sky and the earth, instantly tearing apart the continuous naturally derived stars outside the entire law wind layer, mixed with a storm of dense star fragments.

Like an ancient beast in a state of madness, the Star Storm ran wildly, roaring, opening its bloody jaws and baring its hideous fangs, seeking every opportunity to grasp and gnaw at this ruin.

Directly north of the rock square, there is a huge black stone gate that is thousands of meters high.

The red stone gate, I don't know what material is cast, exudes a kind of vicissitudes of life, I don't know how many years it has stood here, it has been invaded by the years, it looks very simple and unpretentious, it has not been carved and carved by any acquired material, but it exudes a layer of dark ink halo.

Hidden in the darkness under the halo were the traces of slashing swords that were swaying, flat or curved.

These lines, which have not faded with the passage of time, make this isolated black stone gate even more vicissitudes and mysterious.

Underneath the stone gate.

Standing on the left and right sides of the stone gate like two wax statues carved in stone are two strange-looking but elusive old men.

The old man on the left-hand side, with a ruddy complexion, a strong body, and even a little too bloated, he was wearing a dark red robe similar to the color of his hair, which was clinging to his body, as if he was draped in a quilt.

The dark red hair was like a raging flame on the top of the old man's head, and a pair of small eyes were born on the round and white face, like two small briquettes on a chubby ball of dough, and the neck hidden in the layers of fat was almost negligible.

The most bizarre thing was his fat, large ears, whose thick lobes seemed to hang down to his shoulders. He is seven feet tall, but his bulging belly seems to occupy three feet.

This chubby old man, like Maitreya Buddha, has been smiling, touching his belly under the red robe from time to time, and he is cute and cute, but in this empty world where there is obviously no temperature and climate, he has been sweating profusely and looks extremely strange.

And beside him, there was another person, diametrically opposed to the fat old man, with an indifferent face like a thousand-year-old ice, looking like no one should enter, nine feet tall, skinny, an old man with long eyebrows and thin eyes.

The old man was wearing a water-blue robe, a gold tassel belt was tied around his waist, as if a hand could easily pinch his waist, his hair color and eyebrows were as white as frost, and his whole body exuded a strange cold aura, his face was expressionless and motionless, more like a humanoid statue carved from cold ice.

What's even more bizarre is the skin of the thin old man, which is almost in a crystal state, with some transparent skin texture, and the blood veins surging under the skin are also dark blue with a faint glow.

"It's time to come...... the fat old man still looked smiling, but his eyebrows furrowed slightly, and his eyes looked towards the stone gate from time to time.

The thin old man didn't respond, as if he had settled down, and didn't move.

The fat old man didn't care about this at all, and still said with a smile: "It's almost time to calculate, why don't you come yet, come on......"

Apparently two eccentric old men, waiting for someone.

Dozens of breaths later—

A strange wave of power spread out from the black stone door.

The originally black rock gate suddenly burst out with a burst of silver light, and in an instant, it turned into a silver liquid-like water curtain, and the water curtain gently rippled, completely enveloping the entire huge stone gate, which was extremely magnificent and magnificent.

Mizuki ripples flicker.

One after another, people came out of the water curtain.

They are none other than the Heavenly Desolate Realm Mission.

The person at the head, white clothes like jade, black hair like a waterfall, face like a crown of jade, aura like a fairy, only a seemingly roughly polished but extremely smooth hosta on the crown, and a white puppy squatting on his shoulder, the whole person is like jade crystal, elegant temperament, it is the first god of war in the Heavenly Desolate Realm, Ye Qingyu, the master of the Temple of Light.

He was followed by a graceful woman.

The woman was wearing a long skirt with red stripes on a gold background, and a hollow gold hairpin decorated with blood-colored gems was obliquely inserted in the green silk bun, and her complexion was as bright as snow, like a hibiscus out of the water, clear and moving, her eyebrows were like mountains, and her eyes were like pearls, but with a hint of coldness and the majesty of the emperor who was born, it was the empress Yu Xiaoxing of the Tianhuang Dynasty.

And behind them, Zuo Xiangqu Hanshan, Luo Yi, Ximen Yeshuo and Wen Wan and others walked out one after another, looking at the world outside Shimen with curious eyes.

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The second one, there is one more.