In the Holy Emperor City, in the Holy Emperor Palace, Wei Jiu sat on the throne.

After the situation in the Flood Desolate Continent stabilized, he finally breathed a sigh of relief. The armament strength of the entire Holy Emperor City has reached two million, and every inch of land that he has transferred to the Flood Desolate Continent is the weakest in the guarding force of this Holy Emperor City.

But what's the use of having so many guards for him now?

True Immortal Realm, apart from the original Nine-Tailed Demon Emperor, who has reached it? And at this moment, his strength is far better than back then. Not to mention that there is no strong person on the continent now, even if he competes with the heroes like back then, he feels that he is not afraid at all.

Compared with the former Nine-Tailed Demon Emperor, he has grown up more than just his personal strength.

With a wave of his palm, several rays of light shot out from his dantian.

Wei Jiu's eyes looked at the two rays of light in front of him in a trance, but his memory drifted back to many years ago, Shu Jinhui, Su Jie, Yan Xiaojin, Hua Yiliu... After all, the figures slowly flashed in his heart. Those are the people he cares about, but he can't meet.

Although he is a holy emperor, he is also a human heart, so how can he cut off all his worries? The memory of the third world bound his heart and made him intoxicated and unable to extricate himself.

The two rays of light dissipated, and the Void Heaven God Ding and the Void Heaven God Tree were revealed. A trace of solemnity flashed in Lan Jiu's eyes, it seemed that he had underestimated this Qianyuan Daoist after all, the two treasures he left behind were extremely high, and they seemed to be above the Flood Desolate Continent.

At this time, the Void Heaven Divine Tree is no longer a small branch bud, to be precise, it has really grown into a towering tree.

This continent was destroyed when the sky was destroyed, and no one could think of a way to save this continent for so many years.

Perhaps, this is a kind of fate, Wei Jiu is the medicine, the medicine that saves this continent. If it is more accurate, the aura of this continent has long been thirsty, and if you want to save it, you can only derive a new source of energy, and the ancient tree in his hand at this moment happens to have such an effect.

He had also tried many times these days, as long as this ancient tree was derived in the center of this Holy Emperor City, the aura of this continent would be able to recover quickly.

Probably because the Void Heaven God Tree is too powerful, it doesn't need to be derived in twenty-four hours at all, and it only takes one hour to derive aura, which seems to be enough for this continent to consume a whole day. And this derivation, compared to the powerful Divine Tree, is simply a drop in the bucket, and it has not caused the slightest damage to it.

These days, Wei Jiu has also restored the aura of this continent whenever he has time, but he has controlled the amount very well.

Everything has to have a degree, and it's good to restore aura. But once it passes, there will be another derivative powerhouse, another derivative competition and war, which is not what he wants to see. Moreover, once the recovery is too fast, the people of this continent will become proud and impetuous, and it is easy to lose themselves.

Just like Wei Jiu at this moment, he is already a little proud, or in other words, sitting in such a position, it is impossible not to be proud.

As if the Creator of the world, He is creating and Saving. This sense of accomplishment was also felt for the first time, looking at the peaceful situation, looking at the scene of the day, he felt that he was doing the right thing.

However, he is the Holy Emperor, how can he leave this Holy Emperor's Palace? Even if it is far away, it is peaceful, that is not something he can enjoy.

His gaze fell on the second item, the Void Heaven God Ding.

Just like the first time I saw this tripod, its body will always be filled with a simple and profound brilliance. Until now, Wei Jiu still hasn't figured out what its origin is, but the only thing to be thankful for is that he can still dispatch this ancient tripod at will.

With a slight smile, Wei Jiu's palm flipped over, and Gu Ding smashed towards the ground.

With a bang, a strange and huge wave spread out in all directions with the Holy Emperor City as the center. However, this kind of fluctuation is invisible to the naked eye, so no one notices it, and it has never hurt these ordinary people.

"Void Heaven God Ding, God Ding Sacrifice Heaven!"

These eight big characters unconsciously appeared in Wei Jiu's heart, and then, his consciousness followed this fluctuation and spread out in all directions. Following that fluctuation, Wei Jiu could see the world of the entire continent, and he could also gain insight into all the unusual aura.

The wave traveled so fast that in a short time, it circled the continent and then turned back.

When the fluctuations poured into Wei Jiu's body again, he only felt that his vision was wide and refreshed, and it seemed that his realm had improved. Once on Earth, he couldn't understand where the breath above the Void Heaven God Ding came from.

It wasn't until this moment that he finally understood that that breath was the power of faith.

After truly returning to the Flood Desolate Continent and truly awakening the memory of the Nine-Tailed Demon Emperor, he became more aware of the existence of rules and laws. According to the saying of this continent, crossing the tribulation to become an immortal, the true immortal is already the highest realm. But if you think about it, is the realm of true immortals really the limit?

This is not the case, when the Nine Techniques of the Heavenly Pill are cultivated to the seventh Technique, they are already in the realm of True Immortals. What about the last two tricks? If he really cultivated to the ninth trick, what realm should he be?

After pacifying this continent, he was even more eager to sink into the path of cultivation. Because he wants to master the power of time even more, he wants to go back to before the Great War, he wants to go back to the time when Murong Ying and the Lan family were still there, and he wants to go back to the earth before he wore back to this continent, and there are people he cares about in those places.

But after so many days, the cultivation of the time element has not moved.

Finally, he realized that his plan seemed to be too simple. Although he was fortunate enough to awaken the power of time, if he wanted to cultivate, how could it be so simple to travel through time?

Therefore, he desperately wants to break through this seventh technique, and he wants more powerful power too much.

The growth of the weak depends on the aura, elements and perceptions of heaven and earth, but what about the strong?

There are so many spiritual energy and elements condensed on the Void Heaven Divine Tree, it is not a problem to even feed this continent, let alone just him? And the experience of these three lives, his perception, is definitely to reach a realm that has never been seen before.

Under this condition, he still couldn't break through. It wasn't until the moment of God's power that he realized that what he lacked was the power of faith.

In the Flood Desolate Continent, it has been popular to cultivate immortals since tens of thousands of years ago, and crossing the Flying Immortals was originally the goal of all cultivators. The same is true of the distant earth, where it is already difficult and dangerous, but every cultivator is still frantically pursuing the realm of true immortals.

Although under the true immortals, they are all ants, but are the true immortals really the highest realm?

If so, why are there so many divine cultivation techniques circulating on this continent? Or is there still a god above the immortals?

Ever since this crazy idea came to him, his heart was beating fast. In order to confirm this speculation, he reviewed the chronicle of the earth in his brain, and he vaguely remembered that the former Xuanyin Holy Aunt had mentioned a name to him.

Xuanyuan Yellow Emperor!

His pupils contracted violently, and finally, he found it.

One of the two guardian families of the Huaxia Kingdom, the Ji family. This rare surname, formerly known as the word Xuanyuan, evolved from the word Xuanyuan, and the representative of this family is Xuanyuan Yellow Emperor.

Although he heard Xuanyin Holy Aunt mention this name at the beginning, he didn't pay attention to it, and now he looks at it carefully. He discovered that the cultivation of Xuanyuan Yellow Emperor had reached a peak in that civilization where the aura was not prosperous, the peak of ancient times.

The realm of true immortals, the pinnacle.

This kind of cultivation is much stronger than today's Wei Jiu. But according to the book, he eventually lost his trace, his life and death are uncertain, what was he looking for before he disappeared? Is it to find an opportunity to make a breakthrough?

At that moment, a solemn light flashed in Wei Jiu's eyes. Although this fantasy of his is very unrealistic, what if it is really the case? If there really is a god, then what is his current strength?

For Xuanyuan Yellow Emperor, apart from wanting to break through the shackles of true immortals, what would make him disappear?

There was a buzz in his mind, and the expression on Wei Jiu's face was a little stiff, and he looked into the distance blankly. If his speculation is true, is what he has been through also a conspiracy, a conspiracy controlled by a more powerful hand?

At first, he woke up from the Forest of Divine Punishment, but the memory before waking up was completely blank.

The forest had a terrible name, but he had explored it carefully. There is nothing unusual except for the prosperity of the aura, the strength of the beasts, and the luxuriance of the plants, so why did you sleep in it?

Moreover, he was originally a demon fox clan, which should be regarded as a relatively ordinary and ordinary demon clan in the Honghuang Continent. But as we all know, the eight-tails are the limit here, and no demon fox has ever broken through to the realm of the nine-tails, and he seems to have nine tails from the beginning, which is a bit too unbelievable.

Putting aside these two doubts, when the sky is destroyed, it is clear that he has already lost the nine tails and his soul is scattered, how can there be any possibility of recovery? Not to mention, he is still resurrected in another distant civilization. And at the moment of his death, it was a coincidence that this continent should also be destroyed, and everything was changed by invisible forces.

There are even more doubts about his own experience on Earth.

The north shore of the West Lake was originally the place where the spiritual veins were located, and it was strange enough for him to appear there, and on the shore of the lake, there was an attic that had already been built. Now that I think about it, I am terrified, who built the attic, and who did it resurrect himself?

Including his own later experiences, they all seem to be pushed by a pair of hidden black hands, pushing to an unknown and fateful ending.