In the wasteland, under an old tree, sat a man.

He was dressed in a tattered linen robe, unkempt, and full of vicissitudes.

He looked up at the sky with a contemplative expression, "Detached...... And how can I get rid of it?"

After a long time, he said to himself, "Is detachment the only way?"

For other cultivators, it may be necessary to detach themselves, conform to the Heavenly Dao, and incarnate as a part of the Heavenly Dao, but he is different, he cultivates the natal Dao, and he has always acted against the Heavens.

If he wanted to, he could abandon the natal path right now and turn to detachment, but he still wanted to continue cultivating the natal path.

"Natal ......"

He sat there, lost in thought.

When he was thirsty, he went to the brook beside him to drink some water, and when he was hungry, he went to hunt some wild beasts, and day after day he sat cross-legged under the old tree and realized the Tao.

In the blink of an eye, it's another year.

It's been seven years since he began to become mortal.

His body is getting thinner and thinner, but there is an astonishing look in his eyes, which is getting stronger and stronger.

"Natal ...... The ...... of the self"

"I am the sky, why bend to this sky, I not only have to jump out of the mortal world, but also jump out of this sky, this is the real detachment!"

Tang Hao is enlightened!

He finally realized the true meaning of the natal path.

At this moment of his epiphany, in his body, in the ruined immortal mansion, a faint light flashed, like a little light of a candle, and it couldn't help but sway.

The light was so faint that it seemed to extinguish with a slight blow.

Tang Hao sat cross-legged under the tree and closed his eyes.

He settled down, like a stone carving, regardless of the wind and rain, and did not move.

Another year in the blink of an eye.

On the other side of the wasteland, a figure appeared, an old man in a black robe, who looked at the tree from afar, and the figure under the tree, revealing a sad face.

It's been eight years!

For Huafan, this is not a long time, many people have been transformed for decades, nearly a hundred years.

However, the current situation is a little bad, recently in the Qingping Star Quartet, many people have appeared, and he has killed them all, but this is not a long-term solution.

Now all the people who come are immortals, but if there is a Holy Ancestor, what should I do?

Not to mention the Holy Ancestor, even if there are a few more ancestor-level figures, he can't stop it.

"I can only hope that the Lord will have an epiphany as soon as possible and succeed in turning mortal!"

Standing for a while, he sighed softly, and as soon as his body moved, he suddenly disappeared.

Time passed day by day, outside the Qingping Star, there were figures from time to time, not only the immortals, but also the slashing road, once they came in, there was no return, and all disappeared on this star.

At first, it was nothing, but gradually, as more and more people disappeared here, it attracted the attention of many people and sent more people to come.

On this day, in the starry sky outside Qingping Star, the void rippled, revealing a gap.

A figure stepped out of it and descended here.

His whole body was shrouded in golden light, and the brilliance was dazzling, like a small sun, lying across the starry sky.

I can't see his face clearly at all, and in him, there is a vast immortal power like an abyss.

"Qingping Star!"

He muttered, and two beams of golden light shone out, reaching out to the star in front of him.

At this moment, on Qingping Star, all the cultivators felt this coercion from outside the sky, they showed a look of shock, their hearts trembled, and some low-level cultivators even knelt down, trembling under this coercion.

"This ...... Isn't this Xianwei?"

"Where is the might?"

Above this star, there were shocking exclamations everywhere.

Countless people prostrate themselves and kowtow to the sky.

"Not good!"

In the corner of the wasteland, an old man in a black robe suddenly opened his eyes and looked at the starry sky, revealing a look of horror.

What he feared finally happened!

In the starry sky, the figure stood, two beams of golden eyes scanned around, searching the entire star, all the creatures on it, none of them could escape his gaze, and any disguise would be seen through by him.

"That kid...... Where exactly?"

He muttered, his tone a little impatient.

In order to find that kid, he traveled through most of the starry sky, and if you count, it has been ten years, and he has failed again and again, so that his patience is almost at the limit.

After glancing for a moment, suddenly, his eyes lit up, but he found something.

"It's ...... Hahaha! It's him! That's right!

He laughed out loud and was ecstatic.

He's finally found!

That's what that kid is!

"Ho! it turned out that I was hiding here, I have been looking for so many years, but I finally found it!" he sneered, and with a flicker of his body, he tore through the void and descended on Qingping Star.

"Shi Xiao'er, hand over all the treasures!"

He carried the monstrous immortal power and descended on the wasteland.

Suddenly, the wind and clouds moved, and the thunder roared in unison, and the whole world trembled under his might.

Below him, there was an old tree, and under the tree sat a man, like a stone sculpture.

Sou!

A figure flashed in front of him.

"Phantom Sea?"

The Sage frowned.

"It's the old monk!"

"Hmph, just turn into an immortal, but an ant!" The sage flicked his fingers, and the Phantom Sea monk spurted blood, and fell down.

With just one finger, he was seriously injured.

The peak of the Immortal Transformation is only one step away from the Sage, but the gap between the two is like a heavenly difference.

Knocking the phantom sea away, the sage sneered again, and without looking at the phantom sea, he stepped down into the air, and pointed directly at the figure under the tree.

"Shi Xiao'er, you are a character, it's a pity, you can't take this step after all, if you want to become holy, in the next life! All your treasures will be mine, help me survive the double or even triple thunder tribulation, and let me ascend to the supreme realm!"

He shouted loudly, reached out and grabbed the man below.

He looked contemptuous, this kid was a mortal now, and it was impossible for him to escape from the palm of his hand.

But at this moment, in the void on the side, a ripple appeared, and a crystal palm reached out and intercepted him.

The Void Dao Lord's face changed slightly, he was able to intercept him, and the person who made the shot was obviously also a sage, and it seemed that he was not the only one who found this kid.

When he saw the figure stepping out of the ripples, his face changed again, and he shouted, "It's you!"

The person who came was none other than the Lord of Biling Palace, Xuanyi Holy Ancestor!

This Holy Ancestor looked to be thirty or forty years old, with a beautiful face, but his pretty face was cold, as if it was covered with a layer of frost that would not melt through the ages.

"I didn't expect you to find this place too!"

The Void Dao Lord snorted lightly.

"This kid is mine!"

Xuanyi Holy Ancestor shouted coldly.

"I'll come first!"

The Void Dao Lord was not angry, "He should be mine!"

Xuan Yin Holy Ancestor was silent, but there was a fighting spirit rising in his body, wanting to fight.

"Wait......" Sensing this fighting intent, the Void Dao Lord retreated a little, this Xuanyi Demon Woman is very powerful, and she may not be able to win, even if she wins, she will be greatly injured.

Moreover, as soon as it fights, it is easy to attract other Holy Ancestors, after all, this is the Central Star Boundary, not their Beichen.

"Xuanyi Daoyou, it's better to be like this! Doesn't this kid have a lot of treasures! It just so happened that we broke up, what do you think?"

Xuanyi Holy Ancestor groaned for a moment and nodded.

"Okay, let's capture this kid first, search out the baby, and then divide it!"

The two of them sank in unison and fell to the top of the wasteland.