Time is like water, there is always no word, if you are well, it is a sunny day.

Before you know it, it has been like an arrow for more than 400 years.

Chen Qing was dressed in white, white clothes without any ornaments, sitting upright on the Nine Heavens, the high Lingxiao Treasure Hall Infinite Universe Standing on the Nine-Clawed Golden Dragon Throne.

His eyes were slightly closed, and the whole person seemed to be immersed in sleep. More than 400 years have passed, and the years have not left any obvious scars on his body, but the whole person is more resolute, and the original feeling of a little white face has completely disappeared, and he looks like a general who has experienced a hundred battles, an old handsome guy.

Chen Qing, who was sitting, suddenly frowned and lowered his head, and then, his eyes suddenly opened, without any warning. The pearl-like, bright, and deep eyes cast an infinite amount of light, and the entire Three Realms could be seen clearly.

"After four hundred and fifty years, it's time for you little ones to come back to the widow." Chen Qing's eyebrows revealed a faint sadness, and the magnetic voice resounded in this empty Lingxiao Treasure Hall, an ordinary earth-shattering thunderbolt, which made people deafening.

The right hand formed a fist and slapped it on the right arm of the chair.

Without any sound, without any movement, a strange cold wind suddenly came out, blowing the hair on Chen Qing's forehead and fluttering gently.

After the cold wind, five stars suddenly appeared, flying towards Chen Qing from all directions, and finally all entered his body one by one.

These illusions are all different.

There is an emperor with an imperial robe and crown, a general with armor and (harmonious) blood, a child of a family with a splendid robe, and a foreigner with a magnificent and graceful demeanor.

It's more of an ordinary person.

Farmer holding a hoe to the ground.

Ex-husband who chops down trees with an axe.

A shopkeeper with a white turban tied to his forehead.

And so on and so forth.

These are the doppelgangers of Chen Qing's scattered divisions, and they are bat clones, with a total of 50 million clones. With the power of the Heavenly Emperor's authority, erase all the similarities and differences of the clones, erase all their memories, and reincarnate in one world after another. Every hundred years comes to an end. It's been more than 450 years, and 50 million clones have gone to 50 million ordinary worlds.

Now, Chen Qing summoned all the clones back.

An hour later, all 50 million clones returned. Chen Qing's head was a little painful (harmonious) cracked, without him, it contained tens of billions of years of memories.

A large number of memories suddenly filled his mind, and Chen Qing couldn't digest them for a while, so he could only quickly protect his current memories of more than four hundred and twenty years so that they would not be broken by the huge data. Then, he selectively sealed more than five billion years of memory.

It is estimated that after two or three days, the memories of these seals will all be unsealed and completely absorbed and digested by him.

Countless scenes, countless images are frantically surging in my mind. Chen Qing's eyes suddenly burst out with endless light, illuminating the entire Lingxiao Treasure Hall with golden brilliance.

This does suddenly absorb the swelling of the brain produced by so many huge memories. More than five billion memories are not so easy to absorb and digest, countless memories are flowing in his mind, and Chen Qing is helpless. You can only rely on this way to release some of the pressure on your brain, so that you can feel better.

After three or four seconds, all the light dissipated, and Chen Qing was still sitting on the dragon chair, dressed in pure white clothes without any decoration.

The right hand was raised slightly, and with a slight stretch, a large virtual screen suddenly appeared, spreading throughout the void.

Above the screen, a piece of sunset.

Above the brilliant sunset, a figure floats quietly in the void. He was dressed in black, and his mouth was embroidered with two words in a golden line: "Forcing the king." The appearance is extremely delicate, I don't see a strong deep breath, and the temperament of the body is extremely cold, don't make your breath unchanged and cold, making people feel as if they are in a world of ice and snow.

He is none other than Zhao Ye.

The Zhao Ye who obtained the pretending system, as early as fifty years ago, Zhao Ye came here. He flew up directly from the next hell, and Chen Qing was also shocked a lot at that time, so he came to take a look at this old friend.

When he came, it was just at sunset, and the brilliant sunset set off him incomparably taller, and the people around him along the way all worshiped him, talked about it, and looked very respectful.

Seeing this scene, Zhao Ye suddenly felt that this was a good way to earn pretending points, so every time the sun set, he came to the top of the Heavenly Demon Realm alone, enjoying this feeling of being in the spotlight.

The first month was really good, and countless figures came here every day to watch, and his approach made people endlessly curious about him, which made him gain more than a million cosmetic points.

But the good times did not last long, and after a month, people lost this interest and forgot about him completely.

However, Zhao Ye did not give up, and every night at sunset, he still came here to enjoy the endless beauty and understand life.

It was indeed not easy, but it took a short period of four hundred years to directly break through the two worlds and come to Sister Tianyi, and it took another fifty years to break through to the realm of the Demon Emperor.

From the weak martial arts world to such the first realm among the three realms, Zhao Ye is indeed very good.

But here he still stands, admiring the grave infinite beauty. The reason why the virtual screen about Zhao Ye was turned on was purely to relieve his sorrows, in the past fifty years, every time Zhao Ye stood there, he used to have an inexplicable desire to laugh, so every time he watched it. If there is any trouble in my heart, it will disappear in an instant.

I'm the same, when I saw Zhao Ye's pretending appearance, Chen Qing's optimization of his future dissipated instantly. Then with a flick of his finger, another virtual screen appeared out of thin air.

It was a deep ocean.

In the middle of the endless depths of the ocean, a huge golden portal stood, and behind it, countless aquarium creatures, or scaly creatures, lined up in a long line, one by one, jumped over the door.

Some jumped over and turned into a long golden dragon, whistling loudly in the water, while others passed by and found nothing.

In the distance of these aquatic tribes and scale armor lives, a middle-aged man in golden armor is silently watching all this, his eyes have never blinked, and his eyes seem to be flashing with infinite wisdom, which sets him off with incomparable light.

He is Ao Mu.

More than four hundred and fifty years have passed since he started cultivating the Demon Emperor of the Water Tribe, and he has not slackened off over the years, and whenever he has free time, he comes here to watch the unfolding of the Dragon Gate and the feat of the Water Tribe's leaping Dragon Gate.

Every day, there are new Demon Emperor Peaks cultivated by a large number of resources, so as to come here and jump the Dragon Gate, the probability of jumping over the Dragon Gate is very small, so small that it is negligible, but fortunately, they can jump infinitely, not twice at a time, not twice at a time, ten times, a hundred times.

There will come a time when it will pass.