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Sima Wuwu was overjoyed when he heard this, and asked, "The senior's enlightenment has been successful, and he has obtained a way to return to the realm of the outer heavens?"

"There is no way back, you can only move forward, you can't turn back. If you promise the old man, he will teach you everything he knows. If you're lucky enough to get out of this starry sky, you'll have a chance to turn around. The old man said.

"I don't know what the seniors are asking for?" asked Sima Wuwu.

"The old man has repeatedly deduced that this path is the path for the saints to leave. You bring my Yuan Dan to the end, maybe the old man can be reborn with the demon soul in the Yuan Dan. Even if he can't be reborn, whether he is entering reincarnation or returning to the original starting point, the old man doesn't want to stay in this world. The old man said.

Sima Wuwu nodded and agreed to the old man's request.

The old man also taught the secrets he knew, the art of finding the passage, to Sima Wuwu.

"Do you have any other requirements? If you want to send a letter to your family, before the old man is about to die, there are still some magical powers that can help you complete it. The old man said.

Sima Wuwu walked aside, preparing three jade talismans, one for his father at home, one for Fluttershy, and the last one for Wei Wuji.

The old man, as before, laid out a magic circle and placed the three jade talismans in the center. After all the arrangements were completed, the old man looked at Sima Wuwu, "Little girl, the old man is the demon dog god, and the title of Songfeng Daojun in ancient times." ”

After finishing speaking, a sword qi evolved in the old man's hand and cut off his head.

The head fell into the magic circle, and poof! A bloody splash of blood in the magic circle, turning into ten thousand red lights.

A black fierce dog was derived, swallowed three jade talismans, and headed towards the dark starry sky in the distance. The headless body fell to the ground, and the old man died.

Looking at the old man's body, Sima sighed faintly.

After taking Yuan Dan and burying the body, Sima Wuwu set up a monument in front of the tomb, wrote the tomb of the Demon Clan's Songfeng Daojun, and then left a mark, got up and went into the distance.

In the secret room of Yunhai City, Wei Wuji sat in the gourd fairyland, gently sipping enlightenment tea.

There are only the last nine pieces of Wudao Tea left, and Wei Wuji's strength is constantly rising, although there are some feelings, but they are all to no avail, and it is always difficult to break through the last level.

The human race in the land of the primordial gods has mastered a higher civilization.

Both gods and demons have adapted to the life of the human race, and both have controlled some power and become the superior of the human race.

However, Ji Wentian was a little abnormal, and left Wei Wuji's monitoring several times and disappeared in reincarnation. However, as long as a period of time passes, he will reappear in Wei Wuji's sight, continue to be a strong man, and tightly guard his incense power.

The power of this incense was so strong that even Wei Wuji was secretly surprised and envious when he saw it.

Time passed, and some of the old people in the past had successfully cultivated, passing through Yunhai City and heading towards the realm of the outer heavens.

Wei Wuji is still the same as before, taking half of the day, inexhaustible, and his strength is constantly rising. He felt that his strength, even if it was the original divine obsession, could be easily suppressed. But his cultivation was still forever approaching the Holy Realm, but he couldn't break through the last level.

On this day, Wei Wuji stood up from his dry sitting, and there was nothing to gain. He sighed, withdrew from the gourd fairyland, and stood in the secret room.

Suddenly, he noticed a man sitting in the secret room.

An old man in green clothes, holding a bamboo slip in his hand, looked at Wei Wuji with a smile. The person who came was none other than the old storyteller, the most mysterious and weird powerhouse Wei Wuji had ever met.

"Senior, you—Why are you here?"

Wei Wuji's heart was terrified, and he was able to hide from Long Tian and enter Yunhai City silently. Breaking through the blockade left by the Holy Venerable, and having his own magic circle warning, what kind of strength should this be?

"It's not a forbidden land, you can be here, why can't the old man come?"

The storyteller smiled and said, "You have been sitting here for a long time, counting the years that have passed in the Heavenly Gourd, there are almost tens of millions of years, right? Have you ever wondered why you can't be transcendentally holy? Just sitting in the ashram and working hard to attain enlightenment will not yield results? ”

"The younger generation lacks the opportunity, and before the opportunity comes, nothing will be accomplished; once the opportunity comes, it will be successful. Wei Wuji replied.

"The so-called opportunity is not to wait, you can wait, you need to find the opportunity yourself. I don't know what kind of variables your first primordial god has. But the old man knows that you have a difficulty, and you have never understood it, why don't you tell me about it?"

When the storyteller said this, he paused, saw that Wei Wuji was silent, and then continued:

"When I saw the black stone hidden in your sea of consciousness, the old man knew that you were very unusual......"

"Who are you?"

Wei Wuji looked at the old storyteller, and he had never been so shocked.

In his heart, he has put the position of the old storyteller above the little saints. But now it seems that the position is still too low. The status of the storyteller should be the realm of the Great Sage, surpassing the Chifeng Sage, the Thunder Clan Sage, and even the female Sage of the Sima family, Sima Yun.

"Who am I, if you want to know the answer, just hurry up and promote to the Holy Realm, what's the use of telling you now?" said the storyteller.

"The predecessor is also a saint who has a deep chance, a realm other than the realm outside the sky, a saint who has escaped from the land of suppression?" Wei Wuji asked.

"Are you talking about those people who escaped because of the collapse of the Dao pattern? Those are just a group of corpses, reluctant to live, relying on other people's longevity. ”

The old storyteller shook his head and smiled, "Don't talk about other things, talk about yourself, the old man is willing to solve your doubts." ”

"The juniors have achieved the Holy Realm, what are the sends?" Wei Wuji asked.

"There is no sending, only help, and the old man needs your help. The old storyteller replied.

Wei Wuji was silent for a while before he slowly spoke, "The cultivation of the First Yuan God has made me constantly fall into the realm of reality and illusion, and it is difficult to tell whether it has really existed or not. The heart of the past cannot be obtained, the heart of the present cannot be obtained, and the heart of the future cannot be obtained......"

"Only the moment in front of me is the reality that can be grasped, but I am always obsessed with whether it is real. May I ask my seniors, how can you break through this?"

"There is a flaw in your understanding, and this reason does not make sense. ”

The old storyteller shook his head and said, "The heart of the past is unattainable, the heart of the present is unattainable, and the heart of the future is unattainable. You always feel that it was unreal before, but now it is real, which is a big fallacy!"

Speaking of this, the storyteller stopped, looked at Wei Wuji and continued:

The old man remembered that this was said by an ancient sage. The so-called unattainable is to let go of attachments, not a thing of the past, and it has not happened......"

"I remember that after the departure of this saint, there was a master who cultivated and achieved according to the way of the saint, saying that everything has not been lost in the past, present, and future, and that everything has ......."

The words of the old storyteller are like a thunderbolt falling, like an initiation.

Wei Wuji changed color when he heard this, and he woke up at the moment.

"Looks like you've got some of it. ”

The figure of the old storyteller became blurry and transparent, "Let's take a good look at it yourself, I should also go." Don't tell anyone about my coming......"

Knock knock, the old man beat the drum and disappeared into the secret room in disbelief.

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