Sitting in this position, Ming Jiutian could see any corner of the ancient realm with his own powerful strength.

The earth had indeed revived under the nourishment of the earth's spiritual seed, and he could even sense every bud in the soil that was about to break through the soil.

All sides are moving towards the best, and the only regret is that there are too few people between the states.

Wait, it'll be fine in a while...

After feeling it for a while, Ming Jiutian lay comfortably on the coffin lid of the Stubborn Sarcophagus, closed his eyes, and felt every softness in the wind.

Suddenly, he remembered the idea that Bai Ling had mentioned before, to create a plane, maybe it was time to try it.

Since the Great Collapse, Ming Jiutian has also visited many places in private, putting aside the baptized dead plane, just the shattered plane can't be counted.

It feels like a fruitful fruit tree, which was flourishing a moment ago, but after a night, it suddenly happened to be late autumn, and the fruit was gone and the leaves were gone.

Looking at the empty universe, let alone the plane, there are only a few stars to be found.

Lost returned to the Wushou headquarters, and not long after the emperor's tomb was at the top, the stone door that had been sealed for a long time was finally pushed open by Ming Jiutian.

After a while, I saw Ming Jiutian holding a stone of the emperor's tomb several zhang square, and walked out of the belly of the mountain with heavy steps.

This stone of the emperor's tomb is not an ordinary stone, and in the case of the same size, it is definitely much thicker and heavier than other stones.

"Ha yes, big brother, this is too high, I'm tired to death..."At this time, Ning Xuefei climbed to the top of the emperor's tomb.

There was also Bai Ling behind him, but the faces of the two of them at this moment were a little pale, and they looked unbearable.

Except for the fact that Ming Jiutian can enter and leave at will, others who want to come up must get Ming Jiutian's permission.

"The first time I came up, I got used to it after a few more times..."Ming Jiutian smiled when he heard this.

"The coercion is too strong, I'm afraid that I won't be able to bear it even if I come a few more times..."Stabilizing his body, Bai Ling took a deep breath.

This is where the powerful power of the Emperor's Tomb of the Mighty Eternal Empire lies, not to mention that it can't come up at all without permission, even if it is a little worse than the strength of the permission, it still can't be done as if it were on the ground.

"I told you a long time ago, don't always get together and talk nonsense when you're idle, you have to improve your strength more, and you will hate less when you use the book, right?" Ming Jiutian teased.

"No, big brother, I'll put things down first, if I stay for a while, it is estimated that Xuefei and I will be overwhelmed and flattened..."

It's not that Ning Xuefei deliberately exaggerated this, but because of the facts, the two of them at the moment obviously looked overwhelmed.

Ning Xuefei is used to a hippie smile, and she can take the initiative to say anything uncomfortable, although Bai Ling is also uncomfortable, but people are strict.

"This is not good, you will all have to come to this place often in the future, take it well, and you can only go down after it is burned out..."Ming Jiutian said and stuffed a lit incense stick into Ming Jiutian's hand.

Looking at such a long stick of incense in your hand, when will you get it when it burns out? Ning Xuefei also understood that Ming Jiutian was for his good, so he didn't say anything more.

"There's a lot of this stuff in the belly of the mountain, are you sure it works?" After a pause, Ming Jiutian confirmed it again.

"There is nothing more suitable than it, as long as the method is correct, a fist-sized piece is a plane..."Bai Ling nodded solemnly.

After everything that should be said, the two of them didn't dare to stay too long, and ran towards the bottom of the mountain even if they slipped away.

And Ming Jiutian first grabbed the hem of his clothes and tucked it around his waist, and then he held the mixed yuan chisel in his left hand and the mixed yuan hammer in his right hand and beat it with a clanging bang.

It is precisely because he is creating a plane that Ming Jiutian is really as serious as carving a work of art.

Even the small pieces that were beaten down were not wasted, they were all collected by Ming Jiutian and placed neatly on the table.

This one will be wiped with a white cloth and washed with water at both sessions, giving people a sense of ceremony.

As a result, he entered a realm of selflessness when he was busy, and it was not until the sun set that he put down his work and rushed towards Qintian Academy.

Picked up the children and went home from school, just in time for the table of meals prepared by the wives, and went out again after gobbling up the meal tomorrow.

It was still the project to create the plane at the top of the Emperor's Tomb, and this busyness didn't stop until late at night.

The next morning, Ming Jiutian got up very early, sent the children to the Qintian Academy, and went straight to the emperor's tomb.

Such a three-point and one-line routine lasted for many days, and almost every day he went out early and returned late, and no one knew what he was busy with.

Half a month later, the stone of the Emperor's Tomb that was moved out at the beginning had been polished into more than thirty fist-sized balls by Ming Jiutian.

It was neatly placed in the stubborn sarcophagus, and the movements were even more cautious, as if they were afraid of breaking it.

However, only thirty or so were obviously not enough, so the second piece of the Emperor's Tomb stone, which was larger than before, was moved out again by Ming Jiutian for the second batch of construction projects.

This kind of life is indeed a bit boring, but Ming Jiutian likes it very much, at least there are not so many messy things to think about at the end of the day.

This time it took longer, almost three months passed, and there were only a few pieces of stone from the forged Emperor's Tomb.

Looking at the forged plane, there are almost more than 200 of them, which are packed in twenty boxes.

Although the number is still insufficient, it is at least more than enough as the first batch of trial planes.

At this time, night had fallen, and after checking the twenty or so boxes again, Ming Jiutian put them away, preparing to try them in the universe early the next morning.

Returned home lightly, there was no day and night processing for several days, and tonight was finally over, and after taking a shower, Ming Jiutian lay on the bed and fell asleep deeply.

Thundered...

As a result, not long after falling asleep, a dull loud noise suddenly came from between heaven and earth.

This was followed by a violent shaking, as if the heavens and the earth were about to collapse.

Ming Jiutian reacted quickly, jumped up from the bed in a flash, and rushed out of the room directly after admonishing the women around him.

When he came outside, the violent tremor was still continuing, but what surprised Ming Jiutian was that he couldn't find the reason for it.

Could it be that the earth soul has been planted too much, and it has a ranking with the ancient world, which has caused a vision of heaven and earth?

Ming Jiutian looked around the states of the Ancient Realm, but compared to Wushou, the states of the Ancient Realm seemed much calmer.

That is, the problem happened at the Wushou headquarters, but after looking around, I still couldn't find the root of the problem.

Sou...

At this time, Zhuge Jinglun's figure also rushed over, staring in horror at the direction where the emperor's tomb was located.

"Oh no..."Zhuge Jinglun appeared, muttering with a solemn face.

Oops?

Ming Jiutian looked in the direction that Zhuge Jinglun was looking, and the emperor's tomb was standing there in a good manner, without any unusual places.

So what's the reason for this terrible sound?

"Sir, what happened just now?" Ming Jiutian couldn't help but ask.

"The seal of the two realms has been broken..."Zhuge Jinglun's face was very ugly.

Ming Jiutian understood in his heart that Zhuge Jinglun was indeed not smiling, and he could handle everything calmly, but his face had indeed changed at this moment.

After losing his mind for a moment, Ming Jiutian came back to his senses, wondering in his heart what was going on with the seal of the two realms, why he didn't know at all.

Could it be the incident that Ye Qianshan mentioned at the beginning?

Ming Jiutian clearly remembered that Ye Qianshan once said that the last emperor who had ascended to the realm, that is, Ye Qianshan's teacher, had gone down to the two realms, but he had never returned since then.