Great Ruins, Nirvana Academy. In the direction of Qingshan Waterfall, the tireless teaching of the Luohe god was heard, and Chen Luoli and Wuyue sat cross-legged, listening to the cultivation of Taoism.

The attic was built next to it, and Yewei held her chin with her hands and looked at this picture with a smile. It has been two years since the last time the Western Heavenly Continent was turbulent and the Red Ghost Ancestor came out.

The years pass in the blink of an eye, and there is no stagnation. In the past two years, Chen Luoli has grown up in a stable environment, and she has been retained by Luohe God from her previous memories and embarked on a more correct path of cultivation.

Yewei was staring, and Fu Qingge's figure walked outside the attic.

"The wild fruits on the mountain are ripe a lot, and I picked some for you." Fu Qingge said, carrying a basket in his hand.

She sat down next to Yewei, and her complexion had changed a lot compared to before. But Chen Yu has not woken up for two years since he fell into the illusion, and he has always been obsessed with the memory of his death.

Fu Qingge was waiting, and there was not much anxiety. She also took Yewei from the Cloud Pavilion, and now this Nirvana Academy has become their back garden, which can be said to come and go freely.

Regarding the other two mountains and the sixteen courtyards, all the preachers, including the disciples, all admired the existence on Changqing Mountain.

After all, when Wan Zuhuan appeared, he had already made the entire Nirvana Academy understand what kind of identity and status Chen Luoli had.

"If you don't wake up for a day, you won't be able to return to the clan for a day, what are your plans next?" Yewei took the wild fruit and asked vaguely.

Quinty

"For our Futian clan, time doesn't mean anything, and it doesn't mean much, so I'll wait, plus Luo Li has also ushered in the assessment of Nirvana Academy, and I want to see the results of her cultivation." Fu Qingge said, with some mixed feelings in his heart.

The younger brother was lost from the clan, and after so many years, when they met again, the younger brother already had his own perfect life.

With a virtuous wife, a daughter with outstanding talents, and a huge family business, the Xudu Mountain, which stands in Dongzhou, is trying to take charge of the origin of the law of the Martial Desolate Continent.

Not to mention, there are many vassals scattered across the continent with a high status. If they meet later, the younger brother that Fu Qingge saw may have become the master of the six realms.

"Luo Li has been displaced with us, and she has encountered a lot of hardships over the years, but now she has an aunt and so many elders, and no one can bully her in the future." Qi Yewei responded with a smile, in this vast and smoke-like Martial Desolate Continent, her own Wufang Ghost Clan cannot be regarded as a wealthy family.

Only her father, Chen Yu, can achieve the full level of strength in Dongzhou, and he is the strongest ghost and god in the world. And now that there is the Eternal Clan, Chen Luoli's background pattern is getting bigger and bigger, and the power that accompanies her is getting stronger and stronger.

Yewei is actually very happy, after all, she can be regarded as a big family that has found her husband.

"After the Hui clan, Luo Li can also go to the Immortal Dao, where there is an opportunity for her." Fu Qingge spoke softly.

She looked at Chen Luoli, who was listening to the teachings, and felt very cordial because of the flow of blood. If her parents are still there, Chen Luoli can still call her grandparents.

Thinking of this, Shifu Qingge's expression was a little complicated. There is no way to trace the events of that year, but Chen Yu seems unwilling to give up, and is still looking for dead memories in the illusion.

No one knew that Chen Yu at this moment had actually woken up a long time ago. It's just that his divine thoughts covered him and dragged him to the distant Maitreya realm, the doppelganger sitting cross-legged beside the ancient tree of Cana.

The Demon Yarn Butterfly Emperor kept jumping, continuing to cast spells, rippling in mid-air, trying every means to trace the memories in Chen Yu's mind.

But after two years, the Demon Yarn Butterfly Emperor couldn't see the slightest bit of useful information. Until this moment, she finally spoke in despair: "Master, this time has passed too long, and it may have been worn out. The words fell, and Chen Yu, who was resting quietly, slowly opened his eyes, not surprised by this result.

The Demon Yarn Butterfly Emperor couldn't find any information because what happened back then didn't exist at all.

This may be difficult to understand, but what if the other party has mastered the law of time? With the power of the law, reverse the cycle of time and cover up the traces of what has happened, then this time node can no longer be found.

In the future, if someone uses their magical powers to trace back, they can only see a blank space, as if it never happened. However, who is so capable of stealing time?

In the past two years, Chen Yu has never been able to solve this mystery. He quietly looked at the ancient tree of Cana in front of him, and couldn't help but think of Gutuosha.

This prophet ancestor of the Maitreya realm is the only existence that can fully channel the dark codex. However, he disappeared.

So far, Chen Yu has no idea where he is trapped.

"If you're here, maybe you can give me the answer." Chen Yu whispered silently. Today's hope can only be pinned on Wuyue, she is the Dark Codex Buddha, and when she fuses all the origins one day, she will be able to exert all the power of the law.

"Master, I seem to be able to feel a trace of the breath of the long river." The Demon Yarn Butterfly Emperor frowned at this time and spoke.

In Chen Yu's memory, she smelled a strange smell.

"How long have the years?" Chen Yu's heart was immediately shocked. I still remember that when he was in the realm of the Prophet's Mansion in the Maitreya Realm, he encountered an old monster who came from the end of the long river of years to seek the secret of immortality, named Evil Sword Venerable.

The old monster hid in the Prophet's Mansion for many years, and finally slaughtered the entire Prophet's Mansion in anger because of his lies.

Chen Yu used the true appearance of the Luo Ghost King to kill him, and his spirit disappeared after that. But at the time, he didn't think deeply about the true origin of this old monster.

"Could it be that at the end of the long river of years, what's so funny?" Chen Yu frowned. There are law ontologies such as the Reincarnation River, the Huangquan River, and the Long River of Time in the Wild Continent.

Yan Mozi became the master of the Huangquan Dao, and naturally had the qualifications to dominate the Huangquan River, and could punish sentient beings, send ghosts, ghosts, and ghosts.

But Chen Yu has never been in contact with the long river of time, so can Chen Yu boldly guess that in a certain ancient time in the Wuhuang Continent, there are already people who have become the Dao Master of the years?

If the speculation is true, it will explain why, the Demon Yarn Butterfly Emperor cannot see the image in his mind, and cannot trace what has happened.

"I see." Chen Yu's eyes burst into coldness, and he quickly sorted out his thoughts, and finally found clues.

The only possibility is that there is an old man who can't see or touch it, and stole that time!

No matter what the other party's purpose is, this must have an inseparable relationship with Chen Yu's parents. It's no wonder that Fu Tian's family has investigated for so many years, but he has not found any traces, and he has not seen anyone alive or dead.

In the end, the answer lies at the end of the long river of years!