When Yuan Chen, a teenager, regained consciousness, he was already lying on a white sand beach by the waves.

The warm sea breeze blew slightly on Yuan Chen's face, and he staggered up, finding that the clothes on his body had been torn to pieces, but his body was not injured at all.

Seeing the blood stains on his clothes, Yuan Chen guessed that he should have been disemboweled, and his body may have recovered when he landed when he was drifting in the current, and his body may have recovered when he landed on the shore.

Yuan Chen shook his head, shook out the sea water accumulated in his ears, and looked at the island in front of him.

A huge mountain peak with no top of the ceiling towered in front of Yuan Chen, and the sea of clouds above it was full of fairy energy.

"Is this a secluded place for a worldly master?" Yuan Chen stood up, and just as he took the first step, his keen consciousness made his neck twist, and he found that the sea behind him had suddenly disappeared.

The beach that Yuanchen was washed by the sea has now turned into a cliff, and the ocean has become a cloud and mist filled with mountain streams.

"It's ...... Hallucination?" Yuan Chen probed down with his foot, and found that there was really a cliff without heels, and sighed in his heart, "With such a ability to change the heavens and the earth, there won't be a saint living on this holy mountain, right?"

With doubts in his mind, Yuan Chen resolutely decided to climb this peak to take a look, and drifted to the foot of the holy mountain, since he was not directly driven away by the master here, it shows that the master is not disgusted by his arrival.

Yuan Chen had also been trying to find someone to ask him how he could jump out of this endless reincarnation, and the hunch in his heart told him that the owner of the holy mountain in front of him might know the answer.

In this life, although Yuan Chen finally got his wish to enter the cultivation world, his cultivation was not high at a young age, and in front of this holy mountain like a fairyland, Yuan Chen's little bit of Taoism was almost no different from that of mortals.

It's like the former Yuan Chen, who can dominate a ruin realm and be the master of a realm with the cultivation of a king.

However, in front of the powerhouses of the Holy Realm, the Martial Dao Monarch was almost indistinguishable from the ants, and he was instantly killed when he turned his hand.

Although Yuan Chen was now able to recall some memories of the past, these memories were gradually diluted in the reincarnation close to eternity, and he vaguely felt that even when he had cultivated to be the most powerful, in front of this mighty holy mountain, he was no different from mortals.

Climbing the mountain all day long, Yuan Chen didn't know how long he had climbed, he rested on the edge of the cliff when he was tired, drank clouds and rain when he was thirsty, and looked for spiritual fruits in some fruit trees on the mountain when he was hungry.

These cloud dew and spirit fruits, which have absorbed the mysterious aura surrounding the holy mountain for many years, are also different from ordinary spirit plants, and contain powerful energy.

Yuan Chen took these cloud dew and spirit fruits, and his cultivation was also constantly improving, and after climbing his holy mountain for decades, Yuan Chen finally arrived at a relatively large artificial terrace.

Years of climbing have long smoothed out Yuan Chen's sharpness, his clothes are torn and he is not in the mood to change, with a long beard and unkempt long hair, he didn't go far before he saw two old men sitting quietly in the middle of the terrace, they looked at the chessboard in the middle and pondered each other, as if they were thinking about each other's way to win chess.

Yuan Chen was worried that his movements would disturb them, so he watched the old men playing against each other from a distance.

Two old men, one wearing a wide gray robe, with crane hair and a childish face, looked quite energetic, and the other old man had cut off three thousand threads of trouble, and he was wearing a silver-white monk's robe, meditating like an old monk sitting in meditation.

It seems that this move is played by the old man in the gray robe, and he doesn't know how long he has been thinking about it, Yuan Chen looked at the old man who has been maintaining the same action for I don't know how many hours.

Yuan Chen tried his best to keep his breath and didn't dare to move, but he also wanted to see what kind of chess game could make the two worldly masters meditate for so long.

As soon as he took a step, Yuan Chen felt that the time and space around him seemed to freeze, and his presence disturbed the tranquility of this place, breaking the delicate balance between the two old men when they were playing.

The gray-robed old man suddenly smiled, threw the chess pieces in his hand, and said happily: "Haha! I said that this kid couldn't help but come up!"

"Amitabha!" the old monk shook his head and chanted, "We didn't bet on the time he moved, you won this moment, and I won all the time before, and I won more." ”

"This has to do with me, anyway, if he moves, I will win, regardless of the time!" The gray-robed old man didn't care about the old monk's reaction, got up and stretched.

"That...... Two old-timers...... In the next ......, "Yuan Chen just wanted to take a few steps closer, but was interrupted by the old monk.

The old monk smiled, and immediately turned into a child, and said to Yuan Chen in a childish voice: "Donor, the two of us are actually very young, and we can't afford to be a 'old' word. ”

"Alas, why are you so cautious about your old bald donkey, this kid calls you 'old-timer' to give you face, you really don't know each other, and you have become a little bald donkey, no matter how you change, you can't change the fact that you are a bald donkey!" The gray-robed old man held the crown of hair on his head, as if he was showing off that he had more hair than the old monk.

Yuan Chen thought to himself that even if anyone had a single hair, it would be more than the old monk's hair, and the same monk was not something to be proud of.

After being told by the gray-robed old man, he didn't react much, and turned into the appearance of an old monk again, and said with a smile: "This little donor pays great attention to his extroverted appearance, and I am also pointing him out when I say this." ”

"It's also fate to meet, boy, how long did you climb to get here?" The old man didn't look at Yuan Chen's cultivation, perhaps in his opinion, Yuan Chen's cultivation realm was insignificant at all.

"Two seniors, I don't know how long I climbed, it should be less than a hundred years. Yuan Chen replied truthfully.

"100 Years...... So-so. The gray-robed old man pouted and sat down again, and began to play with chess pieces in his hands.

The old monk glanced at the gray-robed old man and said with a smile: "Master Yuanchen, it is already remarkable that you can climb Mount Meru to get here in a hundred years.

"Two old men...... Senior, do you know my name?" said Yuan Chen with some surprise.

"The red dust has gone through calamities, and eternity has become smoke. The old monk chanted softly, "The name is just a code name that is remembered by heaven and earth, and cultivators will gradually forget their code names as time passes, but heaven and earth will not forget, knowing your current code name, it is because your name has been remembered by heaven and earth." ”

"The old bald donkey and I have been practicing for a long time, and now we have long forgotten the name of the ordinary people at the beginning. The gray-robed old man said quietly.

Yuan Chen glanced at the chess pieces in the hands of the gray-robed old man, as well as the chessboard in front of him, and was attracted by a mysterious power.

The old monk immediately pointed out, and the wonderful power sealed the power of the laws that guided Yuan Chen on the chessboard, allowing Yuan Chen to ease his senses.

"Your cultivation is not enough, this chessboard is not something you can look at now. The old monk smiled.

"Two seniors, I just heard you say that this is 'Mount Meru', I don't know if there is a top of this mountain? You two are ...... here" Yuan Chen thought to himself that the cultivation of these two seniors is high, and they are obviously characters who have lived for a long time, and the mountain that they can't climb by themselves, maybe these two seniors can go up.

"Mount Meru has no summit, or no foothills, and everywhere you are is Sumeru. The old monk explained, "You have a very good talent for time and space cultivation, and if you feel it here for a few more years, you will be able to understand the meaning of my words." ”

The gray-robed old man looked at Yuan Chen with a thoughtful look, knowing that Yuan Chen had an understanding, he didn't bother Yuan Chen, studied the chess game in front of him again, and landed on it.

By the time Yuan Chen's eyes returned to clarity again, it had been a few years, and a mysterious power of time and space had emerged on his body, as if as long as Yuan Chen's mind was longing, he could go to any realm.

"In seven years, Yuanchen's time and space attainments have reached the Holy Realm, and you are really talented. The old monk found that Yuanchen came to his senses and congratulated him on the side.

Yuan Chen seemed to have heard of the existence of the Holy Realm in his memory, but he only knew that it was a very profound realm.

I didn't expect that just because of the old monk's words, it took me seven years to cultivate the way of time and space to the holy realm, which is really incredible.

However, Yuan Chen did not have any complacency, he understood that he had these achievements, and it was closely related to the old monk's point and the mysterious aura around Mount Meru.

"Senior, Yuan Chen dare not forget the grace of the point!" Yuan Chen was excited and wanted to worship, but there was a wonderful force that supported his body, making him unable to kneel.

"Don't be in a hurry to worship this bald donkey, you have learned the rules of Mount Meru, and we will be the same door in the future. It was the gray-robed old man who held Yuan Chendi's body, and he smiled, "We delayed you here for some time, it was the bald donkey who insisted on seeing you in advance before he invited him to the master, and now that you have comprehended the way of time and space in advance, you are qualified to go to see the master with us." ”

"Master, fellow disciples?" Yuan Chen didn't quite understand what the gray-robed old man said, but just when he wanted to ask the gray-robed old man what this meant, suddenly everything in front of him suddenly dissipated.

The clouds and mist obscured Yuanchen's vision again, and when he could see clearly again, the originally wide terrace had been transformed into a cliffside platform that was enough to settle on.

Yuan Chen squatted on the edge of the long stone at his feet, gently brushing away the dust on it, leaving a strange symbol on it.

This is a very ancient language, although Yuan Chen can't understand this symbol, but he can understand the meaning of the person who left the symbol from above.

"This is the road sign left by my predecessors, and he pointed out the direction for me...... "Yuan Chen no longer focused on the unreachable mountain top above his head, he had already understood the true path of this holy mountain because of the old monk's mention of Mount Meru.