As the longest-lived life form in the Creation Continent, the World Tree is full of legends, it can walk around the Creation Continent in an instant, but it is forever imprisoned in the creation continent and cannot leave.

The Creation Continent is a huge cage in the eyes of the World Tree, imprisoning the World Tree for countless years, that time is too long, so far away that many times the World Tree will not take the initiative to recall the past experiences, those memories are too sad and painful for the World Tree.

The human beings of the Creation Continent, their experience is similar to that of the World Tree, the only difference between them is that the World Tree has an infinite lifespan, while those humans do not, even if they are lucky enough to enter the sleeping cultivators of the leyline, they are also a group of poor people.

This side of the world is too backward.

For hundreds of millions of years, no cultivator has successfully entered the realm of saints.

is so backward that there is no inheritance of cultivators.

Backward to the point of knowing nothing about the outside world.

If you fall behind to the realm of heaven and earth, you can be the king and hegemon in this heaven and earth.

This world is too sad.

The first battle of that year completely damaged the will of the Heavenly Dao of this heaven and earth, and after hundreds of millions of years of recovery, it still failed to return to its original state.

This heaven and earth is a cage, a real cage.

As a World Tree with an infinite lifespan, it is a number tree with ideas, and it is not willing to be imprisoned in this world for the rest of its life.

Break the shackles of this world and go to the outside world to see, even if it is a minute, even if it is death.

"Soon, Grandpa Tree's fate is about to come, human cultivators, you must not let Grandpa Tree down, otherwise, Grandpa Tree really doesn't mind letting the human race completely extinct on the Creation Continent after the troubled times are over. ”

The World Tree's tone was very cold, it had seen the extinction of the hundred races, in its eyes, the human cultivator was just a pawn of it, it didn't care about gambling, it didn't care about failure, success really only needed once.

Hundreds of millions of years have passed in the Creation Continent, and after the extinction of the hundred races, new races will be derived, each race is a passerby in the Creation Continent, and no race has ever been able to truly dominate the Creation Continent forever, which may be the will of Heaven and Earth in this world.

Human cultivators are not a race derived from the Creation Continent, they are the descendants of a group of invaders, yes, in the first battle of the year, the World Tree did not hesitate to choose to stand on the side of the Tu tribe of the Creation Continent, but unfortunately the Tu Clan was defeated in that battle, and finally had to leave the Creation Continent and go to other continents to survive.

Through hundreds of millions of years of research, the World Tree knows that human beings are a strong race, a race full of aggression, and such a race is the winner of natural selection.

The only regret is that the broken bone in the leyline of the Heavenly Sword Gate drags the inheritance in his hands, so that the human cultivators will not be able to get the inheritance of the saint realm and the cultivators at all, otherwise, the human race is afraid that the will of the Heavenly Dao of this heaven and earth will have been defeated and left the Creation Continent long ago.

Facing the broken bone in the vein of the Heavenly Sword Gate, the World Tree deeply swelled with a feeling of powerlessness, the cultivation realm of that broken bone was too terrifying, and it was a new realm that the World Tree didn't understand at all.

"Let's mess up, the more chaotic the better, it's best for you to break the will of the Heavenly Dao of this heaven and earth, let Grandpa Tree leave the Creation Continent, and Grandpa Tree will be a great tree......"

The World Tree roared a little hysterically.

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Zhao Tong stood at the gate of Xuanyang City, looking at the mortals coming and going in front of him with a flat gaze, standing in a high position like Zhao Tong, the mortal world was indeed too far away from him.

Cultivators are inherently different from mortals, people from two completely different worlds.

"The creativity of human beings is really strong, I haven't come to Xuanyang City for many years, but I didn't expect the scale of Xuanyang City to double, tsk tsk...... The current ruler of the Great Zhou Empire seems to be called Zhou Jun! He managed the Great Zhou Empire very well. ”

As the only subordinate empire of the Great Zhou Empire, Zhao Tong still knows a lot of information in the Great Zhou Empire, of course, the people Zhao Tong knows are limited to the Zhou Army, the lord of the Great Zhou Empire, as for who the crown prince is? It doesn't matter to Zhao Tong at all, he only needs a qualified lord to manage the Great Zhou Empire for the Heavenly Sword Gate.

Zhao Tong walked into Xuanyang City from the special passage for cultivators, and the guards standing at the city gate saw Zhao Tong coming towards him, and wanted to find out Zhao Tong's identity, but at that moment, they lost control of their bodies, and could only watch Zhao Tong calmly enter Xuanyang City.

Zhao Tong's figure quickly melted into the rolling crowd and disappeared.

"Who was that person just now? What a terrifying cultivation, one of his thoughts can actually control our bodies. One of the guards was half-crouched on the ground, sweating profusely.

"It looks a little familiar, it should be some big man in the Heavenly Sword Sect! That person ...... I think I've seen a portrait of him somewhere. The other guard leaned limply against the gate, his feet shaking.

The sight of Zhao Tong walking into Xuanyang City made countless guards stunned and frightened, as for ordinary mortals, they didn't feel much at all the momentum that Zhao Tong's body invisibly emanated, in their eyes, Zhao Tong was a powerful cultivator.

After Zhao Tong's figure disappeared into the crowd, a guard galloped away in the direction of the palace.

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"Big brother. Wu Rong stood in front of the Heavenly Dome Pavilion and hurriedly greeted Zhao Tong when he saw him coming over.

"Senior Brother Wu. After Zhao Tong saw Wu Rong, the corners of his mouth raised a slight arc.

"Senior brother, we junior brothers have been waiting for you so hard!" A few sad tears flowed from the corners of Wu Rong's eyes.

Zhao Tong stretched out his hand and patted Wu Rong's shoulder lightly, and said, "Senior Brother Wu, nearly two thousand years have passed, how come your cultivation realm still hasn't improved at all? ”

"Senior brother, I've been working hard in my cultivation, but I know my qualifications, it's not easy to get to where I am today, and no matter how much I do, I don't dare to ask for it. Wu Rong's gaze stayed on Zhao Tong.

"Only after shame can we make progress, let's go! Let's go first." Zhao Tong strode into the Heavenly Dome Pavilion.

"Senior Brother's cultivation realm...... Why can't I see through it all of a sudden? Could it be ......" Wu Rong followed behind Zhao Tong and used several insight techniques on Zhao Tong, but unfortunately he couldn't get a glimpse of Zhao Tong's current cultivation realm.

"It's broken, you can't see it's normal. Zhao Tong's words gently came into Wu Rong's ears, and that voice was a natural sound for Wu Rong.

Sage realm.

Wu Rong felt a burst of excitement in his heart.

Zhao Tong passed past the two guards, pushed open the door and walked into the backyard, and found a stone bench to sit down.

"Congratulations to the senior brother for getting his wish and successfully entering the realm of saints, and from then on transcending the cycle of life and death. Wu Rong stood respectfully beside Zhao Tong, crying with joy.

"The saint realm cannot transcend the cycle of life and death, but the life span is far longer than the realm of the Eight Laws Heaven and Earth, who in this world can truly transcend the cycle of life and death? Zhao Tong said with a smile.

Wu Rong sat opposite Zhao Tong in a restrained manner, looking at Zhao Tong with blazing eyes.

"What about Wuwei, did he leave the Creation Continent to find an opportunity for sanctification?" Zhao Tong took the initiative to ask.

"Well, Wu Wei left the Creation Continent eighteen years after you entered the World Tree Secret Realm, Senior Brother, and now there is no news coming back, and the Second Senior Brother is the same. ”

"I know, the two of them are still too anxious, hey! Actually, the opportunity to become holy is in the Creation Continent, there is no need to leave the Creation Continent, but unfortunately I know the news too late, and I haven't had time to tell them. ”

"Senior brother, isn't the opportunity for sanctification you mentioned in the secret realm of the World Tree?"

"Yes, this news was told to me by the broken bone in the leyline, I originally wanted to verify it myself and then tell Wuwei, but unfortunately after entering the secret realm of the World Tree, I was isolated from the world, and I couldn't pass the news out at all, but it's okay, the second junior brother and Wuwei have their own chances, this kind of thing is reluctant. Zhao Tong took out two jars of wine from the storage ring, threw one jar to Wu Rong and drank it slowly.

"Good wine!" Wu Rong slapped open the jar and took a few sips.

"Wine is not a thing, Senior Brother Wu, it is better to drink less in the future!" Zhao Tong was tasting wine, and he drank it very slowly.

"I can't quit anymore, I've been drinking it for hundreds of thousands of years, this thing is a second life for me, more important than a woman, hehehehe......" Wurong smirked.

"Forget it, don't talk about this, you won't listen to me anyway. Zhao Tong gave up the idea of persuading Wu Rong to quit drinking.

"Senior brother, at present, the Heavenly Sword Sect is completely chaotic, and the resurrected pseudo-saint realms in the leylines are busy fighting for power and profit, making the sect a miasma, I can't stand the bird's anger, so I followed the two little Taoist couples of Wuwei to take refuge here, and by the way, I helped Wuwei take care of the house......"

Zhao Tong listened to Wu Rong's nagging while drinking, he listened very carefully, and there was no impatience at all.

After a long time, Wu Rong closed his mouth and took a few large sips of wine to moisten his throat.

"Senior Brother Wu, I have no plans to return to the sect for the time being, let's live here for a while first!" After listening to Wu Rong's nagging, Zhao Tong spoke.

"Senior brother not returning to the sect?" Wu Rong was surprised by Zhao Tong's words.

"Don't go back! Even if you go back, it's useless, there is that broken bone in the sect, no one can really control the Heavenly Sword Gate, let them toss blindly! When they are tired of tossing, they will naturally stop, and besides, the broken bone will not allow them to play with the Heavenly Sword Gate." Zhao Tong chuckled.

"Senior Brother has now achieved the Saint Realm, can't he still spy on the First Realm of the Divine Cultivator Dripping Blood Realm?" Wu Rong asked after a moment of silence.

"No, there is no inheritance, it is too difficult to enter the first realm of the cultivator dripping blood realm, back then, because there was no inheritance of the saint realm, so I took a lot of detours and wasted hundreds of thousands of years in vain, so now I don't want to think about the first realm of the cultivator dripping blood realm for the time being, for the time being, I still want to consolidate the saint realm first before talking about anything else. ”

Hearing Zhao Tong's words, Wu Rong was messy for a while......