With Qian Tangjun's promise, Ji Xiao naturally borrowed the Dragon God Seal smoothly. However, Qian Tangjun reminded Ji Xiao that even if he is a descendant of the legendary Holy Queen, not everyone will obey him.

He killed Gongzi Mo, there is a cause and effect in the dark, and the people of Lingtai Mountain will come to the door sooner or later. Fortunately, Ji Xiao is not in the sea realm, otherwise as soon as the order of Lingtai Mountain comes out, Ji Xiao will immediately have no place to stand, and he will face endless pursuit.

Ji Xiao is not Qiantang Jun, and he has not yet reached the point where he can compete with the entire Super Holy Land alone.

Qiantang Jun also revealed that Lingtai Mountain is backed by the Bodhi Pure Land of the Demon Realm, which is the fundamental reason for its domination of the Sea Realm, if it is developed according to the Mandate of Heaven, Lingtai Mountain will eventually be the biggest opponent of Ji Xiao's unification of the Mountain Realm and the Sea Realm.

Ji Xiao knew very well that if he wanted to refine the World Origin Will, he would indeed become the master of the Mountain Realm and the Sea Realm, unless he was willing to take the risk of being assimilated by the World Origin Will and not take any action.

Therefore, the prophecy of the Dongyi witch is not impossible to fulfill.

The mystery of fate lies in this, it will always show its side, but it will not tell the specifics, but the historical process will eventually be like a river flowing into the sea and going where it should go.

Ji Xiao only sighed, but he did not fall into the confusion of fate, because he firmly believed that history can be created by people, and individuals are not necessarily puppets under fate.

Urging the Dragon God Seal, the geography of the mountains and rivers of Tiannan Yunmeng is as clear as the observation pattern in the palm of his hand, and Ji Yu finally found the place to communicate with the world in his previous life according to his memory.

It's not far, it's only 10,000 miles away from the Dongting Dragon Palace.

After discovering that place, Ji Xiao didn't stay long, let alone wait for gluttony, because gluttony was willing to look for him, and he would definitely be able to find him.

Bidding farewell to the supreme god-king Qiantang Jun, Ji Xiao, Wusheng and Qinghuo went to the place he was looking for.

The green mountains were faint and the forests were dense, and when Ji Xiao found that cave, there was no patio that communicated the two worlds as he imagined, and there was not even a trace of magic.

He went to the place where the tribe that believed in the barbarian sky was located, but it was now a small deserted village, and he could not find anything about the original tribe of savages.

But Ji Yu remembered the geography of the mountains and rivers when he first came to this place, and all the characteristics were consistent, except that there was no patio connecting the two worlds, let alone the original savage tribe, as for what barbarian heaven, it seemed that it didn't exist at all.

Ji Xiao was very puzzled, could it be that the mountain realm he came to was the same as the mountain realm he had explored before, which was already plausible, or there were other deep-seated reasons.

In any case, he couldn't find a way to go back to the world of his previous life for the time being.

Ji Xiao couldn't help but be disappointed.

Life is everywhere, it should be like Feihong stepping on the slush. Occasionally, there are fingers and claws on the mud, and Hongfei counts things.

But he couldn't even count Feihong stepping on the slush because he couldn't find any trace of the connection with the previous life.

The Origin Will of the World invaded his somewhat weak Dao Heart at the right time, giving Ji Yu the feeling of a big dream in the world. He is not Ji Xiao of the previous lives, and now he is still in big trouble.

Ji Xiao was in a daze outside the cave, and it had been a few days in a row.

Qinghuo wanted to comfort him, but Ji Xiao was slow to respond.

Qinghuo didn't know that Ji Xiao was now like a soybean, but the original will of this world was like a big stone mill, slowly turning, trying to wipe out Ji Liao's will.

"There is something in my clan, I have to go first, Wusheng, you take good care of Ji Yu, I will come back after the matter is over." Qinghuo solemnly entrusts Wusheng.

There is no life.

Qinghuo reluctantly left.

Wusheng is a person who doesn't talk much, and after Qinghuo left, he just practiced his sword diligently every day.

Autumn turns to winter, and heavy snow falls on the mountains. Ji Xiao hadn't left the rock where he was sitting for a long time, and his body was covered with thick snow. Wusheng didn't care, he knew that Ji Xiao was cold and hot.

The green mountains are white, and the earth is also covered in silver.

Ji Yu can actually clearly perceive everything in the outside world, but he is like a mortal nightmare, unable to lift his hands and feet.

His mind can exist, but he can't control his body and mana.

Ji Xiao has a faint spiritual power on his body, invading the mountains and forests and the wilderness.

His innate affinity with plants and trees has not been lost in this life. Ji Xiao couldn't control his body, so he simply attached his spirit to the grass and trees.

Plants and trees cannot walk, they cannot climb, and where they are born, they will die.

Ji Xiao was used to such days a long time ago, but he was a little unaccustomed to it at first. Habit is a terrible force that often unconsciously puts a person in a certain mode and is at ease.

Accustomed to being free, it can be very uncomfortable to be confined to one place.

But after a while, Ji Xiao got used to the feeling of not being able to move.

What's more, his spirit can extend to more distant places through grass and trees, but it is difficult to interfere with the outside world.

At some point, his spirit attached to the grass and trees and arrived at the savage village.

This should be a relatively large tribe, and the people in it should be strong, believe in the gods with peace of mind, and live a happy life of working at sunrise and resting at sunset.

But now the people here are all yellow and thin, their physique is not very good, in previous years, they could still rely on collecting the fruits of the mountains and forests, rounding up wild beasts, barely survived, and now the heavy snow covers the mountains, how can there be a chance to forage.

The village's food stock will not last for the next spring, and it may not be long before they all have to eat the corpses of their own people.

Survival and continuation of the bloodline is the natural instinct of every living being in the world.

When Ji Xiao saw it, he felt pity.

If he could still move freely, saving them would have been a gesture, but now it seems that there is nothing he can do.

Ji Xiao noticed a seedling not far away, and he recognized the seedling, which was called Suimu.

Eating it can enhance a person's physique and fill a stomach.

Ji Xiao had an idea in his heart, and he drove the grass and trees around him to flow vitality to the seedlings of the stalks. Because there is very little sunlight in winter, the climate is cold.

Therefore, it takes a lot of vitality to grow a tree.

But Ji Xiao is still trying hard, he can't help himself now, but it seems good to be able to help these poor villagers.

He's not a saint, but he's not a bad guy either.

Doing good deeds is sometimes not about getting rewarded, but also about happiness.

The tree grows at a rate visible to the naked eye, attracting the attention of a small child.

Soon more people, the ignorant and simple villagers, thought it was a miracle.

The tree is only big enough for one person to hug, but it has already blossomed and borne fruit.

"You can eat its branches, bark, and leaves, and survive the winter, but leave the seeds. There was an indifferent and lofty voice in the air, as if it was outside the nine heavenly clouds, and it seemed to be in the ears of the villagers.

They believe that it is an instruction from the gods.

Misfortune produces despair, but if a miracle occurs, despair becomes faith.

The gods can perform miracles, and the suffering villagers are convinced.

Moreover, after eating the saki, they began to become stronger, and they also solved the problem of food and clothing.