When Yang Yibu and his party returned to the fairy world, the darkness had passed, and the vibration between heaven and earth had stopped.

"There is a road paved with white bones in the sky above the fairy world".

As soon as he arrived at the fairy realm, the black-horned dragon roared loudly in a big voice.

In fact, they had already seen this road paved with white bones, but they didn't say it.

At this time, not only Yang Yibu and his party saw this white bone road that went straight to the immortal realm from the distant void space.

All the monks in the immortal realm saw this path paved with white bones, and at this moment, all the monks were boiling.

They were talking non-stop, and everyone was making their own guesses, guessing what would happen in the fairy world.

The monks of the fairy realm guessed a lot from the white bone road that was chilling and exuding the vicissitudes of life.

Creepy and terrifying things came, and for a while, everyone in the fairy world was in danger, and there was a sad voice, as if the end of the world was coming.

The appearance of this ancient white bone path not only caused panic in the fairy world, but also reached the end as time went by.

Every monk in the universe knew about this strange thing, and this matter quickly fermented, and in the end, it even caused panic in the entire universe.

There is a kind of remark that is about to be destroyed, and the first place to be destroyed is the fairy world, and for a time everyone in the entire universe is in danger, and grief and sorrow are shrouded in the hearts of every monk.

No matter how panicked and overwhelmed the monks of the entire immortal realm and even the entire universe were, there was no great power at all.

Stand up and give an explanation and explanation for this strange thing, and no one has the power to say even a word.

So in addition to the horror and panic, a large number of monks chose to flee the fairy world, but some chose to stay.

Because the monks who stayed behind, they all thought that the entire universe was not safe, and it was better to escape with great effort than to wait for death in the fairy world.

Even if they escaped from the fairy world, it was just the difference between dying a few days early and dying a few days later, so they chose to stay in the fairy world instead of fleeing out.

Even if such a strange incident occurred in the immortal realm, not a single monk who had cultivated above the middle level of the ninth level of the Mahayana period stood up to explain to the many monks.

It's not that these powers don't know what's going to happen anymore, it's that they know too well what the whole universe is going to happen.

They are now all trying to use every minute and every second of their time to make final preparations.

In the past, these great powers had plenty of time, and their time was on par with the sky, and they could squander this worthless time at will.

However, now they feel that they are running out of time, and they have to hold on to every minute and every second.

"It's time to come or it~".

Every monk after the middle of the ninth level of the Mahayana period was silently muttering in their hearts.

"Huh~".

On this day, a huge crimson coffin came to the sky above the heavenly court.

"Welcome back to Master Zu~".

The mountain gate of the Heavenly Court was opened, all the guardian formations were removed, and all the monks of the Heavenly Court came out, kneeling all over the heavens and the earth.

No matter how high their cultivation was, they all bowed respectfully to the huge coffin hovering in the sky.

"Whew~".

The crimson lid of the coffin flew up out of thin air, and Yin Wuliang stepped out of the coffin.

"Bang dang~".

At the moment when Yin Wuliang walked out of the coffin, in the clear sky, a huge thunderbolt exploded.

"Hmph~".

Yin Wuliang snorted coldly, raised his head, and glanced at the sky coldly.

Although the thunder was loud, it did not fall in the cold snort of Yin Wuliang after all.

Yin Wuliang snorted coldly, and I picked up a huge crimson coffin.

"Get up, all of you, and go in together."

After Yin Wuliang put away the coffin, he took the lead in stepping into the mountain gate of Heavenly Court.

"Boom~".

Not long after Yin Wuliang returned to the Heavenly Court, countless streams of light entered the Heavenly Realm from all directions.

Some of these monks in the streamer knew Yang Yibu or didn't know, but they were all monks from the middle of the ninth level to the peak of the ninth level of the Mahayana period.

These monks are all ruthless characters who stomp their feet, and the universe will tremble for them, and these monks are not all monks in the fairy world.

They come from all the great worlds of the universe, and the purpose of their coming to the immortal realm is all an ancient road paved with white bones.

In the Great Hall of the Heavenly Court, all the monks of the Heavenly Court withdrew one after another after paying homage to the Ancestor Yin Wuliang.

"Yiren, if you don't stay, the rest of the people will all disperse."

When Yang Yibu and Li Ya and the last few of them were about to withdraw from the main hall, Yin Wuliang spoke out to keep Yang Yibu.

"Yes, Patriarch".

Yang Yibu respectfully bowed to Yin Wuliang and stood below with his hands down.

"Ib, you might as well call me master."

After everyone left, Yin Wuliang waved his hand, closed the door of the main hall, and looked at Yang Yibu with both eyes and said.

"Yes, master~".

Yang Yibu didn't ask Yin Wuliang why, because Yin Wuliang said this, Yang Yibu felt that it made sense, and besides, when he cultivated to the point where they did, he didn't have the meaning of being coy.

Although Yang Yibu had thousands of whys in his heart, he couldn't open his mouth to ask.

Because since Yang Yibu saw Yin Wuliang for the first time on earth, he had an inexplicable feeling, and he felt that Yin Wuliang was like his own relatives.

He didn't know why he felt like this, the first time they met, looking at Yin Wuliang's old face, Yang Yibu felt like crying.

It's like seeing someone close to you you've been longing to see for hundreds of millions of years.

This time, Yang Yibu saw Yin Wuliang again, and this feeling did not fade with the passage of time, but this feeling became more urgent and real.

"Ibu, I know you have many, many questions for me, and I know what questions you have to ask me."

Yin Wuliang looked at Yang Yibu gently with his kind and soft eyes and said.

"Master, if I ask you, can you tell the disciples?"

Yang Yibu raised his head and looked at Yin Wuliang who was sitting on the wide seat, his eyes with crystal tears flashing.

Yang Yibu didn't know why his heart had such a peculiar reaction, he had a feeling that his heart was like a knife.

"Yiren, the master can't tell you, it's not the time yet, you need to know that I will always be your master."

Yin Wuliang looked at Yang Yibu, and after looking at it for a while, he sighed softly and said.

From Yin Wuliang's expression, it can be seen that Yin Wuliang is trying to suppress and control something, but Yin Wuliang is extremely cultivated, and this change in him is not carefully observed.

This is difficult to see from his subtle expressions, but Yang Yibu does not see with his eyes, he feels it with his heart.

"Master, when can you tell me".

Yang Yibu tried hard to suppress the knife-like emotion in his heart, and asked in a very ordinary tone.

"Ib, the only thing I can tell you right now is that you have to work hard to cultivate, and there is not much time left for you."

Yin Wuliang's expression became serious, and he looked at Yang Yibu and said softly.

"Master, you said that there is not much time left for the disciple, and how many years is the little time?"

Yang Yibu asked, and he heard a hint of urgency in Yin Wuliang's words.

In addition to the strange things that are happening in the fairy world and even the entire universe now, Yang Yibu keenly grasped something, but he didn't grasp anything.

"Ibu, I can tell you this, the time left for you is only 10,000 years at most, but never more than 15,000 years."

Yin Wuliang tried his best to say to Yang Yibu in calm words, his words were not shocking, but they set off a storm in Yang Yibu's heart.

What is going to happen, is it really the rumor to the monks in the universe that the universe is about to be destroyed?

Yang Yibu's heart was full of thoughts, and he couldn't wait to know what he wanted to know from Yin Wuliang immediately.

But at the same time, he also knew that Yin Wuliang who could tell him would definitely tell him, and he wouldn't tell him, no matter how he asked, Yin Wuliang wouldn't tell himself.

"Master, can you tell me what's going to happen?"

Yang Yibu pretended to be pitiful, he hoped to impress Yin Wuliang in this way, so that Yin Wuliang could tell him something, if not all.

"Ib, if the time is not right, it will not help to tell you, you can only cultivate hard, and when the time comes, you will naturally know."

Yin Wuliang's voice was very light and soft, as if he was in a dream, but his words were very clear, so that Yang Yibu did not mishear a word.

"Master, when is the time?"

Yang Yib asked a question again, and he hoped that Yin Wuliang would be able to answer his own question.

"Ib, when you can enter the one hundred and eighth floor of the Zhenshi Tower, you will be able to know everything you need to know."

This time, Yin Wuliang answered Yang Yibu's question very happily.

"Master, do I have to enter the one hundred and eighth floor of the Zhenshi Tower within 10,000 years?"

After Yang Yibu thought about it, he looked at Yin Wuliang again and asked.

"Yes, Ibu, you must enter the one hundred and eighth floor of the Zhenshi Tower within 10,000 years, no more than 15,000 years at most."

Yin Wuliang said to Yang Yibu in a very positive voice.

"Master, it is indeed very difficult to enter the Zhenshi Pagoda within 10,000 years, can you tell the disciple what method you need to use to enter the one hundred and eighth floor of the Zhenshi Pagoda within 10,000 years."

Yang Yibu opened his mouth and asked, Yang Yibu knew that according to his previous experience, in order to open the one hundred and eighth floor of the Zhenshi Pagoda to himself, his own cultivation must at least reach the peak of the ninth level of the Mahayana period.