Chapter 322 Bai Ze: Good luck with the journey
Seven days later.
With Bai Chuan alone in Dao Yantian, Bai Chuan sat up from the bed comfortably and stretched his waist.
"I slept for three days, it's okay."
After yawning, Bai Chuan stood up and used a dust-avoiding technique that was not necessary at all, thinking that he had finished 'washing up'.
Standing at the edge of Dao Yantian, Bai Chuan was stunned for a moment, and then sat on the void.
Here, you can have a panoramic view of the entire prehistoric world.
Through a layer of world's 'fetal membrane', you can see the most obvious one, Tianzhu.
"Now, I can stand at this height."
The prehistoric world was huge, much larger than the previous 'dream' world.
Solar system? 27,000 light-years in diameter?
In the ancient world, it was not even comparable to the full power of the Golden Immortal's magical powers.
Milky Way? One hundred thousand light years?
It's not even comparable to the magical power of Zongdi's golden light.
The ancient world is too vast.
From weak mortals to saints who raise their hands to act out the chaotic world, they cover everything.
The prehistoric world is infinitely better than the familiar myth in dreams.
In an instant, the golden light spread across the earth for 300,000 miles, and in the hands of Yuanshi, who had not yet attained enlightenment, it lasted for 300,000 light years...
Of course, light-year is just a unit of counting. There is no concept of light-year in the prehistoric era, because the light in the prehistoric era is also different.
Prehistoric times may have changed because of their own 'incitement', and everything here is very different.
But Bai Chuan believes that even without himself, everything is different from what he once knew.
The loving Hongjun, the Holy Mother Nuwa, Fuxi who is extremely firm in his heart, does not covet the fate of the monster clan, nor does he want to be a soft meal of his 'sister'.
Taiqing is not truly inaction, his potential heart is also very active.
Yuanshi Tongtian did not rely on the human race to achieve enlightenment, nor did he get any luck from the human race. Brothers, friends, and brothers respected each other and thought of each other.
Di Jun has a very charming personality, and he has never even thought about using the luck of the demon race to achieve enlightenment.
There is a certain pride in Taiyi's heart, but this pride is the kind of pride that looks down on the world and does not take everything into consideration.
There is nothing about "establishing a clan" or "competing for luck" in the Wu clan. They just live a normal life.
Di Jiang had great righteousness in his heart and was determined to inherit Pangu's wishes.
And Hou Tu... Although she seemed to have been taking advantage back then, the moment she took out the Nine Transformations Mysterious Technique, I wonder what the 'little favor' she got was.
Zhu Jiuyin... is not easy to comment on, just like the Lezi people who traveled through time.
Hongyun is straightforward and honest, and has a pure heart, correcting mistakes and admitting punishment. Zhen Yuanzi has a "firmness" in his heart and a "strategy" that is unique to him.
What puzzled Bai Chuan the most was Kunpeng.
This... seems to be really influenced.
Kunpeng, who is now dedicated to the demon clan, do you think he can stab Emperor Jun in the back and plunder Hetu Luoshu?
The two of them in the West are not bad either. Although they are shameless, at least... they still have a conscience.
The captive creatures are really nothing compared to other powerful evils.
Moreover, he was provided with delicious food and drink, and even taught magic arts and magical powers.
But after all, it 'imprisoned' the freedom of others, so Bai Chuan also deliberately struck it.
There is another person who is the most incomprehensible, but very reasonable.
Prince of the East.
Don't mention it, you're a lunatic.
Bai Chuan's eyes seemed to be filled with stars and a sea of stars.
The next moment, as if he was planning something on his mind, he had an idea in his mind and raised the corners of his mouth slightly.
‘Then, the next script will be written by Pindao. ’
Originally, Bai Chuan had no idea of 'arrangement'.
But my master said that as you gain a deeper grasp of the way of heaven, you will understand more about the most important 'authenticity'.
It's okay to open a small privilege occasionally. After all, keep your mission in mind, everything is to slay demons, and everything is the prehistoric world.
After briefly 'brainwashing' himself, Bai Chuan stood up and headed towards Honghuang.
The first step is to start from the ground.
In the ancient northwest, there is an endless sea of blood.
"Houtu, have you really thought about it?"
"Think about it."
"Your choice...I can't say anything, it's just...I..."
"You will remember me, right?"
"……must."
Bai Ze sighed heavily, and a dizzy feeling rushed over him.
If he could, he really wouldn't want Hou Tu to make such a big sacrifice.
Will we never see each other again?
In the world, Hou Tu no longer exists?
There was hope in Bai Ze's heart, a possibility of 'reversal'.
For some reason, his secrets seemed to be blocked.
No matter how he calculated, even if he burned his essence and blood, he would only get one result: the earth would turn into reincarnation, and the body would turn into the netherworld.
All the gossip calculations, Ziwei calculations, and even abandoning everything and practicing "pongguan" bit by bit are all the results of this.
Have your thoughts been influenced by others?
This kind of thing is definitely impossible.
No matter how great the prehistoric times were, there were definitely no more than ten people who could influence him unknowingly.
But none of these people will affect him! not a single one!
Before a sad thing happens, you will take chances and even let your guard down due to the appearance in front of you.
But when the matter is really imminent, the millions of relief in your heart cannot resist this mental imbalance.
Obviously...it's just the beginning.
Even if the Taoist heart is clear...can't it be suppressed?
"Bai Ze, why is your hair white? Is it dyed?"
Gonggong walked up, stood beside Bai Ze, and put his arm around Bai Ze's shoulders. His strong body made Bai Ze look so thin.
Bai Ze was startled slightly and opened his eyes.
hiss!
Gonggong was frightened.
"What's wrong?" Bai Ze asked confused.
"No, it's nothing." Gonggong's mouth twitched.
Is Bai Ze unconscious?
From Gonggong's perspective, Bai Ze's black hair faded in an instant, and his newly opened eyes shed two drops of blood and tears.
"Really?" Bai Ze shook his head, and then looked at Hou Tu.
Hou Tu turned his head and looked at Bai Ze. At this moment, there was finally a trace of mist in his eyes.
"Ze, your eyes."
Bai Ze wiped it quickly, charged his eyes with mana, and regained his clarity for a moment: "I'm sorry."
Bai Ze didn't make up any clumsy lies.
He didn't even know what he looked like.
At this time, a bunch of the eleven ancestral witches who came to see Hou Tu had been knocked unconscious by Di Jiang, leaving only Di Jiang, Zhu Jiuyin and Gonggong, who was told the 'truth' by Zhu Jiuyin.
When Gonggong saw this scene, he glared at Zhu Jiuyin fiercely.
However, Zhu Jiuyin smiled teasingly and rubbed his swollen left cheek. Don't ask, if you ask, it means something went wrong in your practice. You definitely didn't get beaten for spying on time.
He silently took the photo ball to record.
I wanted to record a scene of Bai Ze breaking down, kneeling down and crying, but... it's a pity.
"No, it doesn't matter." Hou Tu stuttered a little and said:
"Then...I'm going."
Saying that, Hou Tu looked at the dead souls floating on the sea of blood and gave himself a shot of heart-stimulating medicine.
Bai Ze suddenly felt his voice became hoarse, so hoarse that he couldn't speak.
Countless words were stuck in my throat, and I couldn't spit them out no matter what.
Thousands of words, after a broken sound that everyone could hear clearly, turned into one sentence:
"Houstu, have a nice trip."
Hou Tu turned his head, a line of clear tears streaked down his cheek, and a crystal drop fell on the 'thick soil'.
In his eyes was Bai Ze with a curve at the corner of his mouth, just like when they met back then.
‘Fellow Taoist, this is not how fish are eaten. ’
‘I have time now and don’t have to wait for the opportunity in the future. Does Fellow Taoist Bai Ze have a dojo? Let me go and sit in your dojo. ’
‘Fellow Taoist, do you want to come and see the Wu Clan? ’
‘I am already the shaman who cares about image the most. ’
‘Eat this, Bai Ze. Try this, Bai Ze. What you made is really delicious. ’
‘Fellow Taoist Hou Tu, this is too precious. ’
‘Fellow Taoist, can you not practice today? ’
‘Fellow Taoist, I’m really tired. Is there any other way? ’
‘Fellow Taoist, how could it be possible for Pindao to join the demon clan? ’
‘Houtu, why don’t we go to the west together and see. ’
‘Achuan, what’s the price? ’
‘Houstu, have a nice journey. ’
"Baize, it's a smooth journey."
Zhu Jiuyin: "Ahem... Qi"