Chapter 1820 Don’t Be Afraid

The broken time will eventually be restored, and the long river flowing against the current will still run forward in the end - if there is an eternal truth in the world, "time moves forward" must be one of them.

The Shenxiao world is a vibrant and complete world, and it must have its own time and space order.

In the previous plot, Zen Master Xingnian created a time maze and pushed the time of Shenxiao Land and the demon world away. This itself is the use of the world rules of Shenxiao Land. In other words, it is what Shenxiao Land wants to break away from the time of the demon world and establish its own time order.

Even without Zen Master Xingnian, it will also move in this direction.

Zen Master Xingnian's move is in line with this "time".

As the situation evolves to the present, the destruction of Feiguang has broken and reshaped the time and space order of Shenxiao Land. This is undoubtedly revolutionary, and the world has leaped forward.

The young monsters participating in the Shenxiao Bureau caught a glimpse of the mantra stone tablet left by King Shenxiao in the process of breaking the time and space order.

As for now, it is in the process of reshaping the time and space order, returning to this shore.

This process was originally smooth and peaceful.

The risk of peeping into the truth of history was erased because of the Manifestations Stele, and returning to the "present" where order has been restored should not be a problem.

But in the endless fleeting light, such a voice sounded.

It was weak, old, and painful.

So said-

"Young man, walk slowly!"

The endless fleeting light seemed to have stopped at this moment.

One of the streams of light jumped out of the long river of time, allowing the viewer to see its true appearance, which was a white feather stained with golden light, floating on the sacred mountain.

The conversation in front of the Manifestations Stele has been cut off, and the mood at that time seems to have remained there.

Still on the sacred mountain, in front of the Fountain of Youth.

Lu Qilang pressed his sword with his hand but did not draw it, and Yang Hehe's palm was chanting without sound.

Zhu Lanruo no longer had a zither in her hand, only a broken string...

Gugugugu, gugugugu.

The Fountain of Youth was bubbling steadily and dryly.

"Are we back?" Chai Asi asked the ancient god he trusted most in his heart.

The ancient god did not speak, and the ancient god also needed to observe.

But as his sight moved, this question no longer needed to be asked.

The mountaintop had no end, and the mountain was winding with dangerous roads. The mountain spring gurgled, and outside the mountain was white clouds and blue sky.

Everything on the sacred mountain seemed to have not changed.

Except for the Fountain of Youth itself.

Except for the figure sitting on the bluestone where Zhu Lanruo had broken the stringed harp before, next to the Fountain of Youth.

It was a figure with withered long hair, wearing gray and white feather clothes, and seemed to be blown away by the breeze.

Zhu Lanruo was originally standing next to it. At this time, she moved her feet and did not look back. She had already left far away and landed next to Yuan Mengji.

The deep forest where the monsters passed by was halfway up the mountainside of the sacred mountain.

After leaving the deep forest, the Fountain of Youth stopped in the winding bend of the mountain road.

Originally, intentionally or unintentionally, the monsters were scattered around the Fountain of Youth.

Zhu Lanruo had been at the Fountain of Youth from the beginning, closest to the water.

Yuan Mengji was strong because he had no desires, and Chai Asi was worried that the ancient gods would have too much trouble dealing with the celestial monsters, so he kept a low profile for the ancient gods. Therefore, the two of them kept a distance from the Fountain of Youth in a tacit understanding, and instead approached the deep forest where the path was hidden.

If it were any other time, when Zhu Lanruo approached like this, Yuan Mengji would have been so happy that his face would have wrinkled. But at this moment, he not only moved aside, but also pulled Chai Asi, who was trying to smile.

Not caring about the undercurrents among these monsters, the figure sitting alone on the blue stone by the spring said slowly: "I am He Hua Ting, and I am glad to meet you all... I am ugly and disabled, and I am ashamed to show my ugliness, so I will not greet you. Please forgive me."

This place halfway up the mountain was very quiet for a while.

The sight of a feather flying out of the stream of light, and the sound that came from the endlessly passing stream of light, indeed brought too much shock.

Lu Qilang looked at Zhu Lanruo and asked in a voice transmission: "What is the name of the one you mentioned who moved the Fountain of Youth to the Land of Shenxiao, and wanted to use this world to make arrangements and continue the existence of the myth?"

Zhu Lanruo did not speak.

But the answer is self-evident.

He Hua Ting, He Hua Ting.

At the end of the ancient times, the great demon who moved the Fountain of Youth from the present world was a powerful existence named He Qingsong.

Many years later, He Qingsong died, and the Fountain of Youth also stopped flowing.

It moved to many places and passed through many hands.

He Hua Ting, the descendant of He Qingsong, took back the dead Fountain of Youth and made arrangements in the Land of Shenxiao, but ultimately failed... It is said that he has been dead for many years, so how can he still be here now? Why is he talking to them?

Maybe everyone has not returned yet, and is still on the journey of time!

This figure sitting alone on the bluestone with his back to the demons said, "My friend, what are you curious about me? Why don't you ask me directly?"

I actually heard Lu Qilang's voice transmission, and at the same time I also acknowledged Lu Qilang's guess.

Although Lu Qilang was shocked, he remained calm and bowed gracefully: "If it is really Senior He Hua Ting in person, why not turn around and see him?"

With a thin sword at his waist and a jade crown tied up his hair, his voice was clear: "You said you are a past existence, but you are reluctant to show your true face. It makes us little demons feel uneasy."

"You..." He Hua Ting said, "Do you really want to see me?"

"If the senior is willing to show me, I will see it." Xiong Sansi said hoarsely: "I think it won't be missing anything to see you once."

"Namo Guangwang Tathagata!" Yang Hehe folded his palms and chanted the Buddha's name to express his approval.

"Namo Demon Master Tathagata!" Shu Jialan hurriedly followed up with a louder voice.

Although everyone came to this Shenxiao Bureau for their own needs and competed with each other. But for this extremely strange He Huating who suddenly appeared, the monsters present felt a little dangerous and could not help but feel a common hatred for the enemy.

In such an atmosphere, Chai Asi, who was smiling flatteringly, was a little abrupt. He said in a vain: "How fortunate it is for the younger generation to see the true face of the sage?"

In any case, He Huating could not bear the word "sage". Even his ancestor He Qingsong was very reluctant to be worthy of such a title.

But he laughed.

The laughter suddenly stopped, and it was replaced by a difficult, bellows-like sound.

He just laughed twice softly, but it seemed to take a lot of effort. He seemed to be out of breath, lowered his head and supported his knees, and breathed heavily!

Although the monsters present were young, they were all cautious, and no one wanted to take the opportunity to do something.

After a long while, He Huating finally evened out his breath.

He said weakly: "I have worked so hard for so long, just wanting the younger generation to mention me with such a title."

The pursuit of fame before and after death is common to all ages.

The listener can indeed read his desire from this voice. He probably once really had such an imagination and a grand goal... but he ended up being a loser.

Then he began to turn around.

With the great ancient god accompanying him, Chai Asi was actually the least nervous one at the scene, and he had the leisure to get close to him, smiling and saying: "Then you see, this is called spiritual..."

He Huating turned around completely.

Chai Asi could no longer be "spiritual".

What kind of look is this?

He said that he was "ugly and ugly, and was ashamed to show his ugliness", which was actually a bit modest.

The dull hair was piled on the top of his head like dry grass.

The wrinkles were so deep that they could almost pinch a fly to death.

The eyes seemed to have sunken into the back of his head, with only two faint lights describing this living creature.

His body and face seemed to have no flesh and blood, only wrinkled skin sticking to thin bones.

The feathered clothes that should have been very precious seemed to be draped on a bamboo frame.

It was clear that all the vitality should have disappeared, but he was still struggling there, similar to "piercing the nail flesh with a bamboo stick", which was painful to watch.

He looked at all the creatures present silently, with a kind of silent terror.

Chai Asi was horrified and quickly sought a sense of security from the great ancient god: "What is the background of this old guy?"

The great ancient god only said: "Don't act rashly."

The true meaning of the world of Shenxiao is "infinite possibilities", which constitutes the basic rules of this world and is also an important reason why this world attracts so many powerful people to lay out.

Just like the true meaning of the world of Shanhaijing, it is "fantasy comes true".

It can be said that in this Shenxiao world, there must be such a possibility - Jiang Wang can take the Zhiwen Bell and return home safely.

But where this possibility is, no one knows. How this possibility can be realized is unknown.

Infinite possibilities do not mean that everything you wish for will come true.

Everything is possible, but you may not be able to do anything.

As the saying goes, "Even if the heaven and earth work together, heroes still need to seek for themselves."

Possibilities need to be found by oneself, and more importantly, they need to be grasped by oneself.

Jiang Wang has not figured out how to pry the way home.

He was brought to the Zhenyan Stele by the chaotic time.

He has not digested the history of "there is no one in the world", and was intercepted here by He Hua Ting again.

How could he know what this thing is and what its details are?

He Hua Ting spoke again, saying in his gossamer voice: "Since you have seen my true face, why don't you worship me?"

The atmosphere was solemn in an instant.

Yang Yu and Shu Jialan each respect Tathagata, Lu Qilang and Zhu Lanruo are each proud, She Guyu has his own way, even Zhu Dali has ideals, Quan Xihua follows Yang Yu closely, and Yuan Mengji only wants to go home... Who among these young demons present will worship him?

Such a skinny monster!

Only Chai Asi laughed and bowed without any hesitation: "Young man, I meet the senior ancestor!"

He Huating's eyes fell on him, and he said slowly: "You are very good."

Chai Asi smiled very honestly: "The wise are the first, and the elders are the respected. You have everything, I bow to you... it's my due!"

He Huating moved his eyes slowly, and his dark eyes seemed to dismantle everything he saw. He said with such effort: "I stopped here in the 3922nd year of Yuanxi. Which year did you come from...?"

His words undoubtedly made it clear that all the monsters present were brought to a certain period of time in the past by him. To be precise, now is the Shenxiao world in the 3922nd year of Yuanxi.

The young monsters looked at each other.

Finally, it was Lu Qilang who said, "Emperor Yuanxi has been dead for a long time, and the demon race has long stopped using this reign title."

"Yuanxi" was the reign title of the third generation demon king of the New Territory. After his death, history also recorded him as "Emperor Yuanxi" and "Yuanxi Demon King".

Jiang Wang in the mirror world frowned.

Because this year is exactly the 3922nd year of the Taoist calendar. Although Yuanxi 3922 is completely unrelated to the Taoist calendar, the two times are so coincidental...

He now has deep doubts about all coincidences in the Shenxiao world.

He Huating, who is beside the Fountain of Immortality, grinned.

This smile is more terrifying than when he was not smiling. All the teeth in his mouth have fallen out, leaving only the gums that are as bumpy as sores!

He said with difficulty: "You don't have to be afraid. There is no existence that can affect us now."

How can you not be afraid! ?

This clearly means that support from outside the world of Shenxiao cannot reach this place at all!

After experiencing the escape from time and space in the world of Shenxiao, the innocence of Zen Master Xingnian, and this moment of time chaos, Hehuating trapped them in the world of Shenxiao in the year 3922 of Yuanxi.

He can probably indeed say that the chess players outside Moyun City, those strong men who have been watching this place for a long time, can no longer interfere with this game!

Now, for this group of young monsters, the issue they need to understand most is...

What did He Huating want to do by trapping them in this time segment?

In the era when Demon Emperor Yuan Xi was in charge of the Ancient Imperial City, the existence that could recapture the Fountain of Youth and lay out the land of the divine sky was at least at the level of a heavenly demon.

Then there is another key question. After experiencing the failure that year, in this current state, how much strength can He Huating show?

"Young man." He Huating looked at Chai Asi and smiled softly: "You are the most obedient, come here... come to the ancestor. I will talk to you."

Chai Asi stood there stunned, motionless as if nails were driven into his feet.

The sound of swallowing saliva was so clear.

"What should I do?" he asked the great ancient god in his heart.

The great ancient god also wanted to ask what to do.

Let you talk and flatter me!

Now it’s okay, I’m going back to my hometown!

Can't you be like Zhu Dali, be honest and let those demon kings test the water, and give me more time to observe Hehua Pavilion?

"Don't go." The great ancient god gave his final instructions, concisely and concisely.

Anyway, it drags on for a while.

"Otherwise...let's forget it?" Chai Asi looked at the gloomy Hehua Pavilion and said in a deliberation manner: "I have an old man above me, a young man below me, and I still have a wife waiting for me in Moyun City."

"Have a wife?" He Huating chuckled: "It's amazing that you have a wife waiting for you. It's understandable that you don't want to accompany a bad old man like me. Let me think about it..."

He seemed to have really thought about it, and his eyes turned slightly, and this time they fell on Xiong Sansi, and he said weakly: "You just said that if you meet me, you won't lose anything."

"I did say so." Xiong thought twice.

It was like a conversation between two dying patients because the sounds were so painful.

He Huating said slowly, almost word by word: "Then I'll tell you now, when you see me, you need something less."

"Less hypocrisy, less pretense... less nonsense."

Chai Asi shrank his neck, he had all the false feelings, pretense, and lies.

But I saw Hehua Pavilion facing the spring of eternity, stretched out his skinny finger, pointed at the water surface, and lightly stroked: "You are not allowed to lie here. Those who tell lies should fish out the moon in the water... and drown to death."

The fountain of youth gurgled, gurgled, and seemed to be boiling.

A vertical water pattern extends from one end of the Fountain of Youth to the other, cutting the water surface and evenly dividing the spring. Divide it into two halves: east and west. If it is true, waves will rise in the east. If it is false, waves will rise in the west.

This water pattern seems to have divided the world of Shenxiao in Yuanxi 3922.

There is a law generated somewhere.

All participants in the Shenxiao World felt the rules.

Be bound by your words and be bound by your heart.

He Huating looked at Xiong Sansi quietly: "I'm asking you a question now, and you need to answer it with truthful words."

This sentence is like a golden rule, with a steel knife on the neck. Once it is spoken, it cannot be questioned.

Jiang Wang, who was in the mirror world, was vaguely enlightened at this time.

There is no doubt that He Huating has evil intentions towards these juniors of the demon clan in front of him many years later.

But He Huating is too weak now.

Whether he wants to kill or do something else, he can only rely on his vision that he once stood at the top and his management of the "Shenxiao World in Yuanxi 3922"...with complex "game rules" "To leverage his arrangement and achieve the goal.

In this way, only one part of the force can be used to move a hundred percent of the force.

But what kind of terrorist method is "speaking the truth"?

Just as Jiang Wang was thinking about it, he heard He Huating ask slowly -

"Where are you from?"

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