This kind of river is different from ordinary rivers. It originates from the mountains, passes through countless mountains, and then leads to the high sky.
Ye Chen's sight and gaze were not attracted by these. He only saw a small boat, slowly sliding out of the valley, going upstream!
The drifting boat was extremely indifferent, letting it wash away wantonly, but I remained unmoved. That will seemed to be irreversible, causing the fiercely rushing river to briefly stagnate.
And on the small boat, there was a man wearing a white robe. He was elegant and indifferent, as if he was a stranger to the world, and he looked towards Ye Chen with a smile on his face.
Every move he makes seems to be in harmony with heaven and earth, and is transcendent from heaven and earth.
When this scene fell into Ye Chen's eyes, his pupils suddenly shrank.
That person went against all the rules of heaven and earth in this world, and there was no sign of any effort on his part.
Ye Chen didn't think of anything at first. He just felt that the person in front of him was beyond the world.
It is as vast as the sea and unfathomable.
"Lord of Reincarnation, you are finally here."
The man in white was smiling, and his face seemed to have thousands of stars rotating at the same time. Even if he was just standing casually by the river, he looked like a bright moon.
His voice was like the sound of a bell, filling the sky and reaching every corner deep in the valley.
In Ye Chen's perception, in this valley, whether it was mountains or rivers, they were all washing and shaking under the sound of bells.
Ye Chen was shocked in his heart. He still didn't quite understand that the identity of the person in front of him must be extremely extraordinary.
At the far end of the sky, a sacred tower quietly descended, simple and natural.
As it shook slightly, fluctuations visible to the naked eye spread in the valley, causing waves of ripples, as if it were the endless magical power in the ancient world.
"This...how is this possible..."
Before Ye Chen could react, Old Man Huang's shocking muttering sounded within his body.
Ye Chen had never heard Huang Lao's voice so abnormal.
Just as he was about to speak, he saw the white mist erupting from the sacred tower, erupting into thousands of fairy lights, which were extremely auspicious and instantly enveloped the valley.
Among the Heavenly Sword Sect outside the valley, several powerful elders seemed to feel an unusual shock and looked up one after another.
What kind of powerful man can inspire such an invincible scene!
In that valley, there are bright symbols emitting from one place after another, like a burst of astronomy, flowing slowly with the fluctuation of the sacred tower, as if announcing to all living beings in the world: My emperor has returned to the throne.
Under the light of the divine tower, the figure of the man in white became erratic and magnified infinitely, like an eternal taboo figure.
A glance from afar traveled across the entire river of time and reached the depths of nothingness.
Moreover, he knew his identity. Thinking of this, Ye Chen was extremely surprised.
Who is this, who actually knows his true identity, and can also trigger such amazing visions?
Among the runes intertwined all over the sky, there is a trace of ancient meaning penetrating through, with a hint of sadness.
Ye Chen suddenly remembered something, and his expression suddenly changed.
"It's actually him!"
His voice was not loud, but his expression was extremely shocking.
Huang Lao said: "Have you guessed who it is now?"
Ye Chen's eyes became extremely complicated.
The man in white robe can actually exude such a momentum that connects the past and the present. Who can be better than the ancestor Hongjun who tore apart the barriers of the real world?
After the sacred tower absorbed the light, it became white and bright, as if carved from jade, and filled with the energy of chaos, the brilliance was restrained, and the aura of the ancient wilderness turned into a few regular Dao Yun, flowing slowly.
If anyone were here, they would see Ye Chen's mouth wide open, with a look of disbelief on his face.
The aura of chaos is crystal clear, sacred and brilliant, and you can tell at a glance that it is not ordinary.
When the tower absorbed all the brilliance, it shrank into a small tower, suspended in the hands of the white-robed man, or ancestor Hongjun.
The tower is divided into four floors. It is bright and snow-white, surrounded by divine clouds. It is dazzling, like a snow-white scorching sun surrounding it. It is extremely mysterious and powerful.
Ancestor Hongjun held the sacred tower in his hand and walked towards Ye Chen step by step. His momentum was like shaking the sky and the earth, extremely powerful.
"This tower has accompanied me through the long and prehistoric years. It originally had eighteen floors, but now only the last four floors remain. I will hand it over to you."
Only when he came to him did Ye Chen recover from his absent-minded state.
He knew that the true body of ancestor Hongjun had long since passed away, and his soul had left. I am afraid that in the world of Wuwu, what is left in the world now is just a shadow of his soul.
But even a ray of remnant soul is still an extremely powerful existence, and it can be said that it is not weaker than any top master in the world.
Doubts gradually arose in Ye Chen's heart, but the ancestor Hongjun on the opposite side was not in a hurry and waved directly between the mountains and forests. I saw that not far away, the originally barren valley merged together.
The violent trembling sound of the mountain peak was heard, and the water of the river flowed upstream, straight to the sky, and merged with the mountain peak.
Endless waves of water came from the sky and formed around it, and on this basis, many green vegetation grew.
Ancestor Hongjun created a whole new world with just a wave of his hand, turning the valley into a jungle, stretching as far as the eye can see. It was simply a stroke of genius.
