In front of Han Muye, a shadow slowly condensed.
Blue robe, solemn face.
Looking at Han Muye, the figure showed infinite emotion on his face.
"Qu Zhengjia has met Mr. Han."
Qu Zhengjia.
Together with Han Muye, he and Xu Ao participated in the god-level weapon refiner trial at the same time, and then became the elite of Tiantianmen in the trial place.
Xu Ao's talent was already rare, but it was still not enough in front of Qu Zhengjia.
Xu Ao is Xu Ziyang, who created the great city in the void, carried the great city in the void with divine beasts, and continued the legacy of the galaxy and universe for countless thousands of years.
So what did Qu Zhengjia, who was more talented than Xu Ao back then, do?
"You are the Lord of Tianji City."
Looking at Qu Zhengjia in front of him, Han Muye's eyes shone with light: "Or are you the Lord of the Pantheon?"
Tianji City, Pantheon.
After the collapse of the ancient era, the remaining strong men communicated with each other.
The Pantheon of that era was considered the strongest exchange of information and resources in the world.
"I was indeed in charge of Tianji City." Qu Zhengjia nodded, and then shook his head: "As for the Pantheon, there is no master of the temple. It was all like-minded people who gathered together in the past."
Looking at Han Muye, a wry smile flashed across Qu Zhengjia's face: "If you really want to be considered the palace master, perhaps you, Mr. Han, should be considered the palace master. After all, it is your intention to establish the Pantheon..."
Qu Zhengjia's words made Han Muye slightly stunned.
After scheming and scheming, Han Muye still didn't expect that the master of the Pantheon would be himself.
But think about it, since your soul clone can even refine seven inherited treasures, it is normal to make some arrangements.
However, it seems that the Pantheon has not become an existence that assists in helping the inheritance of the Galaxy Universe as envisioned.
"Pantheon, did something happen?" Han Muye frowned, then looked at Qu Zhengjia in front of him.
At this time, Qu Zhengjia obviously only had his soul left, and he was still in the state of sleeping for countless years and losing his strength.
With Qu Zhengjia's strength and weapon refining skills in charge of Tianji City, this should not be the case.
"Indeed, the Pantheon has undergone quite a change." Qu Zhengjia sighed and looked towards the imaginary land surging in the distance.
"The human heart..."
"I should have listened to you, Mr. Han, because I underestimated people's hearts."
The idea of building a pantheon and connecting countless worlds was proposed by the master of Jiuxuan Peak.
The first Pantheon, Tianji City, was also refined by Jiuxuanfeng.
The other pantheons that followed were handed over to the Forging Heaven Clan for construction.
Before the Pantheon was built, the master of Jiuxuan Peak told Qu Zhengjia to control all the temple's trading cores.
Qu Zhengjia did exactly that at the beginning.
He gathered all the cores of the Pantheon in Tianji City.
That is this heavenly space.
In this way, even when the world collapses and the avenues wither, Tianji City will still be the core of the Pantheon, controlling all transactions in the universe.
Qu Zhengjia, the Lord of Tianji City, is also the acting Lord of the Pantheon.
But later, powerful people from all sides became increasingly dissatisfied with Pantheon's control of the transaction.
The Pantheon controlled the galaxy universe and the transactions in other universes, leaving those masters who grew up later without enough resources.
This is normal.
The old strong men always hold power and resources in their hands.
This struggle for power and resources was accompanied by the siege of Tianji City by all parties.
It's not really a siege, it should be a slow pressure.
Those powerful men of the Pantheon are happy to see this happen.
They would rather put this trading power in their own hands.
Finally, when Lu Yue Sword God came to Tianji City and wanted to take control of Tianji City, a big war broke out.
This battle ended with the power in the Galaxy God Realm being changed, and Qu Zhengjia had to give up control of all Pantheon trading cores.
"If I don't give up the core of the transaction, the space power in the entire Galaxy God Territory will be chaotic."
Qu Zhengjia shook his head and spoke in a low voice.
Letting go of the core and allowing those powerful powers to control it on their own, Qu Zhengjia himself had to merge with Tianji City's sky core and fall into a semi-sleep state.
"The powerful men who controlled the core of the Pantheon's transactions, instead of truly loosening their bonds, continued to divide, and eventually even lost control of other universes."
"I am also unable to control this Pantheon. I can only watch the originally powerful Galaxy Universe continue to decline."
There was a hint of emotion in Qu Zhengjia's words.
He was entrusted by the Master of Jiuxuan Peak to control the Pantheon, but in the end he lost control of the Pantheon.
Even, the control power of Wanfang Universe is lost.
"They also thought of remedies, such as building the Ten Thousand Realms Altar."
"It's just that these methods are not the right way after all, and ultimately the control over the universes of all parties becomes weaker and weaker."
The Ten Thousand Realms Altar can also have the power to control the universes of all parties, but in the end there is no way to do it simply by trading.
Without being able to control transactions and locking up top spiritual materials and resources, what Galaxy Universe wants to do is to control the talents of all parties.
Unfortunately, such a method did not work in the end.
"Among them, the forces that broke the ancient world of cultivation were also involved, right?"
"Does Sword God Lu Yue want this core power to leave this universe?"
Han Muye asked.
Lu Yue Sword God once told him that he would go to another place.
According to the words of Sword God Lu Yue, that place is a place with a higher level than the Galaxy God Realm, and a higher level than this universe.
Perhaps, there is a secret about the collapse of heaven and earth.
Every high-latitude power erosion is the key to the collapse of a universe.
The original Tianxuan world was like this, the later Yuantian world was like this, and it will still be like this in the prehistoric universe.
One side invades and its own power system collapses.
"Yes, I also discovered that although you, Mr. Han, blocked the invading forces from the sky, there were still sporadic erosions in the end."
"Some people always feel that the power outside is high-level, and they would like to kneel down and beg those people to come."
"They don't understand that they want to devour our inheritance, just like we enslave other cultivation civilizations."
"The collapse of the Pantheon deal has the shadow of these hidden forces."
There was a trace of hatred in Qu Zhengjia's eyes.
He is the most direct victim in this matter.
"As for the Sword God Lu Yue, he really wants to leave the Galaxy God Territory."
"He also left you a message."
Looking at Han Muye, Qu Zhengjia spoke in a low voice.
"My sword is your sword."
…
In the Tianji space, there are overlaps of various time and space forces.
To control enough power in such a space, one needs to have absolute rules.
Even Qu Zhengjia couldn't do anything.
"To be honest, I have studied Tianji City for so long, but I still can't do anything." Qu Zhengjia stood beside Han Muye and spoke in a low voice.
He can be regarded as the weapon spirit of Tianji City.
If the power of the formation could be restored, he would have the combat power to compete with Lu Yue Sword God.
But now he can't even manifest his own power.
"Calculate." Han Muye shook his head and pointed forward.
"The flicker of a butterfly's wings can change the power of another universe."
"What you see is only this space, and beyond that is the divine realm."
"And what I see," Han Muye's eyes shone brightly, "what I see is the aggregation of countless cultivation civilizations, the intersection of countless times."
He stretched out his hand and pointed lightly.
Qu Zhengjia watched as this finger pointed at a ball of light. The ball of light did not change at all.
Not to mention this, even if ten cosmic-level experts tried their best, they couldn't move the ball of light at all.
Even if Lu Yue Sword God took action back then, he couldn't break the movement of the ball of light in front of him.
This is the power of space and time, the highest level of rules in the world.
"Look." Han Muye stretched out his hand to the other side.
"The power I just touched has a trace of involvement in the cultivation civilization 35 million 8451 years ago and 300 trillion miles away."
Following his words, Qu Zhengjia seemed to see a small green bud growing in a deserted universe.
A cloud of clear water fell from the top of the little bud.
The clear water came from the point where Han Muye stretched out his hand just now.
Across time, across space.
"this--"
Qu Zhengjia's eyes widened.
For a strong man like him, sometimes, as long as he takes the first step, the rest will be easy.
"I understand, Sword God Lu Yue is doing the same thing."
"It's just that he doesn't have the hub of the formation and can't do this, so he uses his own means to travel through the long river of time."
Qu Zhengjia spoke softly, golden lights flashing on his body.
He looked at Han Muye with a look of emotion on his face.
"Mr. Han, I will control Tianji City for you until the secret you mentioned comes."
As the words fell, his body slowly dissipated.
That little bud has turned into green grass.
"boom--"
Countless worlds became involved.
At this moment, all the pantheons are no longer diffuse.
The hidden forces behind the Pantheon, who controls the Pantheon, how many Pantheons are lost in the void, and the Pantheons in the universes are all lit up like stars.
Across the barriers of time and space, all lost pantheons are illuminated.
All hubs are controlled.
But no one knows.
Even those powerful men in ancient times did not know that the Pantheon they controlled was being secretly monitored.
Just like back then.
From then on, what they see, what they want to see, the transactions they make, the transactions they can make and the transactions they make are all under the control of others.
Only Qu Zhengjia, the powerful man who controls the core of Tianji City, can quietly control the hub of all pantheons.
"I want to connect the pantheon of the prehistoric universe."
"That place should be called Changtian Pavilion, right?"
"My Tianzhou, the Immortal Burial City."
Looking at the countless light balls in front of him, Han Muye spoke softly.
As soon as his words fell, a ball of light lit up in the distance.
There was a lot of noise in the ball of light.
kind.
When these noisy sounds sounded, Han Muye felt his whole body tremble.
After a while, a figure appeared among the noise.
Wearing a green robe, a gauze hat and three long beards.
Xu said.
This great Confucian and Taoist cultivator was the wisest and most decisive person under Han Muye.
When Han Muye left, Immortal Burial City was in his hands.
"Mr. Xu Wei, long time no see..."
Looking at Xu Wei in front of him, Han Muye sighed with emotion.
"Prime Minister Han." Xu Wei whispered.
Only an old friend of Tianxuan would call Han Muye the Prime Minister of Han.
Prime Minister of Tianxuan Kingdom.
Han Muye's figure appeared in front of Xu Wei.
Xu Wei showed surprise on his face and bowed to Han Muye.
"For the sake of the righteousness of the Immortal Realm, Prime Minister Han broke the barrier of the Divine Realm, but he had no choice but to leave his realm. Today's Zhoutian world owes Prime Minister Han an explanation."
Han Muye used the measuring ruler to break the barrier between heaven and earth in Wutian Continent, allowing the immortal world and the divine world to merge.
This naturally angered Shenyuan Tiangong.
All parties in the Zhoutian Divine Realm joined forces to suppress Wutianzhou.
If Han Muye hadn't fled to the outside world, he might have been imprisoned in the Heavenly Palace like Tongtian Immortal Lord.
Han Muye took away 300 billion divine crystals when he left.
This huge amount of wealth, which empties the heavenly palace, is feared and coveted by all parties.
"How is the Zhoutian world today? How is my Tianzhou?" Han Muye looked at Xu Wei in front of him and spoke in a low voice.
Xu Wei nodded: "Although Zhou Tian's world is in turmoil, it cannot shake the foundation of Tiangong."
"My Tianzhou is currently suppressed, and the Great Sage Treading Heaven has gone to the Desolate Heaven Territory."
"But according to the news sent back, the Great Sage and the others are having an extremely difficult time in the Desolate Heaven Territory."
"Zhihu is preparing to summon the sword formation and head to the Desolate Heaven Territory."
The Wild Sky Domain is the place that connects to the Altar of Ten Thousand Realms. It is the place where the Zhoutian battlefield connects the elites in other universes and worlds.
In such an elite place, the strong ones are not much weaker than the veteran strong ones in the Zhoutian battlefield.
When Huang Laoliu entered the Desolate Heaven Realm, he could no longer have the arrogance that swept all parties before.
"Well, it's okay for Zhihu and the others to go." Han Muye said in a low voice with a glint in his eyes.
He can directly enter the Desolate Heaven Realm with the help of the Ten Thousand Realms Altar.
In other words, when he returns to the prehistoric universe, he will go directly to the wilderness area, and then he can face-to-face with the strong men who are avoiding calamity in the Zhoutian battlefield.
"Buzz——"
The halo in front of him shone, and a figure emerged.
Huang Zhihu was wearing a light red military robe, with his golden hair tied up, and carrying a long sword on his back.
She has a sharp sword on her body.
"Father."
Seeing Han Muye, excitement flashed across Huang Zhihu's face.
"You're going to the Wild Sky Territory, right?" Han Muye nodded, "Is there someone bullying Sixth Brother over there?"
Huang Zhihu's sword light converged and he nodded heavily.
"You go first," Han Muye raised his hand, and a bright golden light flew out.
That's a golden box.
"Here are a thousand saint-level war puppets. Select a thousand absolutely loyal practitioners and give them to them."
"There are still five hundred god-level war puppets, which must be controlled by our own people."
"One hundred and fifty ancient war puppets. This is a power that can subvert the divine world. It cannot be known to outsiders."
The golden box passed through a light door, passed through, and flew down in front of Huang Zhihu.
"Don't worry, foster father, these powers will not fall into the hands of any outsider."
Huang Zhihu held the box in both hands and spoke loudly.
Han Muye nodded, glanced at Xu Wei on the side, and then said: "I have left ten ancient war puppets in Tianzhou to ensure that no one can break through."
"The day I come back will be the end of the calamity."
Xu Wei and Huang Zhihu both nodded.
"boom--"
The aura dissipated, and in front of Han Muye, Qu Zhengjia smiled and whispered: "Mr. Han, I saw some interesting things."
"Are you interested in those ownerless pantheons?"
(End of chapter)
