The monk from that organization said he was taking his brother to check his talent and that he would be back soon.
The little girl waited for many days, year after year, staying at the place where she left, hoping for his return, but she never waited for her brother's return.
There was only a broken grimace mask on her body. It was filled with sadness and tears. It was picked up by her brother. Except for the folded and crumpled paper boat, the mask was the only thing left by their siblings. Even though it was a decent toy, she cherished it very much and never separated from it.
Later, there was a famine in the village, and the great emperors of all dynasties borrowed the faith of the Emperor of Heaven. The golden body of the Emperor of Heaven was rarely seen in the world, and there was no longer a legend about mutual benefit of faith. Offering sacrifices to the human emperor, bringing good weather and protecting mortals, it gradually became a legend.
During the famine, the kind old woman who often helped the little girl gradually passed away. In order to survive, the young little girl wandered around, eating grass roots, chewing tree bark, and tasting all the bitterness and bitterness of the world, which supported her life. Only the obsession left behind by my brother will come back and speak.
With her tattered little clothes, dirty little face, and big bright eyes, the little girl wandered alone in the world of mortals for a long time.
In winter, shivering with cold, the little girl lived in a dilapidated temple. The so-called golden body had been turned into a mottled and incomplete stone statue after wind and rain. No one remembered its former name, and only a pile of withered grass remained. Ye worship.
The little girl found carved words near the steps of the stone statue. Many of them were unclear. With her knowledge of less than ten words, she could barely make out one word - person.
This is a deity named Man.
"How can there be a god who calls people? It's so strange."
The young girl was puzzled, so she walked nearby and picked up a pile of dead grass and leaves, placed them on the altar, and assembled them to look like pigs, cows, and sheep.
"I live in your temple, this is my tribute."
The little girl cooed in a low voice and bowed devoutly. She has performed this ceremony more than ten times, once a day.
The grandmother in the village said that if you live in other people's houses outside, you have to pay rent, but she doesn't have to pay rent, so she can only offer sacrifices with dead grass and dead leaves.
In the dark, a trace of pure thought power floated on Jin's body, and the stone statue that had been silent for eternity shed a glimmer of light, but it was fleeting, as if nothing had happened.
After the sacrifice, the little girl lit the grass and dead wood to keep warm. The light smoke of birds echoed, like a dream. She seemed to see roast suckling pig, roast whole lamb, roast beef...
"Brother..." Beside the fire, the little girl fell asleep alone, her cheeks flushed, a smile on her lips, and a broken ghost face mask in her hand.
As the days passed, the little girl grew up, became more enlightened and wiser, and her situation gradually improved through her own efforts. She no longer went hungry often, but her habit of offering sacrifices to the ruined temple did not change.
Just like waiting for her brother, it has become a habit to offer sacrifices to the ruined temple. In the windy and rainy winter, the ruined temple gave her a bit of protection and kept her from freezing to death in the snow.
"Look, you are a ruined god, and I am the one no one wants." The little girl stood in front of the stone statue, her eyes red and said, "We are both suffering from the same problem."
"Alas..." The vast sighing voice echoed, as if coming from the nine heavens. The dilapidated statue showed a faint brilliance, still fulfilling the covenant between humans and gods that had existed since ancient times.
Circles of light overlap one another, seeming to envelop the entire world, as if they are a thin film, isolating this ruined temple from the outside world. In the little girl's shocked expression, the endless brilliance turned into a nine-color divine light, flowing from it.
"boom!"
A loud noise came from outside the ruined temple, as if a giant object fell from the sky. The little girl was so shocked that she leaned against the rotten door and window. She slightly poked her head out and saw a white-haired man paralyzed on the path near the ruined temple. The seriously injured old monk was coughing up blood and was dying. He was on the verge of death.
"Save, or not."
There was a storm in the little girl's mind. So many years of warmth and coldness made her wise enough to see through the world and understand the power and terror of monks.
This may be the only opportunity in his life. Only by embarking on the path of spiritual practice can he hope to find his brother.
"If I can become a cultivator, then my brother will come back."
"If I can become an immortal, my brother will come back."
"..."
As she murmured to herself, the little girl's eyes gradually became firm. She walked carefully to the old monk's side, raised her hands to indicate that she was not in danger, and whispered: "Grandpa, do you need help?"
Emperor Yuhua's eyes turned, like a galaxy shattering. He stared at the little girl for a moment, and the little girl trembled and couldn't move.
"This kind of power... is the kind of power that took my brother away from me!" A trace of Taoism sprouted in the little girl's heart, and she longed to embark on the path of spiritual practice for the first time.
"Mortal body?" Emperor Yu Hua converged his gaze, like an ordinary mortal old man, and smiled calmly: "Little girl, please help me to the Human Emperor Temple next to me."
It turns out that the god in the ruined temple is not a human, but the Human Emperor.
A hint of understanding arose in the little girl's heart, and then she helped the Yuhua Emperor to stand up. There was a splash, blood dripping, and even flesh and blood, and the emperor's bones shattered and fell out.
The emperor's blood and bones, which were supposed to destroy the galaxy, had lost their luster for some reason, were stained with twilight energy, and became yellow and decayed, just like mortal blood.
However, for mortals, it is still an extremely horrifying scene.
Little Nannan stirred up waves in her heart, but she remained calm on the outside. She firmly helped Emperor Yuhua up and walked into the Temple of the Human Emperor.
"The Taoist heart is good." Emperor Yuhua praised in his heart. As for the flaws in his mortal body, he simply ignored them.
The great emperor is always honored and can crush the genius. I have seen too many physiques.
There is no strongest method, there is no strongest physique, only the strongest people. The physique of the current great emperor is the number one physique of that era.
In the eyes of Emperor Yuhua, the mortal body and the divine body are similar. Even the holy body and the Holy Spirit are not worthy of the Tao. Only a first-class fluid like the Chaos Body can make him take a high look.
"Grandpa, you are a very powerful monk, right?" the little girl asked in a low voice
Emperor Yuhua recalled the perversions in the main god's space, and cast himself into the mortal world with a great finishing magic. He couldn't help but smile bitterly: "I'm not, my life is ordinary, and I am complacent with some small achievements."
"When I entered the real world, I realized that my cultivation was vulnerable."
"I'm just an old man with little morals."
The little girl nodded as if she understood, but added: "But grandpa is already very powerful for a mortal like me."
"Many people say that I have no talent for cultivation, my qualifications are dull, and I am unable to practice the Heavenly Emperor Sutra and Taoist Sutra of the Virtual God Realm."
A mediocre person with little talent becomes a great emperor; a person with no talent and dull qualifications becomes a ruthless emperor.
The Emperor felt very embarrassed.
So when Emperor Yuhua took his first step into the Temple of the Human Emperor, a grand and supreme voice echoed in Emperor Yuhua's ears.
[Attention of the 13-star reincarnation emperor, the reincarnation space releases the mission of reincarnation authority]
[Reincarnation Mission: It has been tens of thousands of years since the Emperor emerged and sat down. The Great Age is about to begin. Thousands of ways are resurrected. Hundreds of armies are vying for power. The emperor's path will rule the roost. A generation of immortal blood prodigies will be born. The son of the Dawn Emperor will be born. Please support a mortal. Physically defeat the Immortal Blood Supreme. 】
[Task reward: reincarnation envoy authority, one billion merits, and a ticket to the super-magic universe]
[Mission failed: Reincarnators please take care of yourself. 】
In an instant, Emperor Yuhua's expression turned green. Do you know who the Son of Heaven is in the reincarnation space? ! Do you know what the immortal blood of the Emperor of Heaven is? !
Chongguang, the Son of Heavenly Emperor of the Great Wall of the Universe, has proven everything that he is a quasi-powerful Immortal King. If he goes crazy, no one will doubt that he cannot fight with the Immortal King.
This is the level of the Ten Evils in the ancient times. The bloodline of the Emperor of Heaven will not be weaker than the Ten Evils, it will even be stronger.
At this level, I don't have much confidence in supporting the Chaos Body to fight against him. If you ask me to support the Mortal Body to defeat the Son of Heaven, I tell you, you are thinking nonsense!
The Yuhua Emperor was shaking with anger, and his wounds exploded again.
"Grandpa, you are bleeding all over the floor."
The little girl asked with concern: "Do you need me to help you dig a hole?"
Emperor Yuhua was speechless for a while. What did digging a hole mean? He had not reached the point of entering the grave yet. He waved his hand and sighed helplessly: "No need, I will continue my life."
"Come forward, I'll teach you a scripture, and you can help me buy something."
The little girl did as she was told, and Emperor Yuhua taught her a rough scripture. It was not a stingy thing, but the scripture that was most suitable for the mortal body to build the foundation of the Tao. It was either the "Celestial Emperor Sutra" or the "Tao Jing".
"The Feathering Immortal Sutra" focuses on the two parts of Dao Palace God and Climbing the Immortal Platform, which are most suitable for the cultivation of the feathered body.
As the days passed, the little girl bought a statue of the Yuhua Emperor, as well as many ritual sacrifices, and placed them under the golden body of the Human Emperor, mobilizing the power of faith to nourish the Yuhua Emperor's decaying corpse and maintain life.
At first, Emperor Yuhua simply gave some instructions to the little girl, but he was pleasantly surprised to find that the little girl had extraordinary talents and simple methods, but she figured out a different meaning.
She does not have strong bones, nor does she have a special physique. Those legendary divine bodies, feathered bodies, domineering bodies, Taoist bodies, etc. are too far away from her, but she has never felt that she is inferior to others.
"interesting."
Emperor Yuhua no longer sticks to any Taoist and Immortal Scriptures, nor does he teach the complete Yuhua Immortal Scriptures to the little girl. Instead, he harvests various incomplete scriptures from the reincarnation space on his imperial journey and teaches them little by little.
At the end, there was actually a trace of chaos gestating in little Nannan's body.
"Is it possible? This is the day after tomorrow..." Emperor Yuhua couldn't help but be moved. He seemed to be witnessing an eternal miracle.
The confrontation between nurture and nature, the struggle between talent and blood.
The Feathered Emperor is inexplicably familiar. He was also invincible from the beginning. The Feathered Body is just the Feathered King Body. The King and Saint is the limit, but he has broken through all the way and proved the way against heaven.
But now the starting point of the little girl is even lower, the mortal body is even inferior to the mortal body.
From the most ordinary, the most extraordinary is born. If it can rise, it will surely shock the world and amaze all time and space!
"My disciple Nannan has the appearance of a heavenly emperor!"
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Zhang Ruoxu looked at the young man with the tear mole in the fairy source, smiled slightly and said: "My son Liming has the appearance of the Emperor of Heaven!"
Dawn opened her eyes in surprise, revealing a child with red eyes. The appearance of the emperor's son was similar to that of the Emperor of Heaven, but some characteristics were inherited from the Qingqiu Empress.
"Father, you are back."
Zhang Ruoxu nodded and smiled: "Well, it's time for you to be born."
The Son of Emperor Tian broke through the immortal source at dawn, and the two of them sat on the stone steps and chatted for a long time while reminiscing about the past.
"Your eldest brother is on the Great Wall of the Universe, and your mother is in the heaven."
Zhang Ruoxu warned: "When you become emperor, you can go find them. It probably won't take long, a thousand years is enough."
The Emperor's Son Liming was slightly startled and said: "I am now the Supreme Taoist."
"Your bloodline is too strong, and the supreme Taoism is too easy. You basically didn't cultivate it yourself."
Zhang Ruoxu chuckled and said, "I'll give you two choices."
"If you wish to have a worry-free life, then this road will be splendid. There will be all the treasures here, and there will be true immortals to protect you. I will protect you as an Immortal King."
The Emperor's Son Liming's expression changed, and he looked around. This is the core of the Emperor's Taoism. There are many immortal weapons, immortal elixirs, countless immortal gold, and huge divine sources piled up into mountains.
As long as he nods, it's all his.
"What about the second way?" Emperor Mingming asked with a solemn expression.
Zhang Ruoxu laughed and said: "The second road is extremely difficult."
"If you want to follow in my footsteps and defeat a king and become an emperor, you must start over."
"Without the blessing of immortal blood or the blessing of physique, you have to find any treasure by yourself and conquer the world by yourself."
Emperor Tianli was silent for a long time, and finally slowly raised his head.
"What about the child's choice?" Zhang Ruoxu asked with a smile.
The eyes of the Emperor's son Liming seemed to have light, as bright as stars, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Father, I still remember when my eldest brother was born, you said that he would repeat your brilliance, and his name would be Chongguang."
"And I will be the brightest morning star, rising to that high sky, above the gods, opening a new page in history and becoming a new dawn!"
"This universe will be different because of me. I am the light of immortality!"
"I will become an emperor and an immortal, just because I am the dawn, and I should be with the Supreme!"
Zhang Ruoxu smiled happily: "My son should be the Immortal Emperor."
He used the great magical power of the Heavenly Emperor to completely seal the immortal blood in the body of the Heavenly Emperor's son Liming. In an instant, the aura of the Supreme was gone, his realm continued to fall, and he finally turned into a mortal with a closed sea of suffering.
"Is this a mortal body?"
Dawn touched her arm in surprise, full of curiosity.
"To be precise, you are not a mortal body, you still have Qingqiu blood in your body."
Zhang Ruoxu coughed and pointed.
"Yeah." Li Ming's fair and tender face suddenly turned red. He touched the back and touched nine big fluffy and soft tails, as white as snow.
The immortal blood of the Emperor of Heaven has been sealed, Qingqiu's bloodline has increased, and now Dawn is like an ordinary fox cub in Qingqiu Kingdom.
"The soldiers are coming."
Zhang Ruoxu shouted and summoned the Jiuding from the depths of Emperor Ming's ancestral land. This was the imperial weapon of Emperor Shenzhou.
Sealed into the immortal platform of Dawn, it does not appear on weekdays. When there is a life or death crisis, the nine tripods merge into one and turn into an immortal weapon. The gods will revive and escape with Dawn.
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