Thousands of acres of waves.
A small boat.
No matter how the wind blows or the waves hit, the awning boat remains on the ground.
Zhou Yi sat cross-legged on the bow of the boat, his long hair spread freely, and his navy blue robe made a rustling sound.
Looking into the distance with both eyes, I saw only the sea and the sky blending into one color, and it was hazy and unclear to distinguish the boundaries between the water and the sky.
Until the sun rises.
Infinite rays of light burst out, splitting the blue sky and blue sea into two parts, dyeing the sea water into a sparkling golden color.
"Another day."
Zhou Yi's voice is a bit lazy. No matter who has traveled for hundreds of years, the scenery he sees will be the same, as if he is standing still, he will become lazy and undisciplined.
He took out a palm-thick diary from his sleeve, with Volume Five written on the cover.
"In the 572nd year, on the third day of September, it was sunny. The sunrise over the sea was brilliant and gorgeous, but it was no different from the past five hundred years..."
Zhou Yi wrote wherever he thought. After writing three or four hundred words, looking back, it was all nonsense.
Immediately I ended up writing: Nothing to do today, just playing cards and fishing!
He took out the fishing rod from his sleeve, skillfully threw it into the sea, and waited for the fish to take the bait.
At this time.
Two rays of light flew from a distance, fell on the boat and turned into children and girls. It was the breeze and the bright moon.
Qingfeng was carrying two hares, and Mingyue was carrying a wild boar. They said happily: "Chief Immortal, I caught a lot of game on the island I passed last night!"
The ginseng doll punting the boat was about to jump up with joy.
“Finally no more fish!”
"good."
Zhou Yi praised it, saying that anyone who eats seafood that has been around for hundreds of years will find it boring.
After a while.
The aroma of barbecue filled the air, and one person and three demons gathered around the barbecue grill to feast. During the extremely monotonous voyage, eating became a very enjoyable thing.
Finished eating.
A square table is placed in the middle of the boat, with the Book of Changes as the host, the breeze and the bright moon around, and the ginseng doll as the opposite door.
Hu La La shuffled the cards and started the routine entertainment.
There are formation restrictions around the card table, making it difficult to use magic and divine secrets. Winning or losing depends entirely on skill.
Zhou Yi was unlucky today. He lost a lot of spirit stones in several rounds in a row. He was about to punt today.
"Look at how stupid I am."
Zhou Yi touched a red card, gently brushed the card with his palm, and then pushed the card down.
"Thirteen!"
The three demons and six eyes stared intently, not finding any trace of cheating.
"Huh?"
"this?"
"impossible……"
"Ha ha!"
Zhou Yi laughed proudly and said shamelessly: "I'm lucky, let's keep going."
At noon.
The outcome of the card game was determined, and Lingshen Baby lost more, so he continued to be responsible for punting the boat.
Zhou Yi took out the classics from the Taoist canon and recited them, and the sound spread more than ten miles away, attracting many fish and turtles to listen to the sutras. Unfortunately, the boat was moving too fast, so only a few words could be heard.
I don’t know how long these boring and boring days will last day after day.
The demon saint's escape speed is at least ten times that of the early Nascent Soul, and if he has some kind of flying magical power, it can even exceed hundreds of times.
Only when such a strong man was at the end of his rope would he dare to cross the ocean in search of a continent outside the region. According to the Book of Changes, the Demon Saint probably spent 500 to 1,000 years in the sea.
"The ancestral lineage of Jiuzhou was severed, and the cultivators who transformed themselves into gods relied on their sect's ten thousand years of heritage to survive for more than two hundred years by being huddled and motionless."
"The Demon Saint's cultivation dissipates more quickly in the deep-sea spiritual land. Even if his foundation is deeper than that of the Transformation God, his ability to maintain his level for hundreds of years without falling is already the limit!"
"Besides, if you use your escape technique with all your strength to rush forward, your magic power will be flowing all the time, so your cultivation level will inevitably drop faster."
"The poor Taoist has Jianmu, so he doesn't need to condense his magic power. His speed is not as fast as that of the Demon Saint, but his efficiency is much better. Calculated at one-tenth of the speed..."
"It will take about five thousand to ten thousand years!"
Zhou Yi couldn't help but marvel that traveling across the ocean and across the continent was definitely not something that monks who had returned to the void could hope for.
The two or three thousand years of life of a monk who transforms into gods is not enough to make the journey!
"Nine continents, outside the territory...are there other continents in the vast and endless sea? Is there any limit to the sea and the sky? What world is beyond the Nine Heavens Gangfeng?"
"Are these stars in the sky a mythical celestial palace, or are they just stones?"
"After the poor Taoist master attains his mastery of immortality, he must go and explore it!"
…
Time is like running water.
A thousand years passed by.
Zhouyi's diary was written to the sixteenth volume, and what he saw and heard was still the vast sea.
Over the past fifteen hundred years, my state of mind has changed many times, and I have traveled hundreds of millions of miles, which is different from practicing in seclusion.
In the first five hundred years, I felt that the universe was infinite, and I had a desire to explore. In the middle five hundred years, I felt that the universe was just a drop in the ocean, and suddenly I felt a sense of laziness.
Inner demons abound, and mana is disordered.
On this occasion, I re-read many classics of the sages, and compared with my state of mind at this time, I gained many insights.
Five hundred years later, my heart is like an ancient well, calm and unfathomable.
This day.
Zhou Yi was reciting "The Sayings of the True Monarch of the Taixuan Sect of Dongming" and comprehending the secret of condensing the baby, when he suddenly heard Mingyue's cry.
"Immortal leader, Oshima!"
The ginseng doll was faster, threw away the oar, and turned into an escaping light and flew towards the island.
Zhou Yi raised his eyes and looked into the distance, and there was indeed a huge island in the northwest. It was larger than the Fire Island by visual inspection, and it was roughly estimated to be three to four thousand miles long.
"We're tired of the journey. Let's go to the island to rest for a few days."
Before the awning boat approached the island, the ginseng doll flew back in a hurry, shouting loudly.
"Chief Immortal, there is someone on the island."
"Is there anyone?"
Zhou Yi looked surprised, his eyes flashed, and he saw a port built on the shore.
Many people gathered at the port, boarding ships, unloading cargo, or selling fish. It seemed quite lively and lively.
“It’s even more important to see where these people come from.”
Zhou Yi made an invisibility spell and activated his magic power. The awning boat rose into the sky and turned into a stream of light, flying towards the island.
The flying boat flew around the island and landed in the largest city in the central plain. The population was estimated to be over one million, the architectural style was very different from that of Jiuzhou, and the technological level was still at the ancient level.
Half a day later.
Zhou Yi found out the situation in the bookstore. According to the common names of several countries on the island, the entire island was named Shenzhou.
The origin of the name is unclear. According to historical records, this name has been used for thousands of years, and they believe that "Shenzhou" is a continent.
"Humans don't appear out of thin air!"
Zhou Yi sailed in the deep sea for fifteen hundred years and encountered numerous islands, large and small, but only this divine continent was inhabited by humans.
It just so happens that traveling is too boring, so I simply change my identity as a local and explore the origins of the human race in Shenzhou, maybe I can get news about the continent outside the territory.
For example, in the four seas outside of Jiuzhou, all the islands inhabited by human beings originated from the ancestors' monks who took their people to the sea.
Zhou Yi walked on the familiar yet unfamiliar bluestone streets, lined with teahouses, wine shops, pawn shops, red bricks and green tiles, and pavilions with flying eaves, which brought back memories of a long, long time ago.
Perhaps due to the entanglement of cause and effect, or perhaps due to talent, I arrived at the gate of Yihongyuan in a daze.
"Even if the era has changed and the world has changed, the names in these columns are always the same..."
Zhou Yi's body swayed and he transformed into a handsome young man. He opened the folding fan with a snap and had the four characters "Goulan Listen to Music" written on it.
"This situation and this situation deserve to be celebrated!"
Twenty years later.
Under the reluctant gazes of the girls, Zhou Yi did not dare to look back and ran away with his face covered.
"What kind of Jindan Zhenjun, what kind of immortality, fell into the world of soft red, why don't you just hold on to the wall and walk away..."
East of the city.
A courtyard.
Qingfeng and Mingyue handed the collected ancient books to Zhouyi for inspection.
"The Chronicle of the Divine Continent is the oldest, originating from the tombs of the Great Yong Dynasty royal family that once unified the Divine Continent five thousand years ago..."
"These ten volumes of "Biographies of the Sages" come from the Lu family, which is known as the family with the longest inheritance in the Divine Continent..."
There are no spiritual veins in Shenzhou, so there will naturally be no monks. No tomb mechanism can prevent the escape technique. In the past twenty years, Qingfeng Mingyue has stolen the imperial tombs of all dynasties.
Zhou Yi opened "The Chronicles of Shenzhou", scanned it with his spiritual consciousness, and quickly read the entire content.
"In ancient times, the Divine Continent was wild... A huge boat flew from the sky, and seventy-two gods came to the world... to teach the human race to build houses, weave, make fire, and plant..."
"The content recorded in this book is the foundation of the religions and myths of the countries in China today. Most people think it is a fictional story."
Zhou Yi has determined that the human race of Shenzhou must have migrated from a continent outside the territory. Maybe there were only seventy-two people at the beginning, maybe there were seventy-two monks.
Continue to look at other books, all the content about antiquity, excerpts gathered together.
"The word Shenzhou comes from what the ancient gods said, meaning the east of the world?"
"The Lu family are descendants of gods, and the genealogy records that their ancestor is the God of Fuling Mountain!"
"It's a pity that thousands of years have passed. What was originally known as the seventy-two god-man families now only has one family left. The Lu family has moved the ancestral grave twice. Now the family head is just a branch of the ancestors, and the inherited classics are scattered..."
Zhouyi compiled ancient books and obtained the surnames of all the gods and men.
"The next step is to explore these families. All nine families are dead, but the ancestral graves should still be there!"
Since then.
Zhou Yi started from the east coast of Shenzhou and dug all the way to the west coast, leaving no tombs large or small.
This method of casting a wide net was rough but practical, and he quickly found ancient tombs that had disappeared for thousands of years, and found other books passed down by descendants of gods and men.
During this period, we also met a family of tombkeepers. The entire village was made up of martial arts masters who guarded the tombs of descendants named "Qushui Hebo".
Inherited for thousands of years, unwavering determination!
If ordinary people follow the map and explore here, they will definitely have a thrilling journey.
Zhou Yi blew lightly, and all the tombkeepers fell asleep. Then he dug out all the tombs with a shovel, leaving half a volume of "The Secret of Touching Gold" before leaving.
Twenty years.
It went by in a flash.
The legend of the gold captain began to spread in Shenzhou. No matter how old and dangerous the tomb was, they could easily steal it. After being compiled and promoted by storytellers, it was subdivided into several factions.
Yihong Building.
Orioles and swallows, verdant and red.
More than a dozen girls gathered around Zhou Yi and listened to his story about touching the gold captain.
He was obviously trembling with fear, but he couldn't help but continue to listen. Zhou Yi deliberately stopped at the key point, which was very interesting.
"Keep going, keep going!"
"It's down there! It's down there!"
The girls were hurrying when suddenly there was a noise outside, and then hundreds of officers and soldiers rushed into Yihongyuan. They were strong and murderous and ordered everyone not to move.
The leading general glanced at all the guests, finally landed on Zhou Yi, and asked.
"The bold thief who dares to dig up the imperial tomb must be punished!"
Zhou Yi ignored the general, smiled and said to the girls on his left and right: "I'll do a trick for you."
As he spoke, a rope appeared in his hand, and he threw it straight up into the sky, directly piercing the roof and extending to an unknown height.
Everyone was stunned, watching Zhou Yi climb up the rope to the sky and disappear.
Since then.
The story about the captain who touched the gold in Shenzhou has added a lot of legend. As for the protagonist of the legend, he has already set off again, sailing northwest from Shenzhou Island.
"According to the records of the descendants of the gods, their ancestors came from the northwest, which should be from the direction of the mainland outside the territory."
"God, is it immortality, witchcraft, or other methods of cultivation?"
"According to their titles, such as mountain god, river god, water lord, etc., or a certain land, city god, and yinzai, are they part of the Shinto system?"
Zhou Yi shook his head slightly, Wanjuan Daozang had never recorded any Shinto records.
When the ancient Immortal Way of Jiuzhou was flourishing, there were many immortals who returned to the void, and there were even legends of Xia Ju's ascension. If there was a divine way in the continent outside the region, there would be no relevant records.
"In any case, there is news about the extraterrestrial continent after all."
…
Time flies.
More than four hundred years have passed since I left Shenzhou.
Kunlun Cave.
Zhou Yi stood in front of the date trees and grape trees, silent.
The two trees have completely withered, their leaves have fallen off, and their purple and green branches are exposed, like strange sculptures.
The clear breeze and bright moon turn trees into spirits, but their lifespan is long but ultimately limited. The Kunlun Cave cannot trigger the catastrophe, and it is difficult to be promoted to the Golden Core Demon King.
It has been two thousand five hundred years since the birth of consciousness.
Zhou Yi took out the spiritual wine and drank half of the altar, sprinkled the rest under the tree as a memorial, and buried the purple and green swords in the soil.
After two thousand years of getting along, it would be purely hypocritical to say that the relationship is not deep. However, for things that have been anticipated for a long time, I have been mentally prepared, and I am in ecstasy but not sad and painful.
Lingshen Doll asked: "Will Qingfeng Mingyue really be resurrected?"
"Of course I will."
Zhou Yi comforted him and said: "When their roots sprout, new spiritual wisdom will be cultivated. Using the two swords of purple and green as a guide, Pindao will be able to restore his past life memories by using the power of Nirvana!"
Qingfeng Mingyue has been refining the magic weapon for more than two thousand years. It has been cultivated with the purple and green swords, and the essence, energy and spirit are integrated into one, which is suitable for performing the Nirvana technique.
Lingshen Doll asked: "Is it still Qingfeng Mingyue who is resurrected?"
Zhou Yi sighed, nodded and shook his head.
"Maybe, I don't even know!"
The ginseng doll was silent for a long time, and then suddenly said: "Chief Immortal, if I die one day, I won't use the Nirvana Technique."
Zhou Yi was surprised and said: "Why?"
The spiritual ginseng doll raised its head and puffed out its small mouth and said: "I don't want a new me to replace the immortal's memory of me, then I will really die..."
"remembered."
Zhou Yi stroked the green leaves on its head and said with a smile.
"Don't worry. There were once a hundred thousand spiritual ginsengs in the world. You will definitely be able to surpass them. You can set a small goal first and live for a million years!"
"Okay! Live it for a million years!"
The ginseng doll waved its little fists and the green leaves shook to cheer itself up.
No outside continent was seen, and the crew was the first to be reduced by half.
Zhou Yi was silent for a long time, and even began to doubt whether he should leave Jiuzhou back then.
"Two thousand years have passed, the recovery of Jiuzhou's spiritual energy must be the next stage, and it may be possible to realize the Nascent Soul. Even if the spiritual energy of the East China Sea is thin, it can still condense the golden elixir, and the clear breeze and bright moon will not have to reincarnate..."
"After all, it is the poor Taoist who is afraid and does not dare to compete with the Demon Lord and the Corpse Immortal!"
Zhou Yi shook his head helplessly. Sitting on the resources of Jiuzhou and the inheritance of the Corpse Immortal, the Golden Corpse must practice very quickly.
When the golden corpse returns to the state of becoming a god in its previous life, it can easily annihilate overseas human races. At that time, it will be difficult for Zhou Yi to escape. Adhering to the concept of not competing with short-lived species, escaping far away from the territory is the right choice.
"Jin Zhi, you are Pindao's second enemy!"
…
The weather is calm and sunny.
No waves.
Rolling mountains appear ahead.
Zhou Yi didn't care about this. He had seen too many things in the past three thousand years and was no longer interested.
suddenly.
A burst of singing came from a distance, and an old man wearing a raincoat was seen from a distance, holding a fishing boat and shuttling in the sea.
Zhou Yi's spiritual consciousness swept over him and he stood up. There were obvious mana fluctuations on the old man's body, and he was probably in the late stage of Qi refining.
At this time, when I sensed the outside, there was already spiritual energy between heaven and earth. Previously, because the spiritual energy gushing from the Kunlun Cave sky enveloped the awning boat, it was much stronger than the outside world, so I could not sense it in time.
Zhou Yi's magic power was circulating, and the black-topped boat quickly approached, and he said with cupped hands.
"Dare to ask my friend, where is the boundary ahead?"
The words are spoken in Shenzhou language, which is very different from Jiuzhou characters and pronunciation.
The old man sensed Zhou Yi's majestic magical power and did not dare to wait any longer. He bowed his head and saluted.
"Senior, that is Dongsheng Shenzhou Qiwu Mountain."
"What continent?"
"Dongsheng Shenzhou!"
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The last chapter of this volume was written very slowly, so I’m extremely sorry.
