An old man appeared in a thatched hut built along the mountain. His originally white hair had already appeared a lot of black hair, and his hunched body became much taller. Even the wrinkles on his face were fading away, emitting vigorous energy.

He is the head of Cangyu Sect.

No one knows that after he became a saint hundreds of years ago, his realm was still growing rapidly, and now he is already a great saint.

All this comes from the drop of blood that merged into his body, constantly driving the improvement of his realm.

"Senior, are you awake?"

At this moment, the old man was looking at the young man lying on the bed and asked carefully.

However, the young man just opened his eyes, with a lack of spirit in his eyes, very empty, as if he had lost his emotions, and had no reaction to the old man's inquiry.

"Master, this..." The young man grabbed his head with confusion on his face.

"This senior was definitely a big shot in the past. Maybe he had encountered something, so let's not disturb him."

"Hua'er, you will be responsible for taking care of his daily life and diet in the future. Don't neglect it."

The old man tried several times, but still couldn't make the young man react. He sighed and explained it before leaving.

"senior……"

The young man smiled bitterly and washed the other person.

He has done this kind of thing countless times over the past few hundred years.

Although the young man woke up, it was still no different from sleeping, just staring at the beam of the room every day with empty eyes.

The Cangyu Sect moved from the human territory to the Great Realm of Ten Thousand Ghosts not to open up its territory, but to save its life under the cover of the cycle of reincarnation.

The only two people in this sect still eat like mortals every day, and they don’t look like powers with a saint-level powerhouse.

The young man woke up, and the young man also began to try to bring some hot soup and other mortal food.

Two more years have passed in a blink of an eye.

The young man's eyes gradually regained some of his spirit, and his body could also move. He sometimes swallowed some of the hot soup he sent.

Ten years later, the young man's transformation has become bigger and he can walk out of bed and go outdoors.

"Master, what is this senior doing?"

In a quiet mountain range, the master and disciple of Cangyu Sect stood together and looked forward from afar.

Looking around, I saw the young man sitting quietly facing the flowing stream, motionless, like a statue.

"We don't have to worry about it, don't ask too much." The old man said.

Now he looks younger and his cultivation is getting deeper. After saying that, he is like a breeze disappearing.

"In recent years, the epoch-reincarnation of the Three Thousand Realms has become even more terrible. Maybe it won't take long to go, and the world of Ten Thousand Ghosts will no longer be safe, and I will also practice hard."

The young man sighed and walked away.

The young man was left beside the stream. At this moment, his eyes were staring at the shimmering stream in front of him. His eyes were changing violently, no longer empty, but became cold.

Extremely indifferent!

This kind of indifference seems to be born with no emotion at all. It is like a cold machine that fights all worlds and heavens, and only me in my heart, and it will never be destroyed.

Those who block the way will be killed!

Hurry!

These extremely cold eyes stared at the shaking stream, as if shining out the eternal blue sky. The reflections formed endless images, forming pictures, gathered together to form a long river of memory, and slowly emerged in front of the young man's eyes.

It was endless blood, and the cold and cruel Holy Lord.

The young man's aura changed a little, as if something was quietly released, gradually reflected on his eyes, diluting his indifference, and other emotions began to appear.

Spring goes and autumn comes, and this process lasts for five years.

The young man had not moved at all, and his body had long been covered with thick dust.

During this period, the master and disciple of Cangyu Sect came to check countless times, but they did not dare to alarm the young man.

Finally, this day.

"The Holy Son of Taichu...Xiao Ye..."

The young man's body trembled, and all the heavy dust floated away. There was a brilliance in his eyes, his mouth opened, and he was talking softly, as if a baby was learning to speak.

"I am the saint son of Taichu and Xiao Ye, I am not dead yet..."

The young man raised his head gently, his eyes were not empty, but extremely deep, and all his memories were slowly reviving.

Xiao Ye is still alive.

Back then, before challenging the Holy Lord of Huadu, he had already made arrangements just to gamble.

And over the years, he has actually developed consciousness, but he has always been in a daze, as if he has fallen into a black hole and cannot break free.

Until today, his consciousness emerged and finally took control of his body.

"I forced my challenge to the Holy Lord of Huadu to attract external forces and integrate the invincible path of the Holy Son of Taichu with the Red Dust."

"In that battle, my soul almost dried up and my mind was shattered. In the end, I rely on the Immortal Bible to escape the disaster and be reborn after the disaster."

"Have I succeeded now?"

Xiao Ye looked down at his body.

This body is already different from that time. Every inch of flesh and blood contains infinite power. You can lift the sun, moon and stars with tiles of Tao, as if born for the Tao, which is extremely terrifying.

This is a perfect body, which has been controlled by him, and his emotions and six desires have not been erased.

The Holy Son returns to his throne!

This is the return of the sages of the nine sages of the ancient Taichu clan that even the ancient tribe could not achieve, and it was also the most perfect state.

Although it paid a very painful price, the rewards were very generous.

"I want to be familiar with this body!" Xiao Ye whispered softly, then slowly stood up.

The changes of Xiao Ye were obviously discovered by the master and disciple of Cangyu Sect, which was extremely surprised, but did not disturb him without authorization.

Xiao Ye was also very silent and did not communicate with the master and apprentice.

In the next few days, he walked in the mountains, breathing the clear air between the mountains, and strolling alone, often falling into contemplation, like a mortal.

Immediately afterwards, half a month later, Xiao Ye would breathe in the morning sun every day, like a man who had just practiced martial arts, exercising his body without any amazing aura.

This made the young man from Cangyu Sect very confused, and then he couldn't help but imitate with Xiao Ye.

This is a very weird picture.

The master and apprentice of Cangyu Sect and Xiao Ye lived together in this mountain range, but there was no communication between them, just like strangers.

After imitating Xiao Ye for three days, the young man was shocked.

Xiao Ye's physical exercises are becoming more and more complicated. Sometimes a simple movement will be full of mystery. Not to mention imitation, even looking at him from a distance will make him dizzy.
Chapter completed!