When Qin Sang came, he sensed the auras of several gods on the road. There were no gods in the Storm Realm before, but after returning to the Great Thousand, gods sprung up like bamboo shoots after a rain, which was obviously weird.

Qin Sang couldn't think of the reason, and could only attribute it to the uniqueness of the Storm Realm itself.

He had a speculation, could it be that the lower world's heavenly way was incomplete, and what was missing in the storm world was the divine way?

Li Yuaxe paused for a moment. Seeing that Qin Sang didn't speak, he continued: "Back then, people in the world were grateful for the kindness of Master and Master, and built thousands of family ancestral halls, which have been popular ever since. Is it possible for Master and Master..."

There was a hint of excitement in his tone.

Qin Sang knew what he was thinking, but thought that there was little hope for Taoist Ji Xin and Mingyue to return. If the Shinto had always existed, with the merits of Taoist Ji Xin and Mingyue, they would definitely be introduced to the Shinto, but they had been dead for more than a thousand years, and their souls

Already extinct.

If they can return, it will prove that everyone has a unique mark in the world, which will not be erased after death. Reincarnation may not be a legend!

Previously, Qin Sang heard that among the eight major heavenly states, Zhenzhou Shinto in the southeast was the most prosperous, while Shinto in other places was mostly suppressed. Qin Sang had traveled through the three major states and had never seen a mature Shinto monk. If he hadn't obtained

According to the news from the Storm Realm, he might go there personally.

Next, Qin Sang went to the tomb to pay homage to Tan Hao and others, and then left Cuiping Mountain alone.

Looking down from the sky, the former Sanwu City has experienced several rises and falls, and has never returned to its original appearance. The river has surged, and the new city has moved far away from the old site. The bun shop is no longer there. I wonder if the family has passed down the bloodline.

He continued north and finally came to the top of a mountain peak.

Pilgrimage to the mountain!

Under the careful protection of Qingyang Temple, the scenery of the pilgrimage mountain remains as before.

Qin Sang descended to escape the light, carrying a bottle of wine in his hand, and walked along a trail for a while, when a monument without words appeared in front of him.

No matter how well protected the stone monument is, it will inevitably leave traces of time after thousands of years of time pass by.

Qin Sang paused, looked silently for a while, walked to the tomb, put down the wine bottle in his hand, and murmured: "This time, I came a little late..."

He carefully swept away the dust, sat down in front of the tomb, and looked up to the sky.

Before he knew it, more than a thousand years had passed. At that time, he could not have imagined how many hardships and excitement he would experience in the future after making that choice.

The sky was gloomy, and it seemed to be the same as before, but it was not the same sky anymore. Thinking of the oath he made at that time, he broke the sky and came to the "heaven", but he had not seen the immortal yet, and there was a long way to go in the future.

Fortunately, Princess Dongyang also came to the same sky as him and could continue to witness him fulfill his vow back then.

After sitting quietly for a long time, Qin Sang stood up, toasted Princess Dongyang, and poured the pot of fine spiritual wine in front of the tomb.

There were no words of remembrance or heroic words. He just said, "I'm leaving!"

Then he waved casually, as if saying goodbye to an old friend.

The back figure was gradually swallowed up by the night.

The moonlight is hazy, and the shadows of the trees are dancing on the stone tablet. ()
Chapter completed!