"We have almost adapted, so we will go back to Zhongnan Mountain. I will explain to you what happened next."

………

At this time, Shuntian Prefecture was hidden in the temple in the downtown city, and the ancient bells cleansed people's hearts.

On the stone slab covered with moss, Yuan Ke looked at the monk in black in surprise.

"You just let me go?"

"It's over, and you can't do anything next with your strength."

The monk in black clasped his hands together and said softly.

Yuan Keyong looked at the monk in black in front of him, and after a moment of silence, he said, "I will re-seal the sky one day."

The monk in black smiled and said:

"The monk is waiting for that day!"

………

Three months later, the white snow on Mount Zhongnan still has not melted. Perhaps the scenery here has not changed for thousands of years, and it has been immersed in the charm of ice and snow.

The cold wind blew across Wen Zhengming's face, bringing a hint of coolness.

Floating snowflakes fell from the sky and fell on Wen Zhengming's shoulders.

Wen Zhengming looked into the distance and felt sighing.

Who would have thought that the changes in the world in the past few years were all controlled by him. Everything was just a game, but this game has affected the fate of countless people. This world has truly become a mythical world.

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He manipulated the fate of a world with one hand.

"I've finished writing this script, and the rest of the story depends on you."

Gently flicked the snowflakes on his shoulders, Wen Zhengming stood up and turned to look at Qiao Yuanshan.

At this time, Qiao Yuanshan had completely mastered the power of the Heavenly Venerable level, and Wen Zhengming had almost done his teaching.

"What was the uncle of the junior teacher just talking about?"

Qiao Yuanshan swept away the snowflakes all over his body and said with a smile, as if the young man had never changed since he climbed Mount Zhongnan.

This is what Wen Zhengming admires him the most. It is the most rare for those who do not forget their original aspirations.

Facing Qiao Yuanshan’s questions, Wen Zhengming waved his hand gently and said, “It’s just a little sigh.”

"Have the uncle of the junior teacher decided to leave?"

Qiao Yuanshan looked at the uncle of the junior master in front of him. After he truly became the Heavenly Venerable, his awe of the uncle of the junior master became even more serious.

Because he knew that the current peace of the wilderness situation was suppressed by his uncle.

Once the master and uncle leave, no one can suppress these people anymore.

There is no second transcendent in this world.

Wen Zhengming looked at Qiao Yuanshan with a smile at his juniors.

"The story I should have written for you has been written. In the future, the world needs you to write the prologue yourself."

"But………"

Qiao Yuanshan seemed to want to say something, but was stopped by Wen Zhengming's raised hand.

"Nothing, but history cannot be written by me all the time."

"But the Great Wilderness..."

Wen Zhengming didn't wait for Qiao Yuanshan to finish speaking, but waved his hand and said, "Your task is to defend the world. As for the Great Wilderness, there will naturally be someone to stop it. Zulong and Emperor Yu are only one step away. After I leave, one of them will definitely take this step and see you again if you are destined to leave!"

Qiao Yuanshan raised his head when he heard this. Under the snow, he could no longer see the figure of his uncle, only the heavy snow.

"The sky above the heads of all races has left."

………

Three years later, a war broke out in the Great Wilderness, and Qiao Yuanshan killed four heavenly masters who wanted to enter the world on Mount Tai, shaking the world.

Five years later, Zulong and Emperor Yu both attained transcendence in the new battle between the thousands of races in the Great Wilderness, and since then the human race has once again stood on the top of all races.

Thirty years later, heavy snow fell on Mount Zhongnan again.

Under the evening snow of thousands of mountains, Qiao Yuanshan looked at the snow on Zhongnan Mountain for the second time after becoming the Heavenly Lord. In the vast snow scene, a touch of black looks so eye-catching.

Qiao Yuanshan almost thought he had read it wrong, but at this time the figure turned around.

"Minister Uncle?"
Chapter completed!