Uncle is Up - Chapter 404

  Chapter 404

  In the first year of the hundred-li calendar in the world of self-cultivation, the Goddess of Spring officially fell, and the Jiuzhou Continent repaired the rules and restored order. The entire continent officially broke away from the Goddess of Spring and became a member of the Three Thousand Worlds.

  The Goddess of Spring almost emptied the vitality of the Jiuzhou Continent. It would take at least ten thousand years for the mainland to recover to its peak. It was also this catastrophe that almost completely destroyed the cultivation world and became a world of doomsday.

The Jiuzhou Continent destroyed many secret realms, large and small, all spiritual plants were completely extinct, and most of the spiritual beasts were slaughtered out of control. There are also several top powers who have completely become part of the seal for the forbidden area of ​​the Longyuan faction.

  When the Goddess of Spring draws anger from the Jiuzhou Continent, she has no intention of breaking the barrier between the cultivation world and the mortal world. Part of the already scarce aura has been sent to the mortal world, causing the beasts in the mortal world to cultivate into another species—monsters.

  The Dao of Heaven reset the rules, blessed the spirits, and lowered barriers to separate the mortal world and the cultivation world, but after all, it was a step too late, and monsters were born in the mortal world.

  The mainland is a hundred wastes, and I don’t know when it will be revived.

  The cultivator who rebuilt the city exhausted his spiritual energy, sat on the abandoned rocks to rest, glanced at the scorching sun above his head, and couldn’t help muttering: “When will the new God of Creation appear? The sooner the continent appears, the sooner it will recover.”

The monk next to him heard it, stopped the spell at hand, sat next to him and chatted: “Didn’t you say that the original Creation God was the one surnamed Bei, but people have fallen, and now the successor of the Creation God seems to be… Is it the prince of Long Su Kingdom?”

   After such a yell, not long after they sat around many monks who were lazy and ready to gossip.

Someone curled his lips and said with contempt: “No one in the cultivation world knows about this, you’re the only country bumpkin who doesn’t know. The current successor of the Creation God is Xu Mingyu. Who is Xu Mingyu? That’s the prince of the Longsu Kingdom, the Longyuan Sect His genius disciple, the nephew of Venerable Beihan! He is the new generation of God of Creation, but for some reason, he has not inherited the position of **** until now.”

   “Hey” Someone sighed and regretted: “It’s a pity that Venerable Beihan, if she has not fallen, maybe she is the new God of Creation.”

Someone in the know twitched their lips, but they couldn’t tell what happened that day, so they gave up angrily, and said instead: “I see that the **** who descended suddenly that day was also quite powerful, and that one is the real god, that mighty one.” The pressure is not comparable to the Goddess of Spring, a fallen god.”

  When everyone heard this, their spirits were shaken, and they also thought of the divine light that fell suddenly that day and the white-clothed God.

  In the devastated land, on the ground where Bei Yinuan disappeared, sat a man in black who was in a trance, just stroking the Nuanyu in his hand.

  The man looks like a celestial being, sitting on the ground with long hands and long legs, and his jet-black hair moves with the blowing wind with gunpowder smoke.

   After a while, a pair of white boots broke into his sight, he frowned, and turned his back to the visitor.

   “Is your name Xu Mingyu?” The voice of the visitor was cold, and the neutral voice was astonishing.

   “Baibai, don’t care what he is doing, I will catch him back for you, so as not to upset you.” Another man in red came. The man in red had a more violent temper, but he was extremely courteous and flattering to the man in white.

  Xu Mingyu erupted immediately when he heard the words, and shouted at the two of them angrily: “I said that I will not go to the God Realm, I will go to my little uncle’s world! I will not inherit the position of God!”

   “If you have the ability, you kill me, otherwise don’t let me go with you!”

  He roared, turned around and flew away, leaving the two gods looking at each other.

  Looking up, I saw the person in the white robe raised his head slightly, a face that turned all sentient beings upside down, male and female, with extremely cold eyebrows and temperament, and a complicated light in the depths of his eyes.

  The one in red is equally stunning, but his eyebrows are more evil and mad. He glanced at the direction Xu Mingyu left with a pair of peach blossom eyes and commented: “It’s an infatuated kind, but it’s a pity that there is no fate.”

  Gu Subai stood in place for a long time, and after a while, there was a slight curvature on his expressionless face: “The way of heaven is disordered, and Lou Ling interferes with the marriage in the world, but you are right, there is indeed no destiny.”

  The God of Creation fell, and the Three Thousand Worlds was also affected. The two of them went down to the world to find someone, but they didn’t expect to meet Xu Mingyu, who didn’t want to become a god.

Bei Yinuan is the son of luck in another high-level world. He was murdered by others and his soul wandered. He was unintentionally drawn into the world of cultivation by the Heavenly Dao of Jiuzhou Continent to save himself. Unfortunately, the Heavenly Dao of Jiuzhou Continent is too weak. Before Nuan was pulled over to know the situation, Tiandao was once again suppressed by the Goddess of Spring.

The world Bei Yinuan lives in is a big world, very high-level, and the order is very complete. Even a **** can’t get in easily. If you want to get in, you have to break your soul like before. This is what Gu Subai and Jiang Yitan did not. The reason for sending Xu Mingyu to Beiyi Nuan World.

  Xu Mingyu knew that he would not be able to be with the people of the Three Thousand Worlds if he inherited the position of God, he immediately refused to become the new God of Creation.

  He wanted to be with Bei Yinuan for a while, but to go to Bei Yinuan’s world, he would only be able to reach it if he became a **** of creation, but the condition for becoming a **** was to cut off all emotions and six desires, and forget about Bei Yinuan. These two things trapped him for a long time.

  Even if he relies on self-cultivation as a flying god, once he ascends, he will inherit the **** position. No matter what, as long as he steps into the realm of the gods, he will immediately become the **** of creation.

   If you don’t become a god, you won’t be found.

  Became a god, unable to love you.

  Night is coming, the half moon is hidden in the dark clouds, and the chilly wind sounds like ghost howling.

  Xu Mingyu sat on a dead branch, with her forehead resting on her bent knees, one leg hanging down naturally, and a warm jade was tightly held in his palm.

  Depressed sobbing and sobbing sounded low, dazed, painful, and at a loss.

  Since Bei Yinuan disappeared, he has been living in decadence every day, every time he opens and closes his eyes, it is Bei Yinuan. He can stay in one place for several months without moving, and then change places.

  If he finds a new space spell, he can study tirelessly and madly for a long time, just to find his little uncle through time and space.

  He gave up the position of God, gave up the supreme honor, and stayed in this devastated land because it was the only place where there were traces of Bei Yinuan’s existence.

  It wasn’t until the end that he knew that Bei Yinuan didn’t belong to this world, she was an outsider, so she didn’t have a marriage here, so when the crisis in Jiuzhou Continent was lifted, she was leaving.

   It seems that even the wind takes pity on him, and blows many jumping green lights for him.

There were many green lights rising from the land where he was. He looked sideways, caught one of the lights with his index finger, and said in a hoarse and low voice, “If you also pity me, can you give her a word for me, just say… I miss her so much”

  (end of this chapter)