Top Tier Providence, Secretly Cultivate for a Thousand Years

One hundred million years later, the blank field has become lively and colorful, no longer as pale as before. Countless heavens and earth are distributed, from the Great Dao to the Daluo Golden Immortal, they are all opening up the world and adding a bit of vitality to the endless era.

In a big world, there is an inconspicuous small world among billions of small worlds.

Under the blue sky, the green mountains are rolling.

Han Jue meditated sitting on the edge of the cliff halfway up the mountain. The fog was thick in front of him, and the high mountains on the opposite side were looming.

The treasure on his body faded away, and he was dressed in a white robe, blowing in the wind, and his head of gray hair was scattered in the air. His face was still young and handsome, and with the gray hair, he could be said to have a childish face with crane hair and an immortal spirit.

"I don't know how long it will take to surpass the Lord of Creation. Fortunately, with practice, the original life span continues to increase."

Han Jue opened his eyes, looked at the heavy fog in front of him, and thought silently.

After the beginning of the Endless Era, many changes occurred. All sentient beings saw only the truly boundless world, while what he saw were changes in the basic rules of the blank field.

All living beings are scattered in the blank field, and countless small creations are scattered, causing the basic rules to produce some new creations, some of which Han Jue cannot understand for the time being.

Perhaps this is a self-defense ability of the blank field, just like the previous Hongmeng Demon God and Ninth Chaos. It will unconsciously create trouble for the invincible to promote its own development.

Han Jue can only manipulate the basic rules now, but cannot truly control the basic rules. The real control is that he can create and destroy the basic rules at will.

Maybe there will be a second creative master in the future. What Han Jue has to do is to maintain his spiritual practice, let himself continue to become stronger, and never stop, instead of blocking the way for future generations, thereby consolidating his position. The first two The failure experience of the Invincible has proven that this path is unworkable.

Of course, it’s okay to take time out to relax once in a while.

Just like now.

"Hahaha! I can wield a sword now!"

A slightly childish laugh came, and a young man was seen flying out of the fog with a wooden sword. He was wearing clothes made of brown animal skin, his face was slightly dark, and he looked to be only fourteen or fifteen years old. , the facial features are sword eyebrows and starry eyes.

The young man stood precariously on the wooden sword, as if it would fall down at any moment.

Han Jue looked at him with a smile on his face.

"After all the eons, this boy's personality has been like this in every life, which is interesting. It seems that even the time and space reincarnation of the Fusang tree cannot erase his true nature. The Hongmeng Demon God's true nature is still powerful."

Han despaired at the young man and thought silently.

The boy's name in this life is Chu Xiaoqi. He was born into an ordinary family in the mortal world. Because he is the seventh and youngest child in the family, he was given the name Xiaoqi by his parents.

Chu Xiaoqi has longed to cultivate immortality since she was a child, so she ran away from home when she was thirteen years old and wandered around the world. The result was naturally disastrous. First she was snatched away by bandits to pay tribute, and then she almost died in the mouth of a wild beast. She stumbled and wandered for a year. , fell into a cliff while being chased by a certain spirit, and then met the 'immortal' Han Jue.

The two have been together for half a year. Han Jue taught Chu Xiaoqi the basic cultivation methods and sword-control skills. It took Chu Xiaoqi a month to barely learn it. His qualifications were average, and his soul was still in a sealed state, so his qualifications depended entirely on reincarnation. body.

In the past ten thousand lives, Chu Xiaoqi was mostly an ordinary spirit. He lived a mediocre life, and he also practiced. He reached the highest level of quasi-sage. As soon as he stepped into the quasi-sage, he was besieged and killed by his enemies. This incident is still talked about by future generations in this big world. Tao, of course, is not a nice talk, but a joke for the ages.

Chu Xiaoqi's character is extremely inconsistent, lively most of the time, but occasionally gloomy, which is completely different from Hongmeng's despair.

After flying a stick of incense, Chu Xiaoqi's remaining spiritual power was exhausted. He fell next to Han Jue, lying on the ground, panting heavily and sweating like rain.

Han Jue found it funny that even though he could lie down, he had to kneel with his hands on the ground and stick out his tongue, like a dog.

However, this posture is somewhat similar to Hongmeng's despair.

In the previous reincarnations, Han Jue did not appear in Chu Xiaoqi's life. This was the first time in this life.

"Sage, how long can you last with your sword skills?"

"It must have been a long time. Are you a golden elixir monk?"

"According to legend, Golden Core monks can fly."

"How long have you been here?"

"Ah! I'm so hungry. Can the immortal turn me into a roast chicken? I'm too tired. I don't want to hunt by myself. I don't want to eat food yet."

Chu Xiaoqi kept chattering, obviously very tired, but refused to shut up.

Han Jue smiled and said nothing, waved his right hand, and a fragrant roast chicken appeared in front of Chu Xiaoqi.

Chu Xiaoqi's eyes lit up, and he suddenly became lively and began to shred the roasted chicken.

Han Jue wanted to refuse and let Chu Xiaoqi fend for himself, but his heart softened inexplicably.

Strange to say, he didn't bother to care about the suffering of his children, but he doted on his reincarnated grandson.

Hongmeng's despair was indeed painful. Although he had done many sins and deserved to die, no one had taught him since he was born. Even before his death, he was still confused as to why his father didn't help me.

Hongmeng is desperate and has low intelligence and does not know how to communicate, but in his heart, Han Huang is his father.

After Chu Xiaoqi had eaten, she lay down on the ground, stretched, then continued to chatter, and fell asleep while talking.

Han Jue waved his hand and a white coat was draped on Chu Xiaoqi.

He closed his eyes again, UU read www.uukanshu.net and continued practicing.

Two years later.

Chu Xiaoqi had successfully built the foundation and his body was much stronger. He was flying with his sword in the mountains and fields, casting spells with both hands to chase down a bird demon in front of him.

The bird demon looked like a golden eagle, with brilliant golden feathers and a wingspan of three feet.

Chu Xiaoqi's spells kept falling on the bird demon, causing its feathers to fly around and its blood to flow.

Finally, the bird demon's wings were broken, it screamed, and fell into the cliff.

Chu Xiaoqi took out a rope, which was a magic weapon. He stretched it as he pleased, tied the bird demon into a ball, then lifted it and landed in front of Han Jue.

"Hey, grandpa, am I good?"

Chu Xiaoqi said with a proud smile, putting his hands on his hips, looking extremely stinky.

The reason why he was called grandpa was Han Jue's suggestion. Han Jue didn't want to have a master-disciple relationship with him, and he couldn't always call him immortal.

"It's okay."

Han Jue said without opening his eyes.

Chu Xiaoqi pouted, and then started to deal with the bird demon. After a lot of troubles, in order to survive, the bird demon recognized Chu Xiaoqi as its master, and was named Chu Xiaoniao by Chu Xiaoqi.

When he heard the name, Han Jue's face twitched.

Night falls.

Chu Xiaoqi sat next to Han Jue and hesitated to speak.

Han Jue opened his eyes and looked at the night sky. A meteor streaked across, making his eyes flash with surprise.

Why did he come to this mortal world?

"Grandpa, I want to go home and have a look, is that okay?" Chu Xiaoqi couldn't help but ask, her voice was very low.

The immortal taught him for so long but did not ask for anything in return, so he felt that he was sorry for the immortal by leaving like this.

What if the immortal disagrees?

"Well, of course."

Han Jue's answer stunned Chu Xiaoqi. He had thought about various answers in his mind, but he didn't expect the other party to agree so casually.