"No... there's something wrong... There seems to be a problem with this statue."
Zhao Yuande soon cast his eyes on the statue's eyes. Just now he felt that the statue's eyes seemed to be looking at himself for a moment.
"Who is it?" Zhao Yuande shouted, and his body was in front of the statue's eyes.
The statue is ten thousand feet high. Its eyes are almost the size of a house. Zhao Yuande stood in front of his eyes and stared at those black eyes. At this moment, he felt the fluctuation of life in the black eyes.
"Is......" Zhao Yuande's heart moved, and his body rushed into the open mouth of the statue below.
He thought it was dark in the big mouth, but when he entered it, he found that the light was dazzling. There was a bright light shining from the deep throat of the big mouth, which was falling on him.
"You are a Terran!" there came a slightly old voice.
"Yes, I'm a Terran! Who are you?" Zhao Yuande didn't let down his vigilance. His whole body gathered in his palm. As long as the other party attacked himself, he could directly kill the other party.
"Wait a minute. I'll look for the elder. We can trust you only after he's tested."
Zhao Yuande could see two figures at this time, one of which disappeared in an instant, while the other figure was holding a mirror, and the bright brilliance was illuminated from the mirror.
Zhao Yuande saw that the man holding the mirror seemed to be a young man. At this time, the other party seemed a little nervous. His hands holding the mirror were trembling slightly.
"You don't have to be nervous." Zhao Yuande smiled at him.
"You're nervous! I'm not nervous at all. I've experienced many such scenes! I've killed several invading aliens!" the man seemed to cheer himself up and warn Zhao Yuande.
"All right! All right!" Zhao Yuande nodded helplessly.
He simply sat cross legged on the ground, making the other party feel that he was not hostile.
Soon several figures appeared in front of him. One of the old people had dry skin and dead breath.
"Respect the old, that's him!"
At this time, Zhao Yuande looked up and showed a kind smile on his face.
"Who are you? Why are you here? What do you want to do?" the old man's voice was a little hoarse, and there was a gray color in his eyes.
"I am the inheritor of the three emperors. This time I come from the source." Zhao Yuande said.
"The inheritor of the three emperors? What evidence do you have?" the old man showed a strange light in his eyes.
"I can use the powers of the three emperors, but here..." Zhao Yuande stood up.
"Come with me!" the old man took a deep look at Zhao Yuande, as if he could see through his body.
Zhao Yuande followed these people and soon entered a small world.
This small world is not very big, thousands of miles around, in which tens of thousands of people live.
Most of these Terrans are mortals, and only hundreds of people are practitioners. They live and work here in peace and contentment and live a very happy life.
"Isn't it strange that people here don't practice?" the old man in front saw the doubt in Zhao Yuande's eyes and couldn't help opening his mouth.
"Yes!" Zhao Yuande nodded.
"Because they are tired of fighting and don't want their people to re-enter the cruel cultivation life." the old man said, "although their life is short, their life is very happy. All kinds of emergencies have their own work and life, and everyone has their own family..."
The old man said, his eyes also showed the color of longing.
"But the ruins outside... What's going on?" Zhao Yuande looked at the old man.
"The ruins of the outside world are the product of war. Countless powerful practitioners have their own ambitions. They collude with foreign families outside and want to rule the whole world..." the old man's tone was a little bleak.
"So it is!" Zhao Yuande nodded slightly.
He thought it was an invasion by a foreign enemy, but it turned out to be internal and external collusion, a catastrophe.
They entered a quiet valley.
"You don't have to show it. I can see the blood of the emperor flowing in your body." the old man waved to Zhao Yuande.
"Ah..." Zhao Yuande was puzzled.
"What's your purpose here?" the old man looked at Zhao Yuande.
"I... actually... I want to know how to break through the realm of eternal realm!" Zhao Yuande can see that the old man's cultivation is actually only the middle of eternal realm, but this is his only purpose.
"Break through the eternal realm!" the old man took a deep look at Zhao Yuande, revealing a touch of depth in his eyes. "So it is said that if you want to break through the eternal realm, you need to create!"
"Need to create?" Zhao Yuande couldn't help wondering, "what to create? Life or the world? Or the cosmic dimension?"
"Create your own way!" the old man said, "this is just a word handed down from generation to generation. Only your own way is qualified to take the last step!"
"Create your own way..." Zhao Yuande nodded silently, with a clear understanding in his heart.
"Well, you can rest here for a while! If you need to call me again." seeing Zhao Yuande's appearance, the old man couldn't help nodding slightly, got up and strode away.
"Own Tao... Own Tao... What Tao belongs to me?" Zhao Yuande frowned and kept thinking, "Gold, wood, water, fire, earth, wind and thunder... These Tao appeared at the beginning of heaven and earth. They all belong to the Tao of heaven and earth. They can learn, understand and practice. However, even if they are proficient, they belong to others. They can never break through the realm of eternity! What is my Tao now?"
He thought hard and racked his brains in this valley.
Time flies, and a hundred years have passed in the blink of an eye.
Zhao Yuande was still sitting cross legged. His beard and hair were tens of meters long and spread on the ground, looking like a pile of weeds.
After a hundred years of isolation, Zhao Yuande can be said to have achieved nothing. At this time, he was already worried.
For him, a hundred years is very long. He doesn't know what happened outside.
"Haven't you understood yet?" the old man didn't know when he appeared in front of him.
"No! Please give me some advice." Zhao Yuande shook his head slightly.
"You haven't realized it yet, because your cultivation is only in the middle of the eternal realm! You haven't reached the peak. You can't feel the thousands of roads in heaven and earth." the old man said faintly.
"I... you..." Zhao Yuande was stunned when he heard the old man's words.
"A hundred years is a kind of accumulation for you! You can leave now!" the old man waved.