One hundred million years later, the blank field became lively and colorful, no longer as pale as before. Countless heavens and earths were distributed, from the highest way to the Great Dao to the Great Luo Golden Immortals, all of which were creating the world and adding vitality to the endless era.

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

Under the blue sky, the green mountains are rolling.

Han Jue meditated on the edge of the cliff halfway up the mountain. He was filled with fog in front of him, and the mountains and steep mountains on the opposite side were looming.

The treasure on his body faded away from the divine light, and he wore a white robe, which was swelling with the wind, and his head was covered with gray hair and dancing in the sky. His face was still young and handsome, and his face was as beautiful as a childish face as a fairy-like figure.

"I don't know how long it will take to surpass the master of creation, but fortunately, the original life span continues to grow as I practice."

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

After the opening of the endless age, many changes have occurred. All sentient beings only see the truly boundless world, while they see the changes in the basic rules of the blank field.

All beings spread out in blank fields, and countless small fortunes spread out, resulting in some new fortunes in the basic rules, and some fortunes are something that Han Jue cannot understand for the time being.

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

Han Jue is now able to manipulate the basic rules, but he is unable to truly control the basic rules. His real domination is to create and destroy the basic rules at will.

Perhaps the second creative master will appear in the future. What Han Jue needs to do is to maintain a spirit of cultivation, keep himself stronger, and never stop, rather than blocking the path of future generations, thereby consolidating his position. The failed experience of the first two invincibles has proved that this path is not feasible.

Of course, it is also OK to take time to relax occasionally.

Just like now.

"Hahaha! I can control the sword!"

A slightly tender laughter came, and a young man flew out of the fog on a wooden sword. He was wearing clothes made of brown animal skin, with a slightly dark face, looking only fourteen or fifteen years old, but his facial features were sword eyebrows and starry eyes.

The boy stood on the wooden sword and swayed, as if he would fall down at any time.

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

"Every generations passed, this kid's personality was like this in every life, which was interesting. It seems that even the time and space reincarnation of Fusang Tree cannot be worn away. The nature of the Hongmeng Demon God is still powerful."

Han was desperate at the boy and thought silently.

The young man was named Chu Xiaoqi in this life. He was born in an ordinary family in the mortal world. Because his family is ranked as Lao Qi and the youngest, he was named Xiaoqi by his parents.

Chu Xiaoqi has longed for 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 very bleak. She was first snatched away by a bandit and then almost died in the mouth of a wild beast. She stumbled and stumbled for a year. When she was chased by a monster, she fell into a cliff, and then met Han Jue, the "immortal".

The two have been together for half a year. Han Jue taught Chu Xiaoqi's basic cultivation methods and sword control skills. It took Chu Xiaoqi a month to learn it. His qualifications are average, and his soul is still in a sealed state, so qualifications are completely dependent on the reincarnation body.

In the past, Chu Xiaoqi was mostly a mortal spirit, and had a mediocre life. He also practiced the most. He was the highest achievement of the quasi-saint. He was surrounded and killed by his enemies as soon as he stepped into the quasi-saint. This matter has been talked about by future generations in that big world. Of course, it is not a beautiful talk, but a joke for the ages.

Chu Xiaoqi's personality is extremely unrestrained. Most of the time, he is lively, but occasionally he is very gloomy, which is completely different from Hongmeng's despair.

After a stick of incense flew, Chu Xiaoqi's remaining spiritual power was exhausted. He landed beside Han Jue, lay on the ground, gasping for breath, and sweating like rain.

Han Jue found it funny. He could lie down, but insisted on kneeling, supported the ground with both hands, and stuck out his tongue, like a dog.

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

In the previous cycle, Han Jue did not appear in Chu Xiaoqi's life, and this is the first time in this life.

"Immortal, how long can your sword-controlling technique last?"

"It must be a long time. Are you a Jindan monk?"

"In legend, the golden elixir monk can fly."

"How long have you been here?"

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

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

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

Chu Xiaoqi's eyes lit up, and he suddenly became energetic and began to tear the roast chicken with his hands.

Han Jue wanted to refuse and let Chu Xiaoqi relied on his own, but his heart felt inexplicably soft.

It is strange that he was too lazy to care about his children's sufferings, but he was extremely fond of his reincarnated grandson.

Hongmeng's despair is indeed very painful. Although he has done a lot of evil, he deserves to die, but no one has taught him since he was born. Even before his death, he was very confused. Why didn't his father help me?

Hongmeng was desperate and intelligent, and did not know how to communicate, but in his heart, Han Huang was his father.

After Chu Xiaoqi was full, he lay on the ground, stretched his waist, and then continued to chatter and fell asleep as he spoke.

Han Jue waved his hand and put a white dress on Chu Xiaoqi.

He closed his eyes again and continued to practice.

Two years later.

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

The bird demon looked like a golden eagle, with its feathers shining brightly and its wingspan was three feet long.

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

Finally, the bird monster was broken with its wings, sang, and fell into the cliff.

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

"Hehe, grandpa, am I awesome?"

Chu Xiaoqi smiled proudly and said, putting his hands on his hips, making him look very stinky.

The reason why he called Grandpa was Han Jue's sign. Han Jue didn't want to have a master and apprenticeship with him, and he couldn't always call him an immortal.

"It's okay."

Han Jue said without opening his eyes.

Chu Xiaoqi curled his lips and then began to deal with the bird demon. After some trouble, the bird demon recognized Chu Xiaoqi as the main one and was named Chu Xiaoqi by Chu Xiaoqi.

When he heard this name, Han Jue sucked his face.

Night falls.

Chu Xiaoqi sat next to Han Jue, wanting to speak but stopping.

Han Jue opened his eyes and looked at the night sky. A meteor passed by, causing a trace of surprise to flash in his eyes.

Why did he come to this mortal world?

"Grandpa, I want to go home and have a look, okay?" Chu Xiaoqi couldn't help asking, his voice very low.

This immortal had taught him for so long, but he did not ask for any reward, so he felt that he had just left like this, and he was a little sorry for the immortal.

What if this immortal disagrees?

"Yeah, of course."

Han Jue's answer stunned Chu Xiaoqi. He had made up for various answers, but he didn't expect that the other party agreed so casually.

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