"Young man, why do you come to my college?" The middle-aged scribe did not answer whether he was the dean, but still looked at Zhang Yi with a vigilant look, because in his perception, he could not see through the young man in front of him at all, and could not even sense the other party's cultivation.

So this was undoubtedly terrifying, and he was shocked.

"Hello, dear dean, my name is Zhang Yi, I am from Tianwai." Zhang Yi first bowed to the middle-aged scholar and reported to his home, and then said, "I came here to understand the God of Martial Arts. I hope you can solve my doubts!"

Zhang Yi knew that if he wanted to find the quiet space again, he could only start from this martial god. As long as he understood everything about the martial god’s past and all his information, he might find clues about the quiet space.

"You are from Tianwai?" The dean's pupils shrank suddenly, as if he was extremely shocked. At the same time, he finally bowed his fists and said, "Customer, please follow me."

"Thank you." Zhang Yi followed the middle-aged scholar through several corridors and finally entered a courtyard. The courtyard was very clean and there was no one inside. There was a big sycamore tree in the courtyard. There was a magpies nest on the tree, and the two magpies chirped constantly.

The two sat under the tree. The middle-aged scholar waved his hand and took out a pot of hot tea, then poured a cup of tea for Zhang Yi himself, signaling Zhang Yi to drink.

Zhang Yi also picked up the teacup and sniffed it lightly, then nodded and said, "With the jasmine fragrance, good tea, I haven't drunk this kind of tea for many years!"

"Dare you ask the guest why he asked about the deeds of the God of Martial God?" The middle-aged scholar seemed to have relaxed his vigilance at this moment, because he did not see the murderous intent in Zhang Yi's eyes.

"That's right." Zhang Yi put down the teacup and said, "I met the God of Martial Arts in a quiet space, but after I came out, I couldn't find the quiet space, so I want to know some of the deeds of the God of Martial Arts, which may be of some help to me!"

"You mean you have seen the God of Martial Arts?" the middle-aged scholar said in surprise.

"What? What's wrong?" Zhang Yi said strangely.

"Do you know how many years have the God of Martial Arts left us?" asked the middle-aged scholar.

"I don't know how many years have this been?"

"Nearly a billion years!" the middle-aged scribe raised a finger and said.

"Oh, so what?" Zhang Yi was puzzled. It would be 100 million years before leaving for 100 million years? Is there anything wrong?

The middle-aged scribe looked at Zhang Yi strangely and kept looking at him. It's been nearly a billion years, how far apart is that? But this young man actually said it lightly, as if he didn't care about it even though he had been indifferent to the past!

"What do you mean is that the God of War is still alive? Can he live for 100 million years?" The middle-aged scholar's mouth twitched. He was the most powerful person in the throne, but his life span was only ten thousand.

Zhang Yi understood the meaning of the middle-aged scholar at this time, so he smiled and said, "Mr. Dean, the world outside is very wonderful. For some people, or people like me, it is just a blink of an eye. As far as I know, many people have lived through an era or several eras, and each era is tens of thousands of times more than 100 million years."

"Uh..." The middle-aged scribe's head was short-circuited instantly.

Isn’t that immortality?

"Mr. Dean?" Zhang Yi was shocked when he saw the middle-aged scholar!

"I'm sorry, I'm rude." The middle-aged scholar complained, then took a deep breath and said, "Why would you ask if you are an immortal or a god?"

"None are not." Zhang Yi shook his head and said, "I have surpassed God's scope, and there are many people like me in the world!"

"Shh~" the middle-aged scribe clearly let out a sigh, because it was too incredible for him.

"So, can you tell me about the God of Martial Arts now?" Zhang Yi asked again.

"We have a temple of martial gods here, and no one has ever been to the temple since the God of Martial God left. If you want to know the information about the God of Martial God, you may have to go to the Temple of Martial God. And what I have recorded here is some legends, after all, it has been too long!"

"Where is the Temple of the Martial God?" Zhang Yi said curiously.

"In the little sky in the back mountain."

"Oh, can I go?"

"This is naturally...it's just...it's just that since Zhenren Zhang comes from the outside world, can Zhenren Zhang know how we mortal monks ascend?"

"Ascend?" Zhang Yi frowned and said, "Your heavenly position cannot ascend!" Zhang Yi knew very well that this was the space world of the God of Martial God. Without his permission, no one would be able to sense the heavenly disaster and would not be able to break the plane.

Of course, now this Martial God Space has become my own!

"Then how did you get to us?" The middle-aged scribe continued to be curious. He was really a frog in the well in this heaven!

"This is simple, look!" Zhang Yi smiled and waved his hand, then cut a big hole in the void in front of the two of them with a knife.

"Walk out from here and go to the outside world!"

"You... break the void!" The middle-aged scholar jumped up in shock. How powerful is this man? The void was broken with a wave of his hand?

Zhang Yi shook his head and closed the broken void, and smiled and said, "This is just a path. Many people outside can do it, but do you want to ascend?"

"Yes, Zhenren Zhang, our cultivator, and all the cultivators in my martial god continent have the only dream of ascending to become an immortal, and becoming an immortal class in that wonderful fairy court. Unfortunately, no one in this world has ever ascended except for the ascension of the martial gods back then."

"You just said that our heavenly throne cannot ascend? Why?" The middle-aged scribe was nervous, but also excited. Because he finally found a person who understands it, how could he not be excited? He also didn't want to miss this opportunity.

Zhang Yi thought for a while, and then replied: "Your heavenly position and other thirty-two heavenly positions all belong to other people's cave worlds and do not belong to the normal mortal world. There is a god in your thirty-three heavenly positions, and he does not allow you to leave here, so you naturally cannot sense the heavenly disaster and cannot fly away from the heavenly position!"

"What?" the middle-aged scribe was shocked and said with a terror: "Who is this person and why did he do this?"

Zhang Yi smiled bitterly: "It should be the God of Martial Arts. As for why he did this, it is because the world you live in is the space cave heaven he refined, and your life and death are just in his thoughts. Or, your ancestors and predecessors originally lived in other mortal worlds, and it was the God of Martial Arts who moved them to this cave heaven that could not sense the heavenly tribulation."

"Another bad thing, you are the mortal cultivators who were kept by him."

"This is impossible!" the middle-aged scribe shouted loudly.

"Okay, I've said everything I should say, but if you want to go out, I can take you out for a walk. This is not difficult. It's okay to see the outside world, or you want to go to the other thirty-two heavenly positions to go, there's no problem!"

"Can you take us out?" The middle-aged scribe's arms were trembling with excitement.
Chapter completed!