In the endless river of time and space.
Meng Qingzhou followed the thread of causality, tracing it back. When the thread’s end dipped into the river, his eyes brightened slightly, and he plunged in headfirst.
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In a village in the southern Wilderness.
The villagers worked from sunrise to sunset, carrying hoes as they walked along the field ridges. Among them was an old man, looking about sixty or seventy years old, with his pants rolled up, walking through the muddy fields.
“Hey, don’t dig around recklessly, be careful not to disturb the earth snake,” the old man called out, glancing back at his young grandson, who was sticking his hand into a hole by the field ridge.
The grandson ignored him, his face suddenly lighting up with joy as he pulled out a fat loach, shouting excitedly, “Grandpa, look! A loach! We can have an extra dish tonight.”
The old man’s eyes widened in horror, and he scolded, “That’s an earth snake, throw it away quickly!”
Hearing this, the grandson turned his head and looked closely…
Whoa! It had tattoos, a pointed head, and a flickering red tongue!
“Ahhh!!” The grandson screamed in fright, swinging the snake’s tail against a rock with his eyes closed, smashing it repeatedly for a good half hour. It wasn’t until the old man snatched the bloody earth snake from his hand and gave him a knock on the head that he snapped out of it, patting his chest in fear, “Scared… scared me to death.”
“I’ll deal with you when we get home!” The old man, also shaken, scolded with wide eyes.
The grandson, fearless, scratched his head and said, “Hehe… snake meat is more nutritious than loach, and I didn’t get hurt. Can this count as making up for my mistake?”
Hearing this, the old man couldn’t help but smile, gently patting the grandson’s head, “Alright, I’ll make snake soup for you tonight.”
As the grandfather and grandson headed home, they passed by a pond.
They saw a young man in a black cloak, fishing with a bamboo rod, his back to them.
Strangely, the bamboo rod had no fishing line.
“Hey, young man, where are you from? It’s so hot, why are you dressed so warmly?” the old man asked curiously.
The young man turned his head slightly, saying calmly, “Ji Wushuang, still not awake? How long do you plan to sleep?”
The grandfather and grandson were bewildered, looking at each other in confusion.
Ji Wushuang… who was that?
There was no one by that name in the village.
“Erasing spiritual wisdom, making a false body completely integrate into an ordinary person…” the young man muttered to himself, then flicked his finger without looking back.
A wisp of Sword Sense entered the grandson’s forehead.
The old man’s face changed drastically, shielding the grandson behind him, and shouted angrily, “Stranger, what are you doing!?”
The young man in the black cloak said calmly, “Old man, take a good look. Is he really your grandson? You’ve been alone all your life, without any children. Where did this grandson come from?”
Hearing this, the old man looked back, only to see his long-accompanied grandson’s face contorted, roaring, “Meng Qin, is it you!? How could you possibly find me!?”
“Still as talkative as ever.”
The young man in the black cloak stood up, pulling up the bamboo rod, fishing out a phantom soul, faintly visible as Ji Wushuang’s Dao Seed.
The next moment, the young man in the black cloak disappeared.
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“Huh? Who was I just talking to?” The old man, dazed, patted his head and looked at his grandson, asking, “Did you see anyone just now?”
The grandson, bewildered, shook his head, the fearless look in his eyes gone, replaced by pure innocence, “No…”
“But I feel like… I lost something.”
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Meanwhile, in various parts of the Wilderness, young men in black cloaks appeared.
Following a river of time and space, they came and went quickly.
In a small country in the Northern Territory.
An emperor, with a gloomy expression, sat decadently on the dragon throne, indulging in wine and pleasure every day, living a life of debauchery.
The emperor raised his eyes, seemingly seeing a young man slowly approaching among a group of scantily clad beauties.
Strangely, no one else seemed to notice…
If someone were to closely observe the emperor at this moment, they would discover that in the reflection of his pupils, a young man in a black cloak was walking towards him.
As the young man left his pupils, he took away a wisp of Dao Seed, along with the emperor’s life.
“Living in debauchery, leaving you in the world would only be a disaster. Follow this Dao Seed on your way.”
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Ten minutes were gradually approaching.
In the river of time and space, Meng Qingzhou followed the last thread, arriving at a desolate graveyard.
The graveyard was barren, neglected for years.
One of the graves had no soil covering it, with a coffin lying exposed in the pit.
Meng Qingzhou sat on the edge of the pit, tapping the coffin lid with his finger, “Hey, wake up, the sun’s already up.”
The coffin lid shook a few times, pushed open by a pale hand. A handsome young man sat up straight, his eyes empty, turning to look at Meng Qingzhou, “Tell me, how did you do it?”
“Is the Dao of Space-Time really so mysterious!?”
“In just ten minutes, you wiped out tens of thousands of my false bodies and Dao Seeds in the Wilderness…”
“Meng Qin, you’re truly formidable, so formidable that you frighten me… I’ve never encountered an opponent of your caliber in my life.”
Meng Qingzhou remained silent, finally uttering four words, “You talk too much.”
Ji Wushuang fell silent, then shook his head helplessly, “After being killed by you over ten thousand times, I won’t trouble you this time. I’ll do it myself.”
With that, Ji Wushuang shattered the Dao Seed of this false body. Before dying, his eyes deepened, “My true body is in a forbidden area in Sky State. In a few months, I will break through to the Sky-Reaching Realm. Then, I will come for you.”
With that, the false body fell with a thud.
“You talk too much.” Meng Qingzhou smiled faintly.
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