Uncle is Up

In the first year of the 100th year of the cultivation world, the Goddess of Spring officially fell. The laws of heaven in Jiuzhou Continent were restored and order was restored. The entire continent was officially separated from the Goddess of Spring and became a member of the Three Thousand Worlds.

The Goddess of Spring almost drained the Jiuzhou Continent of its vitality. It would take at least ten thousand years for the continent to return to its peak. It was also this calamity that almost completely destroyed the world of cultivation and turned it into a Dharma-ending world.

Many secret realms, large and small, were destroyed in Jiuzhou Continent. All spiritual plants were completely extinct. Most of the spiritual beasts were slaughtered out of control. Low-level monks were bitten to death by spiritual beasts. Most of the high-level monks also died while resisting the Goddess of Spring. There are also several top powers who have completely become part of the seal for the Longyuan Sect's forbidden land.

When the Goddess of Spring drew anger from the Nine Continents, she had no intention of breaking the barrier between the world of cultivation and the mortal world. Part of the already scarce spiritual energy went to the mortal world, allowing the beasts in the mortal world to cultivate into another species - monsters.

Heaven reset the rules, and various spiritual lands in Fuze also lowered barriers to separate the mortal world and the cultivation world. However, it was a step too late, and monsters were born in the mortal world.

The mainland is in ruins, and we don’t know when it will be revived.

The monk who rebuilt the city exhausted his spiritual energy and sat on the abandoned rocks to rest. He glanced at the scorching sun above his head and couldn't help but murmured: "When will the new God of Creation appear? The sooner he appears, the sooner the continent will recover."

The monk next to him heard this, stopped what he was doing, and sat next to him chatting: "Didn't it say that the original God of Creation was the one named Bei? But people have fallen, and now the successor of the God of Creation seems to be... ...Is he the prince of Long Su Kingdom?"

With such a shouting, not long after they were surrounded by many monks who were lazy and preparing to gossip.

Someone curled their lips and said with contempt: "Who in the world of cultivation doesn't know this? You're just a bumpkin. The current successor to the God of Creation is Xu Mingyu. Who is Xu Mingyu? That's the crown prince of the Longsu Kingdom, the Longyuan Sect. A genius disciple and the nephew of Venerable Beihan! He is the new generation of Creation God, but for some reason he has not succeeded to the throne yet."

"Hey" someone sighed with regret: "What a pity, Venerable Beihan, if she had not died, she would probably be the new God of Creation."

Some people who knew about it wriggled their lips, but they couldn't tell what happened that day, so they gave up in frustration and said instead: "I see that the god who descended suddenly that day is quite powerful. Who is the real god? That powerful god The pressure is not comparable to that of the Goddess of Spring and a fallen god."

When everyone heard this, they were immediately shocked and thought of the divine light that suddenly fell that day and the god in flowing white clothes.

On the devastated land, where Bei Yinuan disappeared, sat a man in black who was in a trance and just caressing the warm jade in his hand.

The man looked like a celestial being, sitting on the ground with long arms and legs, his jet-black hair moving with the wind carrying gunpowder smoke.

After a while, a pair of white boots broke into his sight. He frowned and turned his back to face the visitor.

"Your name is Xu Mingyu, right?" The voice of the visitor was cold and neutral, which was shocking to everyone.

"Bai Bai, no matter what he is chirping about, I will take him back for you so that you won't be upset." Another man in red came. The man in red had a bad temper, but he was extremely attentive and flattering to the man in white.

Xu Mingyu burst into laughter upon hearing this and shouted angrily at the two of them: "I said I won't go to the God Realm, I want to go to the world of my little uncle! I will not inherit the throne of God!"

"Kill me if you can, otherwise don't let me go with you!"

He roared and turned around and flew away, leaving the two gods looking at each other.

Moving his gaze upward, he saw the man in white robe raising his head slightly, with a face that confounded all living beings, androgynous, with extremely cold eyebrows and temperament, and a complex light in the depths of his eyes.

The man in red was equally stunning, but his eyebrows were even more sinister and sinister. He glanced at the direction Xu Mingyu was leaving with his peach blossom eyes and commented: "He is quite an infatuated person, but it's a pity that he is destined to have no destiny."

Gu Subai stood there for a long time, and after a while his expressionless face showed a trace of arc: "The way of heaven is chaotic, Lou Ling interferes with the marriage in the world, but you are right about one thing, there is indeed no fate."

The God of Creation fell, and the Three Thousand Worlds were also affected. The two of them went down to the lower world to search for someone. Unexpectedly, they met Xu Mingyu, who didn't have enough money to make money and didn't want to become a god.

Bei Yinuan is a son of luck in another advanced world. He was harmed by others and his soul wandered. He was unintentionally pulled into the world of cultivation by the Heavenly Way of Jiuzhou Continent to save the world. Unfortunately, the Heavenly Way of Jiuzhou Continent is too weak. Bei Yinuan Before Nuan was pulled over to know the situation, Tiandao was already suppressed by the Goddess of Spring again.

The world Bei Yinuan is in is a big world, very advanced, and the order is very complete. Even gods cannot easily enter. To enter, you have to break your soul like before. This is why Gu Subai and Jiang Yitan did not The reason for sending Xu Mingyu to Bei Yinuan World.

When Xu Mingyu knew that he would not be able to be with the people of the three thousand worlds after inheriting the divine throne, he immediately refused to become the new God of Creation. He would rather not become a god, but to spend the brief hundred years of being a mortal with Bei Yinuan.

He wanted to be with Bei Yinuan, but he could only reach Bei Yinuan's world by becoming a creation god. However, the condition for becoming a god was to cut off his emotions and forget about Bei Yinuan. These two things had troubled him for a long time.

Even if he relies on self-cultivation to become a god, once he ascends, he will inherit the throne of god. No matter what, as soon as he steps into the realm of gods, he will immediately become the creation god.

If I don’t become a god, I can’t find you.

As a god, I cannot love you.

When night comes, the half-moon is hidden in the dark clouds, and the cool wind sounds like a ghost howling.

Xu Mingyu sat on a dead branch, resting his forehead on his bent knees, one leg hanging naturally, and a warm jade tightly held in his hand.

The suppressed sobs and sobs sounded low, confused, painful, and at a loss.

Since Bei Yinuan disappeared, he has been living decadently every day. Every time he opens or closes his eyes, he sees Bei Yinuan. He can stay motionless in one place for several months and then move to another place.

If he finds a new space spell, he can study it tirelessly and crazily for a long time, just to find his little uncle through time and space.

He gave up his position as a god, gave up his supreme honor, and stayed in this devastated land just because it was the only place where traces of Bei Yinuan's existence remained.

At the end, he realized that Bei Yinuan did not belong to this world. She was an outsider, so she had no marriage here, so the crisis in Jiuzhou Continent was lifted and she was leaving.

It seemed that even the wind took pity on him and blew him many jumping green lights.

Many green rays of light rose up from the ground where he was. He looked sideways and caught a ray of light with his index finger. His voice was hoarse and low: "If you also pity me, can you bring her a word for me? Just say... …I miss her so much”