97影视

“Hahaha” Jian Wushuang chuckled heartily as he ruffled the child’s head.

This child must be an ancestor of Bai Junwang or perhaps even Bai Junwang’s father. The resemblance to Bai Junwang’s face was uncanny.

Upon hearing the laughter inside the house, thinking someone had come to visit, people walked out only to find the child standing alone outside the cattle shed, holding a lump of cow dung and licking it!

“Goudan, have you gone mad?” The woman who came out, grabbing Goudan’s ear, walked towards the house, scolding, “You idiot, haven’t you eaten enough? Eating cow dung, when your second uncle comes later, he might think I can’t support you!”

After scolding, the woman was still somewhat dissatisfied. She kicked Goudan’s buttocks a couple of times, saying, “When your second uncle comes this time, be prepared to go to the city and become a disciple of Qixuanmen. Show some promise; do you hear me?”

Jian Wushuang, soaring into the clouds, couldn’t help but maintain a smile.

This feeling was too strange.

Now he understood why his Teacher Xuan Yi said he was waiting for him in the future.

Xuan Yi probably used similar means to enter their timeline.

This also indicated that their timeline would also shatter in the future.

Or perhaps Xuan Yi had other methods to enter a specific time period, selecting disciples from a certain point in the past.

He, however, was a bit different; he wanted to delve into the future from the timelines of the past.

To see what Qishen was really planning.

Revival was not that simple; it was incredibly complex.

What kind of power was needed exactly?

He needed to be prepared.

His aura leaked out; this time, he didn’t need to actively search.

As long as he emanated an Emperor’s aura, it would attract powerful Emperor-level beings to come personally.

On a green cliff peak, Jian Wushuang stopped in his tracks.

In the pale blue sky, a sudden aurora appeared, and in an instant, a dignified man with a high crown materialized.

“May I inquire about your esteemed name and why you appear in my Dao Arena?” The man, exuding an air of arrogance, looked down from a high vantage point.

Jian Wushuang slowly raised his hand, a mere grasp in the empty space, and effortlessly seized the arrogantly postured man.

“I ask a question, you answer. Dare to conceal, and I will make your death unbearable!” The threatening tone resonated as Jian Wushuang exerted his dominance.

The formidable Emperor was so frightened that he didn’t dare to breathe loudly.

Because Jian Wushuang suppressed every bit of his aura.

This arrogant man was merely a tier 3 Emperor, and his Origin Source Dao was still weak, seemingly only a fourth-grade Origin Source Dao.

Such a character was not even worth mentioning in the Qishen Temple’s Four Great Secret Realms, let alone in the current Original Universe, where there were plenty of beings of much higher stature.

“Senior, spare my life, and I’ll speak!” The arrogant man immediately begged for mercy.

The gap between the two was too vast.

Even his master, in all likelihood, did not possess such overwhelming oppressive force.

“What’s your name, and who is your master?”

“Junior’s name is Wu Tong! My master is Daoist Zhuhuo, a good friend of the Desolate Emperor!”

Jian Wushuang grinned sinisterly, “Are you trying to threaten me?”

As he spoke, he exerted more force, causing Wu Tong’s face to turn red and purple.

“Junior dare not, I’m just speaking the truth!”

“Considering your resemblance to someone I knew, I’ll spare your life!” Jian Wushuang threw Wutong aside.

“Wu Tong, Wu Zuo!”

He was genuinely afraid that the other person had some connection with Wu Zuo.

After all, he was an Emperor, and with an extraordinary background, their descendants were likely to shine brightly in the era of Qishen.

He was particularly intrigued by the Desolate Emperor mentioned by the other party.

Qishen Temple, the Desolate Divine Master among the three Divine Masters.

This Divine Master had once saved the Great Desolate Wilderness.

He remembered it vividly.

Now, still just an Emperor, he could go and inquire about the matters of the Moro Spacetime and incidentally learn more about the Qishen.

The desolate aura was intense; he could clearly feel it. This time, he concealed his own aura and began moving towards the direction of the Desolation.

Concealing his aura, no one in this universe could detect him.

In this era, few could discover him.

In the current era, there were probably only a handful of Human Realm’s transcendent experts, and their strengths were relatively weak.

In just an hour’s time, he arrived in the domain where Desolation was located.

It wasn’t that close in distance, but flying in the Original Universe was much faster than in the temporal river, without any resistance.

Because the space in the Original Universe was purer, without the heaviness of the temporal river, and time was condensed within the space.

It was extremely difficult to destroy and even flying became unbelievably slow.

Up close, Jian Wushuang could immediately discern the strength of the Desolation Emperor, ‘Huang’, a complete-stage expert at the supreme-peak level.

According to the records in the books, during the late Chaotic Star Era, Huang reached the Tribulation realm, and then followed Qishen into a new era.

In the early days of Qishen, the gap between the three Divine Masters and Qishen wasn’t significant, but as time passed, the disparity became more apparent.

When Qishen reached the Seven Tribulation realm, the three Divine Masters were only at the Five Tribulation realm.

Only one person had the smallest gap with Qishen, and that was Mie Sheng.

Jian Wushuang really wanted to find that old guy and take the opportunity to settle the score and let off some steam.

Moreover, he wanted to remind the other person to definitely help someone named Jian Wushuang in the future.

Unfortunately, he couldn’t find Mie Sheng at all.

Perhaps the guy had changed his name.

In case he found Mie Sheng and realized he was at the Tribulation realm and couldn’t defeat him, that would be troublesome too.

Well, it’s better to go find Huang and have a chat first!

Just as he arrived, Jian Wushuang felt a violent force in conflict.

“Hmm?”

Jian Wushuang looked in the direction and saw on a massive arena, Huang was battling a savage beast.

The strength of that savage beast was formidable, even stronger than the Eight-Armed Beast Emperor who fought Broly.

Despite possessing the power of supreme-peak, it was unfortunate to encounter Huang.

Constantly being trampled upon.

Jian Wushuang became interested and decided to fly over directly.

Huang, fully engrossed in the battle, didn’t notice Jian Wushuang’s arrival. However, some Emperors watching around noticed him.

“You!”

“Who are you?”

Several Emperors around instantly intercepted Jian Wushuang.

Jian Wushuang put his index finger to his lips, indicating these people not to disturb Huang who was still in battle.

Under his threat, these people surprisingly obediently chose to keep quiet, standing in place and watching Jian Wushuang.

At the same time, numerous clearly visible short swords floated around his neck.

If they dared to make a sound, Jian Wushuang didn’t mind killing a few Emperors in advance for some excitement.

In the arena, Huang, like an ancient wild man, barefoot with disheveled hair, wielded a stone axe.

Every strike would inevitably injure the savage beast.

“The seventeenth strike!” Huang angrily shouted.

With another swing, the savage beast howled, completely silent thereafter.

A savage beast comparable to the complete-stage supreme-peak fell, appearing so insignificant under Huang’s simple and unadorned stone axe.