Because Xuan Mo was aside, and because he was afraid that she would worry, Chu He did not fully tell her what was going on inside, but only briefly explained it on the surface.
Not to mention Luan'er, not even Luan'er, even the Great Sage Tianfeng and the Great Sage Golden Crow had never had the opportunity to witness such heaven-defying methods of becoming a saint through force.
Therefore, when Chu He said it, she listened and believed deeply.
After talking to Luan'er for a while, Chu He sat quietly aside, closing his eyes and observing his mind.
Although the realm is stable and the state is worry-free, the previous self-world was completely shattered and turned into a large area of chaotic energy, but one cannot ignore it.
There are about a million miles in radius, and the extremely concentrated chaotic energy is like a small ocean, but compared to the quality and quantity of the previous primitive land, it is obviously better than the quality and quantity.
At this time, this sea of chaos is like a tiny mustard seed, hidden in the world-destroying fire in the Chu River Soul Sea.
It is always being nourished by the evolution of many powerful forces drawn from the void, and is evolving at a slow speed.
Gradually growing.
It has form and quality but has not yet become a body.
This is called Taisu.
Taisu, the beginning of quality, is also immeasurable chaos This is also the reason why he is not in a hurry to create the world.
At the moment he becomes a saint, all the information left by Saint Hongyuan, no matter where it is "buried" or "frozen", is fully understood in an instant and integrated into the true meaning.
I'm fine.
With the method of creating the sage-level universe, why should we give up and be obsessed with the creation of the ordinary universe?
However, all kinds of information related to future practice, as well as why Saint Hongyuan died, etc., also brought certain troubles to Chu He: Even if he goes to the holy world, the journey may not be bright.
None of the people and things we face are simple However, since he has inherited the mantle of his old man, he knows that going upstream is difficult and dangerous, but he will never shirk what he has to shoulder.
Follow your heart all the way to this point, what can be changed and transferred?
Only Saint Taisu can completely control the mysteries of chaos, and only Chu He can prove the Tao with his strength.
Enter the holy realm of Tai Chi.
If you want to try this kind of control, it is dangerous and unpredictable.
However, once you leave Hongyuan Universe.
After complete detachment.
The opponents you will face.
It is also unprecedented, not to mention the terrifying existences such as the Six Brahma Gods who are only under the Holy Ancestor, and even the Golden Crow Great Sage who has cultivated in the Taisu Holy Realm.
It also gave Chu He a huge headache.
After transcendence, fierce battles are most likely unavoidable.
Once he thought about this, Chu He felt troubled.
Of course, the best way is to avoid these two men who are eyeing each other, but the other party's realm is extremely high, which is basically impossible.
Therefore, the meaning of chaos is also the key to breaking the situation.
In addition, Chuhe has another feasible way: Yang Shen forcibly becomes a saint The power of the two saints of Hedao Body and Yang Shen, as well as the Seven Stars and Eight Mysteries in hand, are enough to face the Golden Crow Great Sage directly.
Even if they cannot compete, they can still protect themselves without any worries.
However, Yang Shen's fire is still not quite there.
Even with the help of the newly acquired Kanshui Divine Mirror and Thunder Shock Hammer, it will take at least two to three thousand years to settle.
At present, the sanctification of the Tao body consumes a lot of the power of heaven in the Hongyuan universe.
The life span of the universe of the previous hundreds of years is definitely not enough even if it has to be shortened a lot.
Troubles arose, but they did not affect his cultivation state at all.
After becoming a saint, it is difficult for the seven emotions and six desires, almost all causes and effects, and various emotions to contaminate the Taoist mind.
The heart of a saint is like a bright moon hanging on the "turbid sea".
No matter how the "sea" below rises and disappears with thoughts and waves, it cannot affect the "bright moon" in the slightest.
Far from before becoming a saint, it was like the boat on it.
No matter how big and sturdy the boat was, it would eventually be tossed by wind and waves, and it would not be able to escape the attacks of the "demons" on the bottom of the sea.
The impact would be greater or less.
It is also possible to be destroyed by it.
Even Chu He's feelings towards him were completely new and so wonderful that it is difficult to describe them all.
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Even if you can't completely forget your feelings, there are changes in this direction after all.
His thoughts continued to wander, but his cultivation was also in full swing without any distraction.
At this time, he can do everything with all his heart, and there is no hindrance or influence at all.
"It turns out that this is the Taiyin Sanctuary.
Compared to the Sun Sanctuary, it seems a lot shabby."
Using the feedback from Tianxin's perspective, he could see clearly something billions of miles away.
The Taiyin Sanctuary is also hidden in the vacuum, but its scale is not even one-tenth of the Sun Sanctuary, and the outer protection is not that tight, but the buildings inside are exquisite and grand.
When it was about to arrive, Chu He gave Xuan Mo some instructions and gave up her idea of throwing a big banquet, and instead made hurried preparations.
Since he didn't know that the moment was suitable for detachment, Chu He didn't want to waste time on it.
It was best to get all the related things done within a day and a half.
Seeing what he said, Xuan Mo simply took the Taiyin Sanctuary into her own world.
The emperor's self-world is, at its extreme, hundreds of millions of miles wide or even larger.
It is really not a problem to accommodate a mere millions of miles of sacred territory.
"It may take some time for fellow Taoist to suffer."
As Chu He spoke, he flicked his hand, and a white light flickered more than ten feet in front of him, and a space passage appeared.
"Sage You Lao Chu" Xuan Mo put away the chariot, but there was no ink mark on it.
He thanked him respectfully, and then Shi Shiran walked into it.
"Luan'er, you should go too and accompany fellow Taoist Xuanmo to avoid boredom."
Chu He then said to Luan'er next to him.
"Well, Luan'er understands.
Brother Chu, you have to be more careful."
Luan'er nodded, took a deep look at Chu He, and then turned around to chase Xuan Mo.
"Ouch."
After a soft sound, the space channel disappeared into thin air.
Chuhe contained the two in the sea of chaos in the Fire of Destruction.
It was also the place where the unformed body had both form and quality, so that it would not cause spatial conflicts and affect the self-world of the people in it.
"You haven't given up yet?
I have no connection with you, and I don't want to be implicated in the slightest cause and effect."
Chu He turned around, faced somewhere and spoke loudly.
"I've met Sage Chu"
Two figures appeared there, and they turned out to be the two emperors who had knelt before in the primitive land.
They were still respectful, but this time there was no slurred begging for mercy.
"Fur."
However, before they could finish their words, Chu He disappeared.
He didn't even look at her, as if no one had ever been there before.
Not only that, there is not even the slightest trace of the remaining aura or the influence of Qi.
"I beg Sage Chu to show his kindness and give us a chance of survival, no matter whether we are a cow or a horse."
"The great merciful Saint Chu, please show me great mercy."
Seeing that Chu He had disappeared and there was no way to follow him, the two of them ignored their manners and knelt down to kowtow again, with tears streaming down their faces, as if they were howling miserably.
In the face of the great terror of annihilation, even the emperor cannot remain calm.
For some monks, the longer they live, the more they fear death
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