Chapter 1616 Twelve Thousand Years Later

"Your Majesty is powerful in all directions, and the great Zhou Kingdom will never be destroyed!"

The changes in Jiang Sanchun made everyone present moved.

Many veterans were moved to tears.

Because Jiang Sanchun, who has reached the realm of domination, is considered to have complete possession, overwhelming the strength of the entire Southern Territory.

Only this kind of strength can suppress the ambitious people of all parties and allow the Zhou Dynasty to completely restore stability and tranquility.

Different from the excitement of the ministers of the Great Zhou Dynasty, the powerful men from the outside world who were peeping at the enthronement ceremony all had ugly expressions.

They can ignore Jiang Sanchun, who is in the quasi-god realm.

But do you dare to ignore Jiang Sanchun, a master in the realm?

It can be said that Zhao Mu's move directly cut off the ambitions of most of the powerful people in the outer regions towards the southern region, completely making their dreams in vain.

"Damn Wan Yu Taoist, does he regard the Southern Territory as a forbidden area? He actually used such means to cut off the thoughts of all parties."

"Nowadays, the Immortal Way in the Southern Territory is becoming more and more prosperous. All kinds of heavenly materials and earthly treasures are emerging in an endless stream. It is becoming easier and easier to practice the Immortal Way. If we don't occupy a place in the Southern Territory, how can we get a share of the pie?"

"But now it seems that as long as Wan Yu Taoist is here, the ones who will get the greatest benefit will always be the people from the Southern Territory."

"It's really, really unacceptable!"

All parties in the Outer Territory were extremely aggrieved, but they had no choice but to withdraw their gazes at the Southern Territory one by one.

Endless wasteland.

Zhao Mu stood in the valley with his hands behind his hands, looking in the direction of the South Territory.

"With the Destiny Dao Fruit as the treasure of inheritance, the Great Zhou Dynasty will be basically stable in the future, and the poor Dao will have more energy to do his own things."

Zhao Mu said to himself: "The Giant Eyes of the Spiritual Corpse have been walking all over the endless wasteland these years, but they have never found any trace of the Holy Prophet Emperor."

"The poor Taoist travels around the world in the body of a demon god, and there are no clues. Why does that old guy feel like he has disappeared from the world?"

"It stands to reason that if he is planning something, some signs will inevitably appear. Is it possible that what he is planning has not really started yet?"

"Or is he not ready yet?"

When the Prophet Holy Emperor twice planned to kill Dao Yuan, Zhao Mu and Dao Yuan had guessed that the Prophet Holy Emperor was probably trying to remove obstacles and prove himself to the gods in the world.

Now Zhao Mu felt more and more that his original guess was probably true, so he was sure that the Holy Prophet Emperor would make some big noise sooner or later.

"The current situation is that Pindao wants to find the whereabouts of the Holy Prophet Emperor before he makes any big moves. It is best to kill him directly. If he cannot be killed, then disrupt his plan."

"On the other hand, that old guy is probably also thinking deeply about me and has always wanted to find me."

"After all, I, the variable, is the one who really poses the greatest threat to him. Even human gods like Daoyuan are probably not as big of a threat to him as me."

Zhao Mu thought thoughtfully: "That's all. If you can find the Prophet Holy Emperor, just look for him. If you can't find him, just wait. No matter what, the bottom line is that you can't reveal his whereabouts."

"As an immortal, my greatest advantage has always been endless time."

"Don't the Holy Prophets want to prove the gods in the world? Then let him jump around. The more he does, the more flaws he will have."

"Time is always on my side. I believe that sooner or later, I will wait for the flaw that can kill him."

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Time is like water, flowing through people's lives inadvertently.

Many people are still young, but when they suddenly look back, they suddenly realize that they are already gray-haired and have to stand at the end of their lives and lament the shortness of their lives.

Not just mortals, even powerful immortal cultivators will have their lives come to an end one day.

When they reach the end of their lives after spending thousands or even tens of thousands of years, they may be even more reluctant to leave this world than ordinary people, and feel that time is even more precious.

In this world, there may be only one person who doesn't care about the passage of time. Instead, he treats the time that others value so much and squanders it as casually as sand.

Zhao Mu himself hid in the Hanhai Continent and walked the world as a demon god. He witnessed countless joys and sorrows in the world, and saw the rise and fall of countless countries and sects.

So casually, twelve thousand years have passed in this world.

Above the vast ocean, the endless mist towers between the sky and the earth, dividing the originally connected ocean into two worlds, the inner and outer worlds.

The sun is setting in the west, and gradually only half of its face is left in the horizon. The golden afterglow pours into the sky and the earth, leaving the last warmth to the creatures in the world.

Zhao Mu sat on a small island, staring at the towering fog in front of him.

"It's a pity that Daoyuan has lost the cultivation of a human god. Otherwise, I really want to go into the mist again."

Zhao Mu picked up the wine gourd on the ground and drank a few sips wantonly.

Twelve thousand years are enough to change many things in the world, but this great mist array has always stood across the sea, guarding the tranquility of the Zixu Continent.

Over the years, Zhao Mu has been walking around the world, but he has never walked into the mist.

It’s not that I don’t want to go in, it’s that I can’t go in.

Although his demon clone has strength comparable to that of a human god, it is not a human god after all and cannot discern the direction in the fog.

Without the guidance of Tao Yuan, once he walks in, he may not be able to get out.

"The Prophet Holy Emperor has not been found yet. My Demon God clone is still of great use, but I can't get lost in the mist."

Sometimes Zhao Mu felt that while the Tongtian Mist protected the Zixu Continent, it was also like a cage, imprisoning the people of the Zixu Continent.

At least the existence of the Tongtian Mist restricted the possibility of cultivators exploring a wider world.

Of course, the existence of the Tongtian Mist always has more advantages than disadvantages.

Otherwise, once the infinite spirit beasts broke in, the Zixu Continent would surely be devastated again.

"I wonder what the old guy, the Prophet Saint Emperor, is doing now. Will he also enjoy the sunset somewhere like me?"

Zhao Mu wiped the wine stains from the corners of his mouth, lay lazily on his back, and looked at the blue sky above.

Although he had expected that it would not be easy to find the trace of the Prophet Saint Emperor again.

But he did not expect that after more than 12,000 years of searching, he still did not find any trace of the old guy.

"He hasn't shown up for more than 10,000 years. It seems that what the old man is planning is really going to shake the world."

"But the less he shows up, the more cautious I have to be. God knows if he is also in the dark, waiting for my real body to show up?"

"Old thing, let's see who has better patience and who can afford it."

Zhao Mu drank the wine in the gourd, stretched out his hand to the sea and gently grabbed it, and a big fish was carried out of the sea by his magic power.

He ignited a blazing flame with his magic power, and from time to time he put some precious spiritual medicine into it, and soon a refreshing fish aroma came out.

Suddenly, an old voice came from the sea: "Senior Wanyu, it's been a long time since we last met. How have you been?"

Zhao Mu turned his head and saw a gray-haired old man walking on the sea. It was Chi Huo, who had not seen him for many years.

At this time, Chi Huo was filled with the decayed aura of the five decays of heaven and man, and it was obvious that he was about to die.