Chapter 130 The profoundness of human culture; divine silkworm protecting the way?

Chapter 130 The profoundness of human culture; divine silkworm protecting the way?

Chapter 130 The profoundness of human culture; divine silkworm protecting the way?
The pure land of Yaochi is shrouded in mist and has beautiful scenery.

Before the Yao Chi grand event was held, the mother of the Queen of the West came to Mu Wushuang's house and delivered the invitation. Therefore, Mu Wushuang, who had not intended to waste time, also gave face to the mother of the Queen of the West.

"The Queen Mother needs to entertain various distinguished guests in the Holy Land, and she has specially ordered me to welcome Brother Wushuang and Elder Feng."

In front of the gate of the Yao Chi Pure Land Mountain, the Saint Maiden of Yao Chi appeared at just the right time, turned around gracefully, and smiled sweetly at the two of them.

"It's been a long time since I last saw the Saint."

Mu Wushuang also greeted with a smile. The Saint Maiden of Yao Chi also inherited the non-competitive character of the Holy Land of Yao Chi. To put it simply, she is a bit Buddhist.

After spending several times together, he has always had a good impression of this Buddhist saint.

The Holy Land of Yao Chi is an extremely holy land, which is very exquisite. The interior layout is retro, as if it has gone through thousands of generations and has been engraved with the marks of time. It is magnificent yet has a sense of vicissitudes.

The three of them soared into the air and stepped on the white jade steps. Looking back, they saw misty clouds and overlooked the world below, as if they had really reached the fairyland.

The white jade avenue stretched forward like a bridge to heaven. They strolled on it, moving forward step by step. Many spiritual birds and rare animals were flying among the clouds.

There was a row of beauties standing on each side of the road, their dresses fluttering and their jade flutes playing melodiously, as if the sound came from an empty pure land elsewhere, cleansing people's minds.

As soon as he entered the door, he was greeted by the Great Xia Prince Xia Yiming with flying black hair, heroic appearance, and a dazzling divine iron battle suit, with nine dragon auras lingering around his body.

Next to him stood a pure little nun, her big black eyes rolling around. She was curious about everything and looked around, looking very innocent.

In fact, compared to Chi Yan, who is known as the socialite of Shenzhou, Mu Wushuang feels that Xia Yiming, the prince of Daxia, is even more so. He can be seen at all kinds of banquets.

With so much time wasted every day, it’s no wonder that Xia Yiming’s cultivation is far behind that guy Chi Yan, even though they are both heirs to the four great dynasties.

At the same time, the same is true for the major saints and saintesses of the Eastern Wilderness. They always like to get together and hold some meaningless so-called banquets, which Mu Wushuang thinks is simply a waste of time.

You should know that when Ye Fan was in the Taoist Palace, these saints and saint daughters generally reached the Four Extremes Secret Realm. Now that Ye Fan has reached the third level of the Four Extremes, these saints and saint daughters can barely break through to become dragons.

It can only be said that if the human race really relies on such a group of second-generation rich people, when the ancient myriad races emerge in the future, I am afraid that nothing will be left but bones.

"Hahaha, Brother Mu is truly extraordinary. When we parted at the Immortal Mountain that day, I never thought we would meet again. Now he's the God Emperor of the Northern Dipper."

"Brother Xia has reached the highest level of cultivation in the Great Emperor Sutra, which is even more extraordinary."

Mu Wushuang flattered each other politely on the surface.

"I am here to introduce you, Brother Mu. This is my sister, Xia Yilin. She has just returned from practicing Buddhism and I am taking her into the secular world to practice Buddhism."

Xia Yiming introduced his sister, who was also a princess of the Great Xia Dynasty and held a prominent status.

She wrinkled her delicate nose, spread out her little hands and waved at Mu Wushuang, then blinked, looking very curious about Mu Wushuang.

"The Buddhist practice of worldly cultivation has long been famous."

Mu Wushuang nodded, greeted the rest of the people, and then, led by the Saint Maiden of Yao Chi, walked deeper into the banquet hall.

With his current status and realm, he naturally would not stay with these saints and holy maidens, and the Holy Land of Yao Chi would not be so rude.

Mu Wushuang's arrival immediately caused a sensation.

Especially a day ago, when he entered the Divine City, he severely injured the number one person in Beiyuan, the Northern Emperor Wang Teng, with one finger, proving once again that his title as the number one genius in the world was worthy of being known.

"when!"

In the pure land of Yaochi, a bell sounded.

The Queen Mother of the West and the elders of Yao Chi all rushed over upon hearing the news and welcomed Mu Wushuang with great ceremony.

Others greeted him politely, and Mu Wushuang naturally did not put on airs. He talked and laughed like a spring breeze. Coupled with his aura as the world's number one genius and his unparalleled face, people could not help but feel good about him.

Deep in the pure land of Yaochi——

"Brother Tao."

Feng Wan, who was following Mu Wushuang quietly, looked over in surprise when he heard this.

I saw a handsome and extraordinary young man walking towards me.

The man had golden skin and looked very strong, mature, and powerful, with eyes as sharp as torches and bright.

"Fighting the Holy Ape."

Mu Wushuang looked at the young man who was coming towards him. It was obvious that he was in disguise.

The person who came was none other than the Fighting Saint Ape, one of the ancient royal family members that the Holy Body Ye Fan had cut out from the stone archway of the Divine City some time ago. He was also the biological son of the last ancient emperor, the Fighting Saint Emperor.

"I have a question for you, Brother Dao."

The Holy Prince laughed heartily, not caring that his identity was exposed by Mu Wushuang.

"Are you trying to ask about the whereabouts of the Princess of the Divine Silkworm?"

"I hope you can tell me, brother."

The Holy Prince nodded decisively and bowed to Mu Wushuang.

"I don't know where she went, but I guess she went to the Western Desert."

Mu Wushuang said.

Upon hearing this, the Holy Prince nodded. If his aunt was born, she would most likely go to the mountain in the Western Desert to meet her uncle who had converted to Buddhism.

During the time since he was born, he naturally inquired about a lot of information. He knew that his uncle was born thousands of years ago, and then lived in that mountain, becoming the Fighting Saint Buddha, rather than the former Fighting Saint King.

"Brother Daoist, in some time, the myriad ancient races may be reborn. In the ancient times, there were too many ancient races that were unfriendly to the human race. They may attack the human race. As a genius of the human race, you may be the first to bear the brunt. Be careful." The Holy Prince, who was grateful to Mu Wushuang for saving the Princess of the Divine Silkworm, looked a little serious and told Mu Wushuang the news.

Of course, the Holy Prince was also prepared to lend a helping hand if Mu Wushuang encountered danger.

"Which tribe is restless will be exterminated immediately!"

Mu Wushuang was full of murderous intent. He was very disdainful of the actions of the major human forces in the original work.

Holding a conference of all races and talking about coexistence of all races are simply nonsense.

Whichever tribe dances the most happily will be wiped out with absolute strength—

In this way, these ancient tribes that have been dormant for too long will recognize their status.

This world is now the era of the human race.

Are the human race's many supreme imperial weapons and profound resources just for show?
Just pick a few of the ancient tribes that dance the most enthusiastically, and let them experience the profoundness of the culture of dozens of great emperors of the human race!

All I can say is that each and every one of these major human forces is a piece of shit.

The Holy Prince looked at Mu Wushuang in front of him. For some reason, he seemed to see the future filled with blood and fire in the near future, an era stained red by the blood of the ancient clan.

"when!"

Another bell rang, interrupting the Saint Prince's chaotic thoughts and bringing him back to his senses.

"The Yaochi Grand Gathering has officially begun."

Feng Wan stood up and spoke with a hint of expectation.

The Yao Chi Festival, also known as the Peach Festival, is considered the most important festival in the Eastern Wilderness. It is held every five hundred years. Therefore, like Feng Wan and Mu Wushuang, this is their first time attending such a festival.

This is a suspended jade palace, surrounded by lotus ponds and flowers everywhere, with flower mist lingering under your feet, as if you are in the fairyland.

People kept coming on clouds, all of them were important people, just like immortals attending a party.

"Uncle Guhua of Zhongzhou has arrived!"

"The Palace Master of the Arctic Ice Palace has arrived!"

"The Western Desert Monk Du'e has arrived!"

"The War King of Nanling War God Temple has arrived!"

Big men appeared one after another, and various divine chariots rolled through the sky like the mounts of the gods.

In the heavenly palace where only the holy lord can sit, Mu Wushuang sat on the left side of the host, Queen Mother of the West.

Looking at the hall from afar, except for Mu Wushuang and the Holy Prince, everyone else is over a thousand years old. Even the slightly younger Feng Wan is already two hundred years old.

"Brother Ji, I wonder if the prince of your clan has arrived?"

After taking a look at Mu Wushuang who was communicating with the Queen Mother of the West in the distance, the Saint Lord of Zifu looked at the Saint Lord of the Ji Family and asked.

Upon hearing this, the others also looked at the Holy Lord of the Ji Family. A true son of the Emperor was definitely enough to arouse their admiration.

"My ancestor has recently felt that his cultivation has improved, so he has gone into seclusion."

The Holy Leader of the Ji Family shook his head and gave a piece of news that was not sure whether it was true or false.

"Report to the Queen Mother."

Just when the Heavenly Palace was filled with joy, a dozen beauties from the Jade Pool flew in from the Pure Land and arrived at the palace above the clouds.

"what happened?"

Queen Mother of the West asked calmly.

"There is a woman who claims to be from Shencan Ridge, and she said she is here to look for Emperor Mu."

A beautiful lady in white spoke up and announced this earth-shattering news.

"What?" Everyone exclaimed, extremely shocked.

Ever since the day when the Holy Body Ye Fan cut out a divine silkworm, the name Divine Silkworm Ridge has entered the vision of the human race in the Eastern Wilderness.

Especially later, when Mu Wushuang was suspected of cutting out a female ancestor queen from Shencanling, it aroused the concern of the world.

At the same time, the disguised Saint Prince seemed to have thought of something and whispered softly, "Aunt."

"Let her in."

Mu Wushuang looked indifferent and seemed very calm.

Although he didn't know why the Divine Silkworm Princess came back, these things were not worth his worry. His first goal was always to practice and become stronger.

Soon, above the nine heavens, a figure stepped out from outside the Heavenly Palace, the whole body shrouded in a nine-colored fairy light. In the chaotic mist, strands of hair were revealed, and the purple hair was flying, sparkling with crystal light, like a divine jade.

After sensing Mu Wushuang's breath, the Princess of the Divine Silkworm dispersed the divine mist around her body, revealing an absolutely beautiful face, like a teenage girl. A smile appeared on her originally cold face, like the rising sun in winter on a snowy day, extremely moving.

She said in a clear voice, "I haven't seen you for half a month, and you've become more than twice as strong. This is amazing."

Mu Wushuang looked at the standing figure of the Divine Silkworm Princess. As a person who was born close to immortality, he could sense a hint of loss hidden in the other party's heart.

"Mu Wushuang, I want to be your protector, what do you think?"

(End of this chapter)