"It's the Seven Soul Swords of the Sword Ancestor, actually preserved in the golden Buddha's shadow of the Sixth Ancestor. And... that's the broken divine source..." Chi Yao exclaimed.

Bright points of light emerged from the golden vortex, shining like stars.

It is the fragment of the divine source.

There are ten layers of broken sky, turned into ruins, like the ruins of a temple, floating in a Tongtian River composed of regular divine patterns. In the Tongtian River, there are still the marks of gods flickering, and there are divine souls floating like white mist.

Chi Yao and Kong Lanyou were both extremely happy.

"Qingzu thought that by taking action himself, he must have completely destroyed your cultivation. But he didn't expect that he still miscalculated. The Mirror Terrace and the "Sixth Patriarch's Zen Picture" preserved your cultivation. He finally

Still lost to the Sixth Patriarch and the Holy Monk!" Chi Yao was in a good mood, and the gloom in her heart was gone.

Zhang Ruochen actually sensed the aura of his soul, divine source, soul sword... when he entered the inner world of "The Sixth Patriarch's Zen Picture", but he knew that these were of no use at all.

Zhang Ruochen looked at the golden vortex above and said: "The Sixth Patriarch and the Holy Monk cannot be said to have won. They can only say that after death, they still fought to a draw with Qingzu. My divine source has been shattered. Even if it is re-condensed, it will still be a draw."

Unable to continue practicing, I can only maintain the realm of a lower god. But..."

"But I can pass this life's cultivation to you, let you go to the thirty-third heaven, do what you want to do, fight, fight, and bring my will to realize the Sixth Patriarch and Saint

The future that the monk is looking forward to. Yaoyao! This is my plan!"

Zhang Ruochen turned to look at Chi Yao, his expression indifferent but firm.

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Chapter completed!