Luoshenyuan!

Ye Chen murmured, remembering a dream that was a long time ago.

It was during the Three Sects Competition that I dreamed of a kind old man and asked him to go to Luoshen Abyss to catch a stick of incense.

Subconsciously, Ye Chen used the Immortal Ring Ange to clear the barrier ban, walked in one step, and stopped in front of the stone tablet.

"The Luoshen Abyss really exists." Ye Chen stared at the stone tablet in a daze and murmured softly again.

"That dream..." Ye Chen was a little dazed, and he could no longer tell whether the dream was real or illusory.

It took him a long time to move and walk into the valley.

Along the way, he looked around.

The valley is very peaceful, with peach blossom trees everywhere, and peach blossoms flying all over the sky.

This is like a mortal village, with rice fields, gurgling streams, gravel country paths, hidden deep in flowers and trees, and there are several rows of bamboo houses. In front of the bamboo house, there are also a few hoes for cultivation lying inclined.

Ye Chen was in a daze again. Isn’t this the world he yearned for? Stay away from the hustle and bustle of the world, stay away from the troubles of the world, cultivate three or five acres of rice fields, work from the sunrise and rest from the sunset, and be with his lover to watch the sunset together.

Quietly, Ye Chen pushed open the bamboo door.

The decorations in the bamboo house are simple, the tables, chairs, tea bowls are so ordinary, without any spiritual breath.

Ye Chen saw a spiritual tablet with a spider web wrapped around it, with dust left by time, full of vicissitudes of life.

Beloved wife Yanfei!

Through the gaps in the spider web, Ye Chen saw four ordinary ancient characters on the Spirit Statue Card.

Yan...Yan Fei!

Ye Chen opened his mouth and was stunned.

Yan Fei, the wife of Emperor Chen, is also one of the ancestors of the three sects. He has never seen Yan Fei, but he has seen his stone statue.

"This is the home of Emperor Chen and Concubine Yan." In an instant, Ye Chen truly understood what this place was.

"The old man in the dream is...[     www.biqugex.co]..." The light of enlightenment flashed in Ye Chen's eyes. The old man in the dream is Emperor Chen.

"The ancestor is still alive, otherwise how could he enter my dream?" Ye Chen's thoughts were a little confused, and he was shocked by his guess. That was Emperor Chen, the emperor of Da Chu!

"No." Soon, Ye Chen shook his head gently and denied his guess.

He clearly remembered that when he advanced to the quasi-celestial realm that day, the Demon King and the Ghost King almost advanced to the celestial realm. If Emperor Chen was still alive, they would not have been able to attract the thunder tribulation of that celestial realm.

He couldn't figure out, since Emperor Chen was dead, where did the dream come from?

Could it be the residual soul imprint?

Ye Chen thought about it and felt that this guess was the most reliable. Because he still favored the world, he inadvertently fell into my dream.

Suddenly, he took out three sandalwood plants with his hand, pinched his fingers and ignited them, stepped forward slightly, and inserted them into the incense burner.

"My younger generation, Ye Chen, here to greet the two ancestors." Ye Chen knelt down, and the Holy Lord of the Heavenly Court bowed three times, respectfully, this is his respect for his ancestors.

At some point, he left and had never cleaned the bamboo house covered with dust and spider webs. This was the home of the two ancestors. They had passed away for a long time. Everything here should be frozen in the years.

Ye Chen sat on the stone steps and quietly looked at this peaceful and peaceful world.

Vaguely, he could see Chen Emperor waving his hoe, and he seemed to see Yan Fei sitting in front of the weaving frame.

At that time, he was not the Emperor Chen who had made great contributions to the world, nor was she the Concubine Yan who was famous in the Eight Desolations. They were just an ordinary couple, living a carefree life and not being bound by the troubles of the world.

Ye Chen was fascinated by the sight, as powerful as Emperor Chen and Concubine Yan, and also yearned for ordinary people and hoped to be an ordinary couple.

However, in the disputes in the world, they shoulder the responsibilities they should have. The so-called ordinary is just a luxury.

Unable to help, Ye Chen felt an inexplicable sadness in his heart.

Xuan Chen is the emperor and has the world in mind. The moment he put on the armor, he was destined to live for the people for the rest of his life. When he took off the armor, Concubine Yan had passed away. He defeated the world but lost his lover.

"What do all the people in the world have to do with you?" Ye Chen spoke, but his voice was hoarse and he was a little sad.

He laughed, laughing a little self-deprecating, and was always talking about Yan Fei, but he was not as good as Emperor Chen. For the sake of pacification of the world and for the tragic world, he pounced on the cold war armor.

The breeze blew, and although it was warm, it made him curl up and fall asleep calmly.

The breeze still blew, messing up his gray hair. In the gaps, the face was vaguely visible, with fatigue, and the stubble on his mouth, all with traces of time.

I don't blame him!

At some point in the quiet Luoshenyuan Valley, such a misty sound rang out.

The woman's voice was graceful and soft, without the filth of the world, and extremely pure.

Suddenly, Ye Chen opened his eyes and saw a woman in plain clothes sitting in front of the weaving frame not far away. Her white hair was draped over her shoulders and she was tugging with silk. She was neither too fast nor too slow, and sometimes she would raise her hand to hold her drooping hair.

Ye Chen was stunned for a moment, and after a second, he hurriedly stood up and bowed, "My younger generation, Ye Chen, have seen senior."

"Life is like this silk, every thread is trace, what weaves is the years and what is left is the vicissitudes." Yan Fei whispered, still facing Ye Chen, leaving an eternal picture.

"It was Xuan Chen's ancestor who asked me to burn incense." Ye Chen glanced at Yan Fei, "He still cares about you."

"I put on armor for him and pushed him to the common people." Ancient things, in Yan Fei's mouth, were so dull, the years and the world changed, and the memories were still slowly reincarnation like the world.

"Senior, do you regret it?" Ye Chen looked at Yan Fei quietly.

"I don't want to live my life, but I want to pass by it, so that's good." Yan Fei chuckled, took off the woven fabric, took out the slender silver needles, and took off a strand of silver threads, one stitch after another, as if she was making clothes.

Seeing this, Ye Chen opened his mouth, but he never said it when he spoke. He just stopped in front of the bamboo house and looked at Yan Fei quietly.

At some point, Yan Fei's eyes became blurred. Although they were in front of him, they seemed like a dream.

When the breeze blew, Ye Chen's body trembled for a moment, slowly opened his eyes, and glanced around in confusion.

The next second, he jumped up suddenly and looked at one side. He saw that the weaving frame was empty and there was spider webs on it. There was no so-called Yan Fei weaving cloth there.

Another dream?

Ye Chen murmured.

However, he suddenly felt the softness in his hand, and subconsciously lowered his head, and realized that it was a piece of clothing, not a bright and beautiful one, but a plain clothing, and every needle and thread seemed so ordinary.

"This..." Ye Chen was stunned, his mind a little dazed. This was woven by Concubine Yan in his dream.

"Holy Lord, Concubine Yan is still alive?" In the Tianxuan Gate Hall, Fu Jing in front of the Huantian Shui curtain looked at Donghuang Taixin on the side in shock.

"I've been dead long ago." Donghuang Taixin smiled whispered.

"That dress..."
Chapter completed!