After Ye Fan and Jiang Taixu stayed in Tang Mingyao's manor for a few days, Jiang Taixu left on the pretext of dealing with family affairs. Ye Fan also went out for training a few days after Jiang Taixu left.

Only Tang Mingyao and Little White Fox were left in the manor. Little Nannan was still in seclusion.

On this day, Tang Mingyao felt bored at the manor, so he took the little white fox out.

In the world of Zhetian, Tang Mingyao didn't know anyone at all, and he didn't know where to go.

Suddenly Tang Mingyao thought of the old man he had seen at the Immortal Mountain before, and went to find him.

In the Immortal Mountain.

Tang Mingyao carried the little white fox to the old man's hut.

"Old man! I'm here to see you again." Tang Mingyao shouted loudly in front of the hut.

Inside, the old man was preparing to continue refining the spiritual fruit given by Tang Mingyao, when he suddenly heard Tang Mingyao calling him, so he opened the door and walked out.

"Yeah! It's your boy." The old man walked out of the door and said when he saw Tang Mingyao.

"Of course it's me." Tang Mingyao replied with a smile.

"Tell me! What do you want from me this time?" The old man turned to Tang Mingyao and asked, "You are not just here to entertain my old man out of boredom, are you?"

"Yeah! You really guessed it right," Tang Mingyao said seriously. "I don't go out much and don't know anyone, so I had no choice but to come find you."

"Uh! Okay!" The old man patted his head and said helplessly.

"Wait. I'll be out for a while and I'll be back." After saying that, the old man disappeared.

Tang Mingyao didn't care what the old man was doing, he just took out the couch where he usually lay, put it down and lay down on it.

It didn't take long for the old man to come back, still holding the leaves of the Wudao tea tree in his hand. It turned out that he had gone to pick tea leaves.

The old man made tea and lay down on the couch next to him.

Tang Mingyao took a sip of tea, glanced at the old man and said, "Yeah! Not bad. He has restored his cultivation to the level of the Great Emperor."

"Well! Old man, I was originally at the level of a great emperor. Later, I killed the quasi-emperor. It's not surprising that I can recover now." The old man was not surprised how Tang Mingyao could see his own cultivation. After all, a person can make no noise.

It is not surprising that it is difficult for people who appear in front of him to see his own cultivation level.

"Old man, you are quite candid." Tang Mingyao looked at the old man in surprise and said.

"What's the point? I can't hide it from you anyway." The old man continued: "Boy! Do you think there are really immortals in the world?"

"Yes! In the eyes of ordinary people, aren't we practitioners just immortals?" Tang Mingyao said without looking back.

I didn’t lie to him either. The old man’s cultivation level was at the level of the Great Emperor. In the prehistoric world, he was still at the Taiyi realm, which could be considered as a minor immortal. For Tang Mingyao, as long as he was not at the Daluo realm or above, he could only

He can be regarded as a little fairy.

"You know I'm not talking about this fairy." The old man said, lying comfortably on the couch.

"Wow!" Tang Mingyao was silent for a while before saying, "There are some immortals."

Now it was the old man's turn to fall silent.

"Tell me, what's the point of living for those of us in the restricted area?" the old man said after a moment of silence.

"This depends on what you think, and I can't comment. After all, what is the purpose of cultivation? It's not just to live longer, cultivation is to compete with God for the qualification to live, and to be free and easy." Tang Mingyao's eyes were blurred.

's reply.

The old man replied in agreement: "Yeah! It's true."

"Tell me, is there any other world besides ours?"

"Yes! And there are a lot of them."

When the old man heard Tang Mingyao's answer, there was finally a hint of surprise on his face.

Although the old man didn't know who Tang Mingyao was or what his cultivation level was, he still couldn't tell the slightest bit about Tang Mingyao with his cultivation level at the Great Emperor level.

This shows that Tang Mingyao's cultivation level is much higher than mine. Maybe Tang Mingyao knows a lot of secrets that he doesn't know.

"But your current cultivation level is still far behind. Even if you know, it's useless," Tang Mingyao continued.

The old man was stunned for a moment, then thought of something, and finally smiled helplessly. Maybe to him, his emperor-level cultivation really didn't mean anything.

"Do you think there were many immortals a long time ago? Would the immortals have infinite lifespans at that time?" After a moment of silence, the old man suddenly said to himself.

Tang Mingyao was stunned by the old man's words. Tang Mingyao had never thought about this issue when he came to Zhetian World, but now that the old man mentioned it, Tang Mingyao suddenly thought of it.

A long, long time ago? How long ago was that? Was it the ancient times or the chaotic ancient times? Or the earlier Immortal Ancient and Emperor Luo. What about before Emperor Luo?

The more Tang Mingyao thought about it, the more something was wrong. According to the old man's cultivation level at the level of the Great Emperor, he was already an immortal in the prehistoric times, but why was his lifespan so short?

Moreover, as soon as Tang Mingyao opened the Zhetian World, he tried to contact the Heavenly Dao in this world, but he couldn't contact him. At first, he thought that the Heavenly Dao in this world was hiding, so he left it alone without thinking too much.

But now that the old man mentioned it, Tang Mingyao realized that this world was far from as simple as what he had seen in his previous life.

The Heavenly Dao of this world may not have been hiding, but was killed. If he were hiding, the Emperor's lifespan would not be so short.

A look of excitement finally appeared on Tang Mingyao's face.

But who killed the way of heaven? One person? Or a group of people?

"This world is getting more and more interesting!" Tang Mingyao smiled mysteriously.

"What's getting more and more interesting?" the old man next to him asked with a puzzled look on his face.

Tang Mingyao replied mysteriously: "It's nothing, but I still want to thank you."

"???Thank me?" The old man realized that he and Tang Mingyao were not on the same page at all.

Could it be that the higher the cultivation level, the better the thinking? Alas! My cultivation level is still not high enough, so I can't keep up with his thinking. The old man couldn't help but sigh and thought.

Tang Mingyao thanked the old man because the questions raised by the old man aroused Tang Mingyao's desire to find out.

In the past, Tang Mingyao seemed to be omniscient and omnipotent. After all, at Tang Mingyao's level, even if he didn't deduce things, everything seemed to be understood naturally.

Although his cultivation in the realm of Heavenly Dao was far behind him, the existence of Heavenly Dao also affected rules and regulations.

And this omniscience and omnipotence is still within the rules, so Tang Mingyao did not receive any information at all.

Of course, if Tang Mingyao had to deduce it, he could easily calculate it based on his cultivation in the Chaos Dao Realm.

But Tang Mingyao was finally aroused, and how could he extinguish his desire for discovery?

"I hope it's not what I thought, otherwise it would be interesting." Tang Mingyao thought with his lips curled up.

Just like that, both of them were thinking about their own things and fell into silence for a while.

In the end, it was Tang Mingyao who spoke first: "Old man, maybe your idea can be realized in the future."

The old man asked confusedly: "Thoughts? What do I think?"

"Haha" Tang Mingyao didn't reply to the old man's words, he just shook his head and smiled.

The old man who was puzzled suddenly thought of something, then looked at Tang Mingyao in shock and asked: "You mean life span?"

Tang Mingyao still nodded with a smile and said: "Well. If things are really as I thought, yes!"

"What are you thinking about?" the old man asked in confusion.

Tang Mingyao looked at the old man, then shook his head and said to him: "You better not know about this. I am just guessing. If you know, I will hurt you."

The old man saw that Tang Mingyao didn't say anything and didn't continue to ask.

The old man who has lived for countless thousands of years, of course knows that there are some things that cannot be asked and cannot be known. If Tang Mingyao could tell himself, he would naturally say that if he knew what he could not tell, he would only harm others and himself.

Suddenly, Tang Mingyao seemed to feel something.

He hurriedly said goodbye to the old man: "That's it for today. I have to leave beforehand. I'll come see you for tea when I have time."

After speaking, the old man disappeared without waiting for a reply.

"What could make a person with such a high level of cultivation become so anxious? Is it what he just mentioned?" The old man couldn't help but get excited thinking about it.

It's just that the old man thinks too much.
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