1090 When Brave Warriors Become Evil Dragons (1/2)

Qin Mu held the lantern and followed the current up the celestial river. He created a dragon through visualization, which carried him as it galloped on the water surface, his clothes fluttering in the wind.

He was wearing the robes of Wei Suifeng. Wei Suifeng was the Emperor of Endless Clouds, after all, so the robe was a treasure. As it fluttered in the wind, it made him feel weightless and carefree.

There were many thoughts in Qin Mu's head.

It was now 400,000 years into the Dragon Han Era, and there was still another 100,000 years to go before the end of the era. By then, Celestial Venerable Yun would die, and Celestial Venerable Yue would end up living quietly in seclusion, leaving only Celestial Venerable Ling to support everything.

The ten Celestial Venerables would rise, and the brutal history would continue into the Crimson Light Era and High Emperor Era until Celestial Venerable Ling was killed in the celestial river.

He had too many things he wanted to change.

However, after this transmigration, he was only left with two more chances.

In this era, there were still plenty of regrettable things happening and many more secrets for him to discover.

However, he couldn't possibly use his two remaining chances entirely on the Dragon Han Era!

As Wei Suifeng said, he could leave behind two opportunities to do something more meaningful!

This would be the last time he returned to the Dragon Han Era.

He really wanted to meet Celestial Venerable Yun before he returned to the ghost ship. To have a long chat with him, to acknowledge him as a Dao friend, and to talk about each other's aspirations.

He wanted to talk merrily with him over wine and drink to their hearts' content.

He also wanted to listen to Celestial Venerable Yun's views of the future and his opinions of the past.

It was rare to have a bosom friend in life, except that his bosom friend lived in the past, while he lived in the future.

'In the future, Celestial Venerable Hao, Lang Xuan, Xu, the Grand Emperor, Ancestral God King, Celestial Venerable Huo, Yuanmu, Celestial Empress, and even the reincarnated ancient Celestial Emperor will gradually gain power and colluded to plot against Celestial Venerable Yun. He'll die in the Heaven Han Celestial Heavens.'

He quietly thought in his heart, 'His bloodline will be cursed by the Grand Emperor and won't live until they become gods. His soul will be sealed by the Grand Emperor as well, forever trapped in the Ultimate Void of the Great Overarching Consciousness Heaven.'

'His corpse will be sent to the Great Void by the Grand Emperor, being sealed within his corporeal body as his spoils of war.'

'Dao Friend, the pain and suffering waiting for you are simply too much.'

'And what awaits the human race will be the same as well!'

'You have carried the burden for the distant ancient era. And in the future, I'll take that over from you.'

Qin Mu cast away the thoughts in his head. The celestial heavens were still far away and would require another 10 days of walking.

Qin Mu let go of the lantern in his hand. Under the control of his vital qi, it floated beside him as he continued with his journey.

He took out the egg of Tai Shi. It was emitting a deep humming Dao voice, making it seem as if an ancient god was whispering. Qin Mu listened to the sound, trying to determine its marvels.

The yin and yang hadn't been split yet for the Dao of Tai Shi, and neither did it have any substance. In order to save Celestial Venerable Ling, he needed to figure out the Dao of Tai Shi.

The egg of Tai Shi continued to emit that sound, and it was as though an unborn ancient god was talking to him. However, Qin Mu was unable to understand those obscure words.

'Solving the Dao of Tai Shi is no more difficult than creating the unchanging divine art from scratch! If Celestial Venerable Ling can create such an earthshaking divine art, I can also solve the mysteries and marvels of the Dao of Tai Shi!'

He stood on the head of the dragon he had visualized and closed his eyes. He then entered his dream.

In his dream, millions of dainty Qin Mus surrounded the egg of Tai Shi, listening to the Dao voice coming from it, trying to record down the mysteries and marvels of the Dao voice in the way of the runes of Great Dao.

”Ma ha…” A dainty Qin Mu supported his chin as he licked his brush. His face was covered with patches of ink.