I was Invincible for a Billion Years

The evening glow dissipated.

The residence of the Zhao family was unprecedentedly quiet.

In the hall that can hold thousands of people, no one speaks,

Looking at Chu Lingxiao who was sitting there quietly drinking tea, everyone felt numb for a while, like a carved statue, and the expression on their faces stayed at a certain point in time, making people look lost.

This……

Is this a dream?

Even Zhao Yongchang felt extremely unreal, as if he hadn't woken up yet. He looked at his hands and was speechless for a long time.

Am I already the strongest in the Nine Qi Realm?

Why is it so simple?

No!

should say.

Why does Mr. let himself rise to two realms in a row, reaching a realm that can only be expected in this life?

This back and forth.

The Zhao family hall with nearly a thousand people was deadly silent!

Let the old patriarch be promoted to two realms at will.

At this moment, almost everyone shook their heads in their hearts:

No, it's not for the old patriarch to be promoted to two realms, it should be said to be a gift! Give the old patriarch two realms!

It's incredible!

How could such a thing exist in this world!

The realm of martial arts.

Especially at the level of a martial arts grand master, every time he rises to a level, it is as difficult as reaching the sky.

Talent aside.

Only chance and epiphany can help improve.

How could there be a situation like this? !

It is impossible for the Supreme God to do it!

All the members of the Zhao clan could no longer think of words to describe their feelings at this time. They could only tell themselves over and over in their hearts that this was not a dream, this was not a dream.

otherwise.

They're all going to faint.

...

Okay, now in Jinling City, among the royal families of the four imperial capitals, no one is your opponent anymore.

Chu Lingxiao said lightly, his tone was still so indifferent, as if giving someone the two realms casually, to him, it was so natural, like a trivial matter like a sesame seed.

Thank you sir, sir, you are like a banished fairy!

Zhao Yongchang's admiration, the hurdle that he has not moved for more than a hundred years, is so easy to cross, it is really unheard of.

He respectfully said:

Sir, you are indeed the one who can make masters like Chen Daoji and other masters of the eight qi realms kneel and kowtow.

It's unimaginable!

boom!

in an instant.

Hearing this, all the members of the Zhao clan in the entire hall felt a chill go down their backs, and their hearts twitched in fright.

Hear the name.

Everyone was stunned and shocked.

Did you hear me right? !

Make Grandmaster Chen Daoji kneel and kowtow?

Isn't that... some time ago, it was rumored that the royal family taboo in the whole of China, Chu Lingxiao!

He turned out to be Chu Lingxiao!

Maybe because he realized that he said something that shouldn't be said, Zhao Yongchang reprimanded in a low voice

Listen up, everyone. Anyone who dares to disclose the identity of Mr. Zhao will be expelled from the Zhao family!

After finishing speaking, Zhao Yongchang seemed to have something to say:

And you, sir...

...

Ask if you have any questions, don't hesitate. Picking up the teacup, Chu Lingxiao seemed to know what Zhao Yongchang was thinking, with a calm tone.

I knew I couldn't hide it from Mr.

Zhao Yongchang blushed:

Please wait a moment, sir, I will be back soon.

finished.

People, left the lobby.

Not a minute has passed.

Under the suspicious eyes of all Zhao clan members, Zhao Yongchang returned to the lobby with a painting scroll in his hand, and carefully handed it to the table next to Chu Lingxiao.

Chu Lingxiao glanced at it,

His eyes suddenly changed.

The scroll was housed in a glass case, and although the scroll looked old, it was still as new as ever.

This ancient painting was passed down by my royal family of the Zhao family from thousands of years ago... Zhao Yongchang hesitated, not knowing whether to say it or not, after all, he felt that this matter was too ridiculous.

If you have something in your heart, just say it. Picking up the teacup, Chu Lingxiao's tone was indifferent.

yes.

Zhao Yongchang nodded, his tone became more respectful:

After Mr. left, I forgot to ask Mr. one thing.

It's this ancient painting. Among the people in the painting, one of them is very similar to what Mister is wearing today.

This ancient painting.

When it was first passed on to him, Zhao Yongchang didn't think much about it, he just took it as a coincidence and didn't think about it any more.

After all, there are too many people in the world who dress similarly.

But since Chu Lingxiao appeared again.

Zhao Yongchang suddenly remembered this matter again.

And he never thought of it.

A hundred years have passed, and the husband is still alive and still so young!

Could it be that Mr. Cheng, is there any connection with the person in the painting thousands of years ago?

Sir, to tell you the truth, the person in this painting, that thin little boy, is the ancestor of my Zhao family.

Zhao Yongchang has kept this doubt in his heart for more than a hundred years, and has been puzzled by it. When he meets Chu Lingxiao again, he naturally wants to know the answer:

Sir, do you know the person in the white robe in this painting?

The scroll slowly opened.

The ancient painting, which had been dusty for an unknown amount of time, appeared again in the eyes of all members of the Zhao clan.

They couldn't help but move closer.

Looking at the painting hanging on the wall, Zhao Ningyu felt a little puzzled. It was the first time she had seen this painting, but why was there only one profile of the person in the white robe in the painting?

I can only vaguely feel that it is a young man.

thousand years ago.

Why did a young man let his ancestor who was enshrined in the throne paint this painting on purpose?

and.

This... there are very few inscriptions on it, one of which seems to be different from the others, and it is not written by the same person.

strangeness.

too weird!

Who dares to inscribe a word on the painting of Feng Huang's ancestor?

Zhao Ningyu was puzzled.

Similarly, all the members of the Zhao clan in this hall also did not understand.

Could it be that this royal taboo can give an answer to this question from thousands of years ago?

Bring a pen, ink, paper and inkstone here. Chu Lingxiao didn't answer directly, but instead answered something irrelevant.

Although Zhao Yongchang was puzzled, he still ordered someone to bring the calligraphy treasured by the Zhao family.

immediately.

Chu Lingxiao picked up the brush, and lightly wrote a word on this ancient painting - Fate!

Complete every word.

The white robe has already left.

Only left beside the ancient painting, Zhao Yongchang, whose eyes were dull, looked at the word of fate, and his whole body couldn't help but began to tremble.

The ancient painting thousands of years ago, this fate is exactly the same as what Mr. wrote! Zhao Yongchang's face was shocked, but he was speechless.

This ancient painting.

It was painted by the ancestor who sealed the emperor, and that line of characters is also the same.

And that fate.

It is very likely that it was left by the young man in white robes in the painting.

But now.

Handwriting written thousands of years ago, how could...

Sir, you won't live for a thousand years!

hiss!

Zhao Yongchang gasped, and was so frightened that he was out of his wits.

In the lobby, all members of the Zhao clan are very close to Petrochemical.

millennium?

Standing on the top of Kunlun Snow Mountain, overlooking the entire ancient capital of Jinling, in the eyes of Chu Lingxiao, it was like a drop in the ocean, so insignificant, he sighed:

My years are more than just a thousand years.