The Boundless Old Man

Chapter 1753 The Endless Old Man

In the sixteenth century of the Long River of Chaos, in Yujing City, two flames suddenly burned along the strings of a musical instrument. The Fourth Young Master Zixiao's face changed slightly, and he shook his hands hurriedly. The flames had already burned onto his fingers!

The Fourth Young Master blew out a breath, trying to blow out the flames on his fingers, but the fire suddenly became extremely fierce. When he blew it out of his mouth, it actually burned his skin and flesh. In an instant, the flesh and blood on two fingers were burned away, revealing the bones.

Pah pah.

The bones were burned to ashes, and the flames followed his two fingers and ignited the other fingers!

The Fourth Young Master raised his hand and cut off his right hand. With a wave of his sleeve, the severed hand flew into the River of Chaos. His right hand was seen burning fiercely in the River of Chaos and soon burned to ashes, no longer existing.

The fourth son Zixiao's face darkened, and he waved his sleeves and said, "The old thing under the World Tree actually escaped!"

In the Great Black Mountain, Qin Mu's heart was slightly moved: "It seems that this person is an old friend of mine in the past universe. Of course, I haven't returned to the past universe yet, he is an old friend of mine in the future..."

For him, meeting the being under the World Tree who could compete with the Four Young Masters was something that would happen in the future, but for that person, it was something that had already happened.

"However, I wasn't that bad in the past universe. At least I had friends."

Qin Mu smiled and walked towards the World Tree. He saw many black mountains along the way, like insect pupae that had been broken open, and the prehistoric warriors parasitic in the black mountains were breaking out of the pupae.

The power of the Great Black Mountain is much greater than that of the Five Elders entrenched in the Heavenly Palace. Those prehistoric warriors who came out of the Black Mountain are still very weak. Each one of them is drawing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. In the blink of an eye, the stars in the sky are shaking and the starlight has become much dimmer.

When Qin Mu walked over, he saw that two or three stars had gone out and turned into dead stars because they were seized by these prehistoric warriors.

"Maybe they are not friends..."

His face gradually darkened. He felt deep hostility along the way.

Most of the prehistoric warriors entrenched in the Great Black Mountain showed strong hostility towards him!

"If I were good friends with the being under the World Tree, how could these stowaways show such strong hostility towards me?"

Qin Mu's face was as gloomy as water, and sweat was dripping down the back of his neck. He thought to himself, "This time, maybe I'm not visiting an old friend. Maybe I'm seeking my own death..."

The original Great Black Mountain had long since become lush and green with the revival of the World Tree, and had become an enviable holy land. But now these prehistoric powerhouses have sneaked in, devouring the spiritual energy of heaven and earth to replenish the consumption during the catastrophe, causing this place to become extremely desolate again.

Qin Mu frowned slightly.

On the contrary, the World Tree in front is becoming more lush and strong, showing its tall and majestic posture supporting the heavens and all the worlds.

"The tree in the ancestral temple withers and blooms every year. Chaos cannot burn it all, and it will be reborn after the catastrophe."

Under the World Tree, the old voice sang a song, and the song suddenly became full of resentment and murderous: "It is too easy to cut down my tree, and the sky will burn my roots! Fortunately, spring has come and returned my splendid city to me!"

Qin Mu ignored the hostility of others and walked forward towards the singing. He saw a pond under the tree in front of him. The pond was not big. A white-haired old man was bathing in the pond. He was holding a white towel with both hands and pulling it back and forth behind his back.

Qin Mu was stunned.

The water in this pool was full of spiritual energy. It was the Dao dew and Hongmeng Yuanye dripping from Taiyi's Dao Tree. The old man mixed them together and turned them into his bathtub.

Taiyi's Tao tree should also appear at night, dripping Tao dew to repair the Black Mountain.

After Xushenghua left here, the remaining Dao Dew should not be enough to make such a large bathtub, but the quantity is also not small. Such a treasure is actually used by this old man to take a bath!

Not only did he soak in the Dao Dew and Hongmeng Yuan Liquid, he even scrubbed himself in them. What a waste of resources!

The white-haired old man was in high spirits in the pool. He saw him coming and said with a smile, "Seventh Master of Miro Palace, come down and take a bath together!"

Qin Mu shook his head and said, "I am a body of primordial origin, and my body is spotless. I no longer need to rely on such treasures."

"Is the Hongmeng body very powerful? Not necessarily!"

The white-haired old man laughed loudly and stood up from the pond. Qin Mu turned his eyes away to look at the World Tree. The old man walked to the edge of the pond, picked up his clothes, dressed neatly, and said, "The fourth brother of the Miro Palace was chased away by me. Even Zixiao would suffer from my magical power. The seventh brother of the Miro Palace, you owe me a favor."

Qin Mu retracted his gaze, resting it on his face, and said with a smile: "Brother Dao cut the strings of the Fourth Young Master's zither only to save the three elders of Feng Shu. This favor is not for me, but for the three elders of Feng Shu."

The white-haired old man shook his head and said with disdain, "Who are the five elders of Fengshu? Do they deserve my mercy? These five old guys can't do anything else. They just dig holes under trees every day, fearing that they won't have the chance to live to the next era. They are really annoying. In this era, they still plan to stay here. I am really annoyed with them, so I drove them out."

Qin Mu greeted him and asked, "May I ask what your name is? What is your origin?"

The white-haired old man smiled and said, "Mi Luo Palace Old Seven, you don't know my origins yet? When you came to see me that year, you saw my origins at a glance, and you were very respectful, saying that you owed me a great favor, and even wrote me an IOU."

Qin Mu opened his eye between his eyebrows and looked, but he could not see the old man's background. He could only see a divine light covering his true body, and his eye between his eyebrows could not see through the divine light.

"Back then, the master of Miro Palace worshipped me. Later, Taiyi chopped me down. Fortunately, in order to prevent those little guys from sneaking through the tree roots, he had to fetch Tao dew every day to water my roots and keep me alive. I took advantage of the unsealing of Miro Palace to resurrect from death. I finally took root and sprouted, but you borrowed Taiyi's axe to chop me down again."

The white-haired old man glanced at Qin Mu and said, "After you cut my roots, you planted them in your own divine treasure. I never thought that you could actually keep them alive. This is really bizarre!"

Qin Mu stared at him with eyes wide open, stuttering and unable to speak.

"It was only then that I suddenly understood why you said you owed me a great favor and even gave me an IOU."

The white-haired old man shook his head and sighed, "I originally thought that I had taken advantage of the slippery and ruthless Seventh Young Master, but I didn't expect that it was not an advantage, but a huge trap!"

Qin Mu's mind buzzed. He looked at him, then looked at the World Tree beside him, then turned his head and looked at him again, and repeated this several times.

"It's fine if you chop it off. I'll just give birth to another one. Who told me to accept your IOU?"

The white-haired old man frowned, then cheered up and said with a smile: "Taiyi also wanted to chop me, but fortunately you spoke up and he didn't do it. I finally have a chance to catch my breath. The earthquakes here every day are not caused by the vibrations from the Miro Palace, but my roots are stealing the energy of the destruction catastrophe to make myself grow."

Qin Mu suddenly remembered that when the World Tree seedlings grew, earthquakes often occurred in the Black Mountain. After each earthquake, the World Tree seedlings suddenly grew a lot faster, and their growth rate was astonishing!

At that time, he guessed that the rapid growth of the World Tree was caused by the Miro Palace, who deliberately allowed the World Tree to grow to make it easier for those prehistoric warriors in the roots to sneak in.

Unexpectedly, the earthquakes were not caused by the Miro Palace, but by the roots of the World Tree, which were stealing the chaotic energy to make themselves grow rapidly!

"I was always worried that Taiyi would go crazy and chop me again, but luckily he left."

The white-haired old man smiled and said, "Taiyi left you to repair Black Mountain, but you left, leaving Xushenghua behind. He didn't even smile every day, which was really boring. Later, Xushenghua also left, so I came out to walk around, and those little guys hidden in my roots were also shaken out by me. Now, you know my origins, right?"

Qin Mu finally calmed down and bowed to ask again: "Excuse me, what is your name, brother?"

The white-haired old man said leisurely: "My name was given by others. I was originally just a tree. How could I have a name? However, the owner of Miro Palace calls me the old man Wuya."

Qin Mu nodded silently, and suddenly said: "Life is boundless, and the Dao is boundless. Fellow Daoist is indeed worthy of the title of Boundless Old Man. But I see that Brother Dao is not such a lazy person. Brother Dao has released so many prehistoric strongmen, which will only endanger the Seventeenth Epoch and make the Seventeenth Epoch disappear quickly. Since Brother Dao has been resurrected, why not make the Seventeenth Epoch last longer?"

Old Man Wu Ya glanced at him and said, "Whether the Seventeenth Century lasts long or not is none of my business."

Qin Mu was slightly startled, and said: "If the Seventeenth Epoch lasts longer, the Great Disaster will come later. Maybe the creatures of the Seventeenth Epoch can even resolve the Great Disaster..."

"What does it have to do with me?"

Old Man Wu Ya laughed and said, "I draw energy from chaos. Every time a catastrophe is destroyed, it is a time for me to grow. Not only do I not want the Seventeenth Epoch to last too long, I even hope it will end sooner. Old Seven of Miro Palace, you have found the wrong person."

Qin Mu's eyes twitched, and he suddenly smiled and said, "People with different ideologies cannot work together. It seems I came to the wrong place. Goodbye."

"Don't leave in such a hurry."

Old Man Wuya waved his sleeves, causing the branches and leaves of the World Tree to flutter. He smiled and said, "It's rare for us to meet again, so how can we leave without reminiscing about the past?"

Qin Mu laughed and said, "For you, it's a reminiscence, but for me it's not. I have something important to attend to, so I won't bother you any more. Goodbye."

He turned and was about to leave. Suddenly, he heard the voice of Old Man Wuya behind him, saying leisurely, "Miro Palace Old Seven, who sent you back to the past so that we could meet? I asked you this question before, but you didn't answer. Now I understand."

In front of Qin Mu, the sky suddenly darkened, and outside the range covered by the World Tree was a chaotic apocalyptic scene.

Qin Mu stopped.

The laughter of old man Wu Ya came from behind: "So it was me. I sent you back to the past. No wonder you didn't tell me."

Qin Mu smiled and lowered his head to look at his palm. The Dao of Taiyi flowed in his palm and faintly transformed into a Taiyi divine axe. He smiled and said, "Brother Dao, why does Taiyi want to chop you?"

"This matter is neither big nor small."

Old Man Wu Ya stroked his white beard and said with a smile, "I asked the master of Miro Palace to kill him, so he naturally wants to take revenge. Why, you want to kill me too?"