The place where the Shangqi Emperor's clan is located is a blessed land surrounded by fairy mist, with countless mountains and rivers, and the occasional singing of spiritual birds and sparkling rays of light.

In the center of the mountains, a huge palace stands suspended in the air, as if rooted in the void, extremely stable and unshakable.

In a corner nearby, Chen Qingyuan hid, concealing his presence.

If they go a little further, they will most likely touch the restrictions of the Shangqi Emperor Clan, thus exposing their whereabouts.

"Give it a try."

Chen Qingyuan made a magic seal, and a strange rune appeared on the palm of his right hand, flickering with light, and a strand of silk that was invisible to the naked eye was flowing.

Use this technique to connect with the imperial sword.

After a long time, there was finally a response.

The runes on the palm of his hand began to vibrate violently, which meant that the Zijun Sword heard Chen Qingyuan's call and was particularly excited.

Baojian had been waiting for this day for a long time.

"Rumble--"

In the heart of the imperial family, the palace where the ancestral sword was enshrined suddenly began to shake, and the vibrations became stronger and stronger.

Many senior members of the clan noticed something was wrong, dropped everything they were doing, and rushed over quickly, their faces filled with sorrow and anxiety.

As the prosperous era arrives, the ancestral sword is the greatest reliance of the Shangqi imperial family, and no mistakes can be allowed.

The clan leader, several old ancestors who had one foot in the coffin, clan guardian elders and others all showed up to inquire about the reason.

"what happened?"

"Why is the ancestral vessel uneasy? Is something big about to happen?"

"The people guarding the temple did not leave for a moment and did not notice anything wrong."

Everyone checked many times but still couldn't find what the problem was. They were very confused and worried.

Such a special way of communication is difficult for the Immortal Ancient Clan to capture any traces.

The Zijun Sword broke free from its heavy restraints, wanting to destroy the palace and rush outside to reunite with Chen Qingyuan.

"Boom!"

There was a loud noise, the palace shook, and the ground cracked.

"Seal this world."

Although we don't know why Zujian rioted, the most important thing at the moment is to stabilize the situation and then investigate it slowly later.

Following the clan leader's order, dozens of high-level officials present immediately mobilized all their spiritual power, performed the art of reaching the sky, and set up a huge golden barrier that just covered the entire temple, making it thick and solid.

The Zijun Sword was quiet for a while and was no longer so agitated.

Just when everyone thought the situation was under control and they could breathe a sigh of relief, there was a loud "boom", the palace exploded into pieces, the Zijun Sword soared into the sky, and hit the barrier hard.

"Zheng!"

The tip of the sword touched the top of the golden barrier. The laws within it were surging, the void was shattered, and the sound of the collision was particularly harsh.

"Hold on quickly, don't let the Ancestral Sword riot!"

An old ancestor was very anxious and shouted loudly.

Everyone was stationed at various locations within the golden barrier, constantly infusing it with strength, their expressions extremely solemn.

"Zheng——"

The Zijun Sword gathered its strength for a while, then burst out with surging power once again, causing the barrier to tremble violently.

Because the laws here were too chaotic, it directly affected every aspect of the Shangqi Emperor's clan. Many clansmen were frightened and collapsed to the ground, their faces pale and filled with fear.

"Why on earth is that?!"

The clan leaders were setting up suppression formations while yelling in their hearts, completely confused.

The Zijun Sword yearns for the outside world, and wants to accompany Chen Qingyuan in his conquest of the world and reach the pinnacle of the world again.

After guarding the Shangqi Emperor Clan for so many years, it’s time to pursue your own dreams.

"Qiang!"

With a sound of sword sound, Zijun Sword didn't want to remain in a stalemate, and it actually mobilized a trace of the original power of the clan on its own, and infinite imperial pattern laws gushed out.

"Go back!"

Faced with the imperial army exerting its full might, no one dared to confront them head-on. Extreme fear appeared on their faces, and they retreated into the distance.

"boom"

The golden barrier could not withstand the power of the sword and shattered in an instant.

The Zijun Sword only destroyed this area of ​​space and did not cause much impact on other places.

Freed from its restraints, the Zijun Sword hovered in the sky for a while, then broke through the numerous restrictions in various parts of the clan and disappeared into the sea of ​​clouds.

Seeing this situation, the clan leader and others were completely stunned, with stunned expressions and at a loss.

"The whereabouts of the Ancestral Sword cannot be discovered."

An old ancestor tried every possible means and felt very upset, not knowing what to do next.

In order to avoid being chased, Zijun Sword severed the connection with the Shangqi Emperor's clan, like a fish entering the sea, free from restraints.

"call out!"

When the Zijun Sword appeared again, it was already floating in front of Chen Qingyuan.

In a hidden space, Chen Qingyuan looked at the sword with a look of joy on his face.

"Om-"

The Zijun Sword trembled slightly, blaming Chen Qingyuan for not arriving on time.

"I didn't mean it. It happened for a reason. Don't be angry."

Chen Qingyuan sincerely apologized.

"Zheng"

There was another burst of sword sound, and the Zijun Sword accepted the apology.

The next moment, the Zijun Sword flew into Chen Qingyuan's hands.

Gently stroking the sword, Chen Qingyuan felt its yearning for a prosperous world and murmured, "You and I will be together and reach the top."

The Zijun Sword shook, expressing its response and great anticipation.

"Set off."

After exchanging a few words with the Zijun Sword, Chen Qingyuan took it into his body and turned to run towards the Northern Wilderness.

Go through the Northern Wilderness and then head to the Luoshen Ruins to reach the Road to Enlightenment.

On the other hand, the Shangqi Emperor Clan directly dispatched more than half of their strong men to search for the whereabouts of the ancestral sword everywhere.

Such a huge movement cannot be concealed.

The major ancient clans soon learned of the situation and were greatly shocked.

"The Emperor Sword left on its own. Why?"

"Weird!"

"I have a very strong feeling that this matter may have something to do with Your Excellency. More than half of the major events in the world have left traces of Your Excellency."

"That makes sense. I think you're quite right."

The leaders of each clan discussed secretly and paid close attention to this matter. After all, the ancestral artifact of the Shangqi Emperor clan suddenly left uncontrollably, and they wondered if a similar situation would happen to their clan.

For this reason, the powerful people of each race are always observing their own ancestral artifacts and are worried.

Chen Qingyuan, the instigator, has already left the Imperial State and is about to enter the Ruins of Fallen Gods.

Getting closer and closer to the realm of enlightenment.

Suddenly, the void in front of him twisted and deformed, and a human figure gradually condensed.

Chen Qingyuan stopped and narrowed his eyes slightly to see who was blocking his way.

An old woman in a short light-colored cotton shirt, leaning on a cane, with a hunched body, bowed respectfully: "I greet your Excellency."

"You're welcome." Chen Qingyuan looked the old woman up and down. She looked very unfamiliar. It was their first time meeting. "What's your name?"

"Feng E." The old woman had kind eyes and benevolent features. Although she was old, judging from her bone structure, she must have been extremely beautiful when she was young.

"What's the matter, Fellow Daoist Feng?"

Chen Qingyuan asked straight to the point.