Either someone in this era will come to save him and open up a way for him to go to the past.

Or die here.

"Are those powerful ancestors in the history of the Temple of Destiny so afraid of me condensing a first-class holy will? I may not be able to succeed, I may not be able to practice to the ultimate level, and I may not be able to do anything to the Temple of Destiny. I just want to return to the Temple of Destiny.

It's just to save my father. How about killing them all like this? Can you give me a little hope?" Zhang Ruochen said to himself.

"Boom."

Thirty-six stone tablets, carrying infinite magical power, break through time and space and fly into the long river of time.

Thirty-six stone tablets smashed the will-o'-the-wisp skulls, and then bombarded the Gate of Destiny blocking the front, shattering it into pieces and exploding into tiny specks of light.

The river channel in front was opened, and Xumi Temple continued to sail.

Zhang Ruochen looked towards the direction where the thirty-six stone tablets were flying away, and saw a handsome man with disheveled hair and stubble, walking alone in a yellow desert, striding like stars, holding a stone knife in his hand, and possessing a powerful demonic power.

, masculine and domineering.

Thirty-six pieces of "Stone Carvings of Heavenly Demon" flew back into his body.

"Thank you, Lord Demon." Zhang Ruochen cupped his fists and saluted.

The demon couldn't hear his voice. He seemed to have done something insignificant just now. He was holding a knife, his eyes were sharp, and his murderous intent was as sharp as frost. He wanted to do something big.

As time and space recovered, the desert and the demon disappeared from Zhang Ruochen's eyes.

Zhang Ruochen was filled with tears in his heart. Along the way, he met the Great Master, the Confucian Patriarch, the Heavenly Demon, and some other mythical characters. They all amazed an era and left behind legends. Unfortunately,

All died in the long river of time.

Countless romantic figures have all fallen into the dust.

Only the inheritance remains.

Even after countless Yuanhui, there are still traces of their past left in the world. This is already very remarkable and can be praised by future generations of monks for eternity.

Why can he, Zhang Ruochen, smile at their grace in the long river of time?

It's just an opportunity obtained by the saintly monk's martyrdom.
Chapter completed!