Junior sister, we really can’t roll anymore.

Old Man Qiankun asked: "Yuan Zhi, do you want to improve your strength in a normal way?"

Yuan Zhi's expression changed slightly. He knew better than anyone how bloody the Darkest One's methods of improving his strength were.

He can only increase his strength by devouring his own kind.

The nature of the Darkest makes them not only kill each other, but also kill others.

Only killing can calm down some of the Darkest and suppress the urge to devour their own kind.

The Darkest are born loners.

They are not accepted by their own kind.

The foreigners hated them deeply and wanted to get rid of them immediately.

So even if there are countless places suitable for the darkest people to survive in the universe, there is no place for the darkest people.

He was already tired of the days of running away and killing.

He has tried many times to change the fate of the Darkest One.

It didn't work out.

At this time, he discovered the existence of Mo, and Mo's specialness rekindled his hope.

With Mo's strength, there must be a way to go to Time River to find the secret about the fate of the Darkest One.

He has also gone back in time and searched for the truth throughout time.

However, his strength was limited and he failed to find the truth. Even if he found the truth, he was unable to change the past.

Therefore, he has been following Mo's traces and wants to use Mo to change the fate of the Darkest Clan.

If Old Man Qiankun has a way to improve his strength, then he doesn't need to go to Mo, he can also use his own method to enter the river of time and change everything.

"Do you have any idea?" Yuan Zhi suppressed his excitement and looked at Old Man Qiankun and said.

"I have no choice, but I know there is a place that can solve your current predicament." Old Man Qiankun said leisurely.

The Darkest Ones have indeed caused countless killings and harmed countless creatures, but they can also be considered victims.

They bear consequences that should not be theirs.

"Where?" Yuan Zhi asked in a deep voice, pretending to be calm.

Old Man Qiankun then turned his head and looked at Yuan Zhi seriously: "Before I tell you the place, you need to promise me something."

Yuan Zhi's eyes showed a dangerous light, "You speak first."

Seeing this, Old Man Qiankun smiled and said: "It will not be difficult for you to restrain the power of the eight great families for one hundred thousand years. During these one hundred thousand years, they will not be allowed to enter other worlds in large numbers, let alone interfere with the development of all walks of life. ?”

Yuan Zhi sneered, "Oh, you really dare to speak. Even the magic arrays outside can't completely trap the Eight Families. Do you expect me to restrain them?"

A smile appeared on Old Man Qiankun's vicissitudes of life.

Yuan Zhi didn't refuse, which meant that he was moved.

Then all that remains is to negotiate the terms.

The old man Qiankun said: "One hundred thousand years later, the body you took away from me has just run out of life. One hundred thousand years later, I will give you a better body, one that can permanently accommodate the soul of the Dark One and can cultivate." Body, how is it?"

The Darkest One is born without flesh and blood.

Most of them use their souls to condense their bodies and use them for their own purposes.

There are also most dark ones who choose to directly seize the body of a strong person.

But the Darkest One's own strength is special, and after successfully seizing the body, it is impossible to stay in the body of the seizing body forever.

There are very few bodies that can permanently contain the Dark One's spirit.

Even if such a body appears, the Darkest One cannot successfully seize it.

Of course, no matter what kind of body it is, it cannot be used for cultivation after the Dark One takes it.

Therefore, the reward offered by Old Man Qiankun made Yuan Zhi very moved.

The body formed by Yuan Zhi's condensed soul was destroyed. Now that the soul is weak, he doesn't want to waste the power of the soul to condense the entity.

"Old man, I can't see or touch what you're talking about, and you may not be able to live a hundred thousand years from now. Who should I go to to fulfill it then?" Yuan Zhi met Old Man Qiankun's gaze and asked coldly.

Old Man Qiankun took out a token. One side of the token was golden, with a divine phoenix spreading its wings on it.

The strange thing is that Divine Phoenix's eyes are closed tightly.

The other side is purple with a lotus carved on it.

There is a hint of cyan under the purple lotus.

Old Man Qiankun threw the token to Yuan Zhi and said, "Take this token and drip blood into it one hundred thousand years later, and you will naturally get the answer."

Yuan Zhi caught the token, "Aren't you afraid that I will bleed in advance?"

Old Man Qiankun shook his head, "If you go ahead of time, you won't get the answer you want, and the token will be destroyed."

Yuan Zhi rubbed the lotus on the token with his fingertips, feeling the aura inside the token, and his heart was turned upside down.

The power on it turned out to be very similar to Feng Qingran's.

Yuan Zhi's black pupils turned to gray as he probed for the secrets on the token. The moment he touched the token, all his power was wiped out.

Even the power of darkness cannot get close to the token.

The fishing line on the fishing rod moved at this time.

When Old Man Qiankun saw it, he still looked leisurely, holding the fishing rod tightly and making no movement.

"Whose hand did this token come from?" Yuan Zhi asked confused.

"You will know in the future, how about it? Do you want to agree?" Old Man Qiankun said.

Yuan Zhi's eyes returned to black, "You are waiting here specifically for me. Are you sure that I will agree to your promise?"

Old Man Qiankun looked at the slightly floating fishing line and said, "Yes, I am here specifically to wait for you, but whether you agree or not is beyond my consideration."

Even if we don’t agree here, we will definitely agree at some point.

Yuan Zhi looked at Old Man Qiankun with vigilant eyes, not as relaxed as before, "Who are you? I want to hear the truth, otherwise I will not agree to cooperate."

Old Man Qiankun's cloudy eyes suddenly became dazed for a moment, and he sighed softly: "No one has asked me this question for a long time, and I almost don't remember my past."

"Yuan Zhi, have you ever heard of Xuanmen?"

Yuan Zhi thought for a while and said: "I heard that the forces that were born after the destruction of the Gods were once treated as guests by all universes. In the end, because they revealed too many secrets, they were hunted down by many universes and disappeared. "

When Yuan Zhi said this, his eyes showed suspicion, "Are you from Xuanmen?"

Seeing Old Man Qiankun nodding, Yuan Zhi was immediately surprised.

The people of Xuanmen have spied on too many opportunities and revealed them. As a result, those who enter Xuanmen are naturally weak and have incomplete cultivation qualifications, and are unable to achieve enlightenment and become saints.

Not only did Old Man Qiankun become a saint, his strength was far superior to that of a saint.

What shocked Yuan Zhi even more was why the existence of a saint ended up in this situation?

The saint is already immortal.

There is no existence in this plane that can harm Old Man Qiankun.

"Old man, since you are a member of the Xuan Sect, why did you become a saint? Why are you, a saint, so miserable?" Yuan Zhi still asked the doubts in his heart.

I am afraid that only Old Man Qiankun can answer these answers for him.

When Old Man Qiankun heard Yuan Zhi's question, his expression became complicated, and his eyes showed guilt.