After having a baby with my wife in my dream, they all came true.

In another space, Yun Zhiyi also had mixed feelings in his heart.

“So there is another life.”

"It turns out that before he met me, Ah Chuan already had someone he loved, and I was the latecomer?"

Yun Zhiyi didn't want to fight, but the feelings in her memory didn't allow her to give up.

"If I was the only one left, Ah Chuan would do the same. This is Ah Chuan's deep sense of responsibility. It's not his fault."

"But why?"

"Why should Ah Chuan meet different people in reincarnation? It would be great if it was me from beginning to end."

What happened was inevitable.

Discuss the deeds but not the heart.

At least in that life in Qingyu Fudi, Achuan loved her deeply and unwaveringly, and that never changed.

Yun Zhiyi was in a trance, thinking of the last battle in the Qingyu Blessed Land.

If I had helped Achuan at that time, what would have been the result?

Yun Zhiyi's inner thoughts quickly became firm.

"If it was Achuan who survived the battle, he would definitely come to find my reincarnation and protect me like I protect him, right?"

"That's not right either."

"I won't be like Achuan. I only need Achuan!"

"I will think of him the first time I see him, even when I smell him, so that I won't be as stupid as him and not remember me."

……

In the wilderness, Lin Chuan and Yu Xiaorao had already left in the night.

Before leaving, he did not forget to create traces of fighting and chasing nearby.

Not long after, Yu Huilan, who was in a coma, opened her eyes dazedly, then she started and sat up suddenly.

"Oops!"

Looking around, there was no trace of Yu Xiaorao and Lin Chuan.

"Could Fellow Daoist Lin be abducted by the spirit race?"

Yu Huilan quickly rejected this idea, "If Fellow Daoist Lin was abducted, I would not have survived. Judging from the traces, it should be Fellow Daoist Lin who chased after him."

"Yu Xiaorao must have put a lot of effort into using that move."

"Fellow Daoist Lin is a sword cultivator. Even if he fights against a higher-level warrior, he should have a chance of winning against an elf race that is not very strong in frontal combat."

Yu Huilan prayed in her heart, then took out the "Cloud Piercing Arrow" from her waist and lit it.

boom!

With an arrow that pierces the clouds, the demon envoys come to meet him.

After leaving a signal, Yu Huilan followed the trail and chased after him.

This was originally the mission of the Demon Slayer Bureau. As a demon slayer, it was impossible for her to just give up and let a young genius take the risk for her.

……

At the same time, Lin Chuan and Yu Xiaorao had already arrived at the Spirit Clan’s residence in the Great Yan Dynasty.

The base is located deep in the mountains, protected by a natural formation. The strong men of the elves have also set up additional formations, making it difficult to be discovered.

Even ordinary elves cannot enter and leave freely.

As soon as they arrived at the battle formation, they were blocked by a tiger-shaped half-demon with the word "king" on its forehead.

"Yu Xiaorao, why did you bring a human back?"

"Tiger head, you must not be rude."

Yu Xiaorao put her hands on her hips and shouted, "This is a good friend of my spirit race ancestor, a respected senior, please get out of my way."

In order to avoid trouble, Lin Chuan manifested a wisp of Tushan Jiaojiao's soul power.

The magic circle set up here flickered in response.

The tiger-shaped half-demon was shocked and immediately prostrated himself, "Little Tiger greets the senior."

"No need to be polite."

Lin Chuan waved his hand.

Yu Xiaorao snorted lightly, and proudly led Lin Chuan forward, and finally came to a palace.

There are three big characters engraved on the plaque in front of the hall - Lingying Hall.

Some memories emerged in Lin Chuan's mind.

The spirit race in the Tianyuan Continent was blessed by the destiny of heaven and earth, and after developing to a certain size, they established the organization "Spirit Temple".

The power of every master of the Spirit Temple is equal to that of the chief of the spirit tribe.

The first master of the Spirit God Temple was his son Tushan Yueming.

Thinking of this, Lin Chuan's mouth twitched.

If Tushan Yueming was still alive, wouldn't he have an extra three thousand year old son? Isn't that too outrageous?

Judging from the development trend of the elves, this is not impossible.

For a large ethnic group, an ancestor who is three thousand years old is considered young.

"No, why should I be nervous?" Lin Chuan consoled himself, "How can a father be nervous when seeing his son? It should be the boy who is nervous."

"Commander-in-chief, are you there?"

Yu Xiaorao's voice brought Lin Chuan back to his senses.

There was no response from Lingying Hall.

"It seems the commander-in-chief is not here."

Yu Xiaorao smiled and said, "Senior, please go in and sit for a while. I'm sure the commander-in-chief will sense it after you enter the hall."

"it is good."

Lin Chuan walked slowly into the Lingying Palace.

The so-called Lingying Palace should be the subordinate force of Lingshen Palace.

Entering, the scene inside the hall comes into view.

At the front of the hall are two lifelike statues of human height, which are enshrined in front of many portraits.

"Isn't this just... Jiaojiao and I?"

At just one glance, Lin Chuan recognized that the statue enshrined in front of the Spirit Clan Hall was of him and Tushan Jiaojiao.

He remembered that during his reincarnation in dreams, the elves had created similar statues for him and Jiaojiao, but these were even more majestic and spectacular.

"It's really amazing that a person is made into a statue and regarded as an ancestor before he dies."

Lin Chuan didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He turned his gaze to the portraits hanging on both sides of the wall. They were still the familiar figures in the reincarnation.

The first portrait on the left is Ye Xue.

The Ye Xue in the portrait was much colder than the Ye Xue in his impression, and her overall demeanor had taken on the demeanor of a dragon girl.

Especially the pair of dragon horns on the head, which is quite stylish.

The first portrait on the right is Tushan Yueming.

In comparison, Tushan Yueming's portrait appears more friendly, with a faint smile on her lips.

"It seems like they have all grown up."

Lin Chuan couldn't help but sigh. Looking at the people and things that were in his dream in another way and from another perspective, the feeling was completely different from the dream.

The world has changed so much.

Lin Chuan didn’t recognize the portraits below that.

I think they are all the successive patriarchs of the spirit race and the masters of the spirit temple.

At this moment, the door of Lingying Palace opened again.

Lin Chuan turned his head and saw a man with black wings entering the hall. Their eyes met.

"you you……"

The black-winged man was startled and his eyes widened, "Ancestor... Ancestor? You are the Ancestor?!"

Ordinary spirits don't know 'Ancestor Wuyou', so how could the commander-in-chief of Lingying Palace not know him?

"To be precise, it is Tushan Wuyou's reincarnation."

Lin Chuan calmly gave himself a new identity.

"Ancestor...reincarnation?" The black-winged man bowed his head and saluted. "I am Ya Wujie, a descendant of the spirit race. Nice to meet you, Ancestor."

"The development of the Spirit Race has been the same with or without me." Lin Chuan waved his hand, "I came here for only one thing, to see my old friends again and put the past behind us."

The real situation has not been clarified yet, so Lin Chuan dare not make any big statements.

In the past, the elves could become kings when they reached the seventh realm.

Among the spirit race today, saints are everywhere, and there are probably quite a few supreme ones, if not as numerous as dogs. Not everyone will submit to his so-called reincarnation.

Fortunately, Ya Wujie was respectful and it was not difficult to talk to him.

"If the ancestor has any instructions, just say it directly. Without you, there would be no spirit race. You will always be the ancestor of the spirit race."