Overriding the Heaven

January 10.    

Another year passed.    

This was the seventh year since he had left the Abyss Demon Prison.    

In the beginning of the seventh year, when he fought against Zombie Dog Monster, he achieved his first victory.    

It was different from the previous twenty-six times.    

This time, Zombie Dog Monster's first wave of attacks had frozen Chu Yan's body. However, the explosive blood aura from Chu Yan's entire body, in a flash, shattered the ice. With the momentum of rolling thunder, it smashed into the nearest treasure mountain.    

After that, Zombie Dog Monster unleashed his second wave of attacks and activated the Stainless Fish Dragon's body before returning safely to the time and space cage.    

Moreover, this was the first time he had returned to the time and space cage in so many days that he hadn't been injured to the point of spitting out blood.    

Although there was a sweet taste in his throat, compared to the previous situation where he spat out blood every time he returned, and the miserable condition of the sand mixed in with his blood, it was countless times better.    

In reality, although the experience from over twenty exchanges was very long, Chu Yan could feel that the scale of the battle was tilting towards him.    

Being able to withstand Zombie Dog Monster's full attack this time, it meant that if victory was a door, then Zombie Dog Monster's leg had already stepped into that door.    

"Three more times. At most, three more times. I will definitely trample you under my feet." Chu Yan chuckled and began to study the treasures he brought back this time.    

It was also on this day that Zhao Tong passed through a small road paved with bluestone in the misty, misty little town.    

When he left the Dragon-Ridge Mountain, his heart was filled with an urgent wish: I must return to take a look!    

More than ten years ago, in the misty weather, he could not stand the bullying of his fellow sect brothers. In his fury, he broke the necks of his senior brothers who bullied him for years and then escaped from his sect.    

After tossing and turning for several years, he entered the Dragon-Ridge Mountain and never came out again.    

But this time, he didn't know why, but after seeing so many bandits being killed and dying, his violent emotions suddenly calmed down.    

He was so calm that even if he knew that he would be punished when he returned to his sect, he still had to return.    

Even if he died, he had to come back and take a look.    

At the beginning of the year, if it was a cloudy or rainy day, then the air would emit a chill that seeped into one's bones.    

However, for a warrior like Zhao Tong, alternating between cold and summer didn't have any effect.    

At this moment, he was holding the oil-paper umbrella, walking step by step along the stone path in his memory.    

The rain was misty, and it was useless for him to hold an umbrella. Along the way, a layer of mist covered Zhao Tong's clothes and even his face.    

Even the locals would feel uncomfortable in such weather.    

However, at this moment, Zhao Tong's heart was filled with memories that kept gushing out from the bottom of his heart.    

Walking along the stone road to the end, he turned a corner and walked a bit further. When he was near the edge of the town, Zhao Tong saw the familiar stone gate in his memory.    

Although it was a sect, from Zhao Tong's cultivation realm, one could tell that this was only a small sect with the highest cultivation.    

Not to mention in the Precious Appearance Kingdom, even in the Yunao Kingdom, no one would have a name.    

However, to Zhao Tong, this place had an extraordinary memory.    

It was said that Zhao Tong was afraid of getting close to home, but at this moment, his state of mind was completely different from before, so he didn't have such a feeling.    

He took a few more steps forward, raised the oil-paper umbrella to an angle, and then raised his head to look.    

The next moment, Zhao Tong's body shook and his expression changed.    

White lanterns were hung from the stone door, and the nearby pillars were wrapped in white cloth. The guards at the door were also dressed in white cloth.    

"This is …"    

Zhao Tong's breathing stagnated. The next moment, he threw away the oil-paper umbrella in his hand, took a big step and charged straight towards the door in front of him.    

It was a quiet afternoon and there weren't many people on the streets. The place was very quiet, and during the whole day, not a single person could be seen walking by.    

But at this moment, the two guards at the door saw a burly man with a face full of stubble. He had a dazed expression on his face as he rushed over.    

"Stop, who are you, trespassing …"    

"Scram!"    

Before the guard could finish his words, he was pushed away by Zhao Tong.    

Although he was also a martial artist, compared to the two guards, he was at least ten times stronger.    

At this moment, he pushed aside the two guards and rushed through the gate. Following his memory, he ran all the way into the depths.    

Along the way, many people looked at him in astonishment. They didn't know where this big man, who looked rather miserable, had come from.    

At this moment, Zhao Tong no longer cared about the gazes of the people around him.    

He didn't even care about the looks and appearances of the people around him.    

What he noticed was that within the territory of this small sect, there were white lanterns everywhere, and white cloth.    

This was clearly the sign of someone dying!    

Zhao Tong's heart sank as he thought about the age of his master when he had his new sect.    

He really had to be this cruel.    

It wasn't easy for him to see through life and death, and now that he was back here, he had to face such a situation?    

Zhao Tong gritted his teeth and quickly moved forward. His feet created a lot of splashes on the ground.    

His body was soaked all the way, but he couldn't care less now.    

He ran to the front of a small building in the deepest area.    

The door to the building was shut tight.    

The sounds of people talking could be heard from inside.    

Zhao Tong took a deep breath, walked over with large strides and forcefully pushed open the door.    

There was a pot of charcoal burning inside the house, and the moment he opened the door, he felt a warm sensation.    

In the room, an old man who looked extremely thin seemed to have been talking to someone on the other side a moment ago.    

The moment Zhao Tong saw the old man, he felt his nose turn sour and his eyes turn red.    

When the door was pushed open, the elder stopped his conversation with another person in the room and turned around to look at Zhao Tong, who was walking in.    

When the old man saw Zhao Tong, he wasn't surprised at all. He smiled and said, "Little Tong is back."    

His tone was calm, just like how Zhao Tong had left for work in the morning, and had just come back in the afternoon to pay his respects.    

At this moment, Zhao Tong felt absent-minded. He even forgot that he had left this place for more than ten years, instead of going out in the morning and returning in the afternoon.    

The other person in the room was a middle-aged man.    

He looked at the old man and then at Zhao Tong. His eyes were filled with doubt.    

To be invited into this room by the old man, this middle-aged man was obviously very familiar with the old man and the small sect.    

But at that moment, he couldn't remember if there was such a person in the small school.    

But after a moment, a hint of understanding flashed through the middle-aged man's eyes.    

His gaze fell on Zhao Tong and he stopped talking.    

At this moment, Zhao Tong walked into the house step by step.    

His footsteps left wet footprints on the ground.    

Arriving in front of the skinny old man, Zhao Tong fell to his knees with a thump and heavily kowtowed.    

"Master, I'm back."