History’s Strongest Senior Brother - 1772. Chapter 1732 Chapter 1731. Yang Jian's Gift

“It looks like something from the Heavenly Palace Shrine.” The green brilliance in Yan Zhaoge’s eyes outlined mysterious runes, which kept turning.

It seems to be driving the mysterious deduction of Yuan Tianshu, but it has nothing to do with that.

Like Yang Jian, he had seen something similar when he was in the Library of the Heavenly Palace Shrine in the past.

Although there are differences in style, this token, which is like gold but not gold, or jade but not jade, does seem to be from the same heavenly palace.

Just as Yan Di and Yang Jian said, this thing itself does not seem to be special.

You can contact Yan Di’s statement that he obtained this thing, but it is related to Tai Yi Huayun, which has to be thought-provoking.

Yan Di’s Tai Yi Huayun, inherits Tai Yi’s appearance. Although it looks like a cloud and a lotus, it is actually intangible and indefinite in nature.

This kind of existence, even if it comes into contact with other things, will basically leave no trace.

Taiyi Huayun will not leave traces on this token, and conversely, this token will not leave traces on Taiyi Huayun either.

If you have to say that you are in contact with Tai Yi Huayun, it is only Yan Di himself.

But this is because when General Yandi was born before he was born, he had been closely with Tai Yi Huayun for thousands of years, and Tai Yi Huayun could almost be regarded as his another mother.

This is where the relationship between the two parties is now.

The token itself seems to have nothing special, but it seems to be related to Yan Di’s Tai Yi Huayun. In fact, it is its most abnormal place, full of contradictions.

“If there is a problem, there must be a problem, but…” Feng Yunsheng looked at Yang Jian.

Yang Jian nodded: “I can’t see what’s hidden in it at the moment.”

Yan Di’s expression was calm: “If neither of you can tell the difference, then the problem is simpler.”

There is no need for Yang Jian to say that the Da Luo Tianxian, currently the strongest in the Three Qing Dynasty, even looked at the world, and has been one of the top existences under the Dao realm in history.

Feng Yunsheng, who has practiced for many years to this day, has surpassed countless predecessors and has become a leader among the Daluo Tianxian today.

With their cultivation base strength and realm vision, they couldn’t see through this token for a while, so basically there was only one possibility.

Things are related to a certain Taoist ancestor.

“This thing has something to do with Tai Yi Huayun, but enjoys convenience. Otherwise, if Brother Yang Dao opens the third divine eye, maybe he can still see some clues.” Feng Yunsheng said.

Yang Jian gave a wry smile, but recognized her judgment.

“So, which Taoist ancestor is it?” Yan Di looked at the token: “Old gentleman?”

Although Taiyi Huayun was born as an idle cloud, it was achieved by an immoral Tianzun or an old gentleman, but because of its power and artistic conception, it is hard not to remind people of Taiqing Taoist ancestors.

“It’s hard to say, this is not something of the old gentleman.” Yang Jian said: “Of course, the old gentleman can also use it, but it is not certain that it is the handwriting of the old gentleman. I have never heard from the Xuantu Master Shu, Bajinggong or This Tai Yi Huayun was once collected in Dousie Palace.”

“From ancient times to the present, I have never heard of this Tai Yi Huayun having another former owner. It seems that it has been a free cloud until my father Yan Xingtang obtains it, or it can be regarded as its first owner.”

Listening to other people’s discussions, Yan Zhaoge was temporarily silent.

He looked at the token, and then at the floating above Yan Di’s head, like a cloud without borders, blooming like a lotus flower.

“Heavenly Palace…” Yan Zhaoge’s eyes flickered slightly: “Too Yi Huayun…”

He got the Promise Book of Heaven in the Heavenly Palace Shrine.

But it is extremely spiritual that no one except him seems to realize this.

Except for him, no one has ever seen the Promise of Heaven in the Heavenly Palace.

For this reason, Yan Zhao Ge had been muttering in his heart.

If Yuanshi Tianzun really never handed down the Prophecy of the Promise, then he obtained the Prophecy of the Prophet in the Heavenly Palace, whose handwriting was it?

To say that the most likely person is undoubtedly Laojun.

Contacting some peculiarities of Yanzhaoge itself, and then comparing it to the inexplicable words of Monkey King Sun Wukong under the Five Elements Mountain, without beginning or end, seemed to make the context of the matter much clearer.

Of course, if the old man did it, he still can’t guess why he did it.

The old man’s mind, as always, is erratic and unpredictable.

Now, it seems that there is another clue?

“It’s also Laojun…?” Yan Zhaoge’s eyes flashed, and a lot of things flashed in his mind for a moment, but there was no clearer feeling.

“What do you think of Zhao Ge?” Yang Jian looked at Yan Zhaoge and asked with a smile: “You have always been active in thinking, how can you be so quiet this time?”

“There are still too few clues to make a final conclusion.” Yan Zhaoge’s remark is not an excuse, but a heartfelt statement.

He looked at Yang Jian and said, “Brother Dao, or should I check with Master Xuandu again?”

The subtext of this statement is actually to invite Yang Jian to visit the Palace of Dusit. It is best to meet the old gentleman in person, and ask the old gentleman to explain his doubts in person.

Although Lao Jun mostly ignored him, but who knows if he will suddenly be on a whim?

“Okay, I’ll take a trip.” Yang Jian collected the token: “Lend the thing to me for a while, no matter what the result is, I will return from the Palace of Dust, and I will return it again.”

Yan Di replied: “I can’t do it myself.”

Yang Jian received the token, and looked at Yan Zhaoge and Feng Yunsheng with a smile: “The two are about to get married soon. I don’t have any precious baby to carry with me, but I always have to offer a gift.”

“My husband and I are honored to be able to come to the ceremony,” Feng Yunsheng said.

Yan Zhaoge chuckled and said, “I’ll just wait for it, or why would I invite guests?”

Seeing his cheeky appearance, Feng Yunsheng reluctantly covered his face, Yan Di shook his head and laughed.

“I wanted to give it to you a long time ago, but I thought that when you got married, my poor man wouldn’t be able to prepare other gifts, so I dragged it until today.” Yang Jian didn’t care instead, as if he was the one taking advantage.

Yan Zhaoge smiled and said, “Brother Dao, you said that, I am even more looking forward to it.”

“Although your Beiming clone has already carried part of the golden body left by Monkey King, it still has the possibility of going further.” Yang Jian said: “That clone fits my Eighty-Nine Profound Art, which is exactly the one-fold fate method.”

Yang Jian previously said that he would wait for gifts at the wedding, but it was a half-truth.

In recent years, he has continuously improved his Eight or Nine Profound Techniques, and after striving for perfection, he has only been able to pass on to the Beiming clone of Yan Zhaoge.

The Eight-Nine Profound Art is Yang Jian’s original creation, and it fits him incomparably, but it’s hard to reach the sky when others practice. Although the Beiming clone fits, it needs a little adjustment to make it easier to use.

Although faintly anticipated, Yan Zhaoge still replied solemnly after listening to Yang Jian’s decision. “Thank you, brother Dao.”

“You don’t need to be polite, my generation is revived. The more masters, the better. It’s rare that your Beiming clone has such a solid foundation and so fits in eight or nine, so I should naturally help you.” Yang Jian said flatly: “But as the saying goes Well, the master leads in, and the practice depends on the individual. Although I teach you the Eight or Nine Profound Art, it is still hard to say whether your Beiming clone can break through the Heavenly Tribulation.”