My Wife Is a Transmigrated Master Cultivator

Mentioning his own relatives, Mu Tianyan couldn't help being in a trance for a moment.

After arriving in the realm of self-cultivation, he and his wife had either cultivated to improve their strength or had various experiences. There was very little time when they were free. Unexpectedly, more than two hundred years had passed in the blink of an eye.

"Don't worry, if you have a fate, we will see you eventually."

Mu Tianyan took his wife's hand and played with it carefully, "The most taboo thing in the road of cultivation is impetuousness, Madam, you are a great power in the Mahayana period now, and you should know this truth well.

Moreover, in the ten years since I was promoted to the peak of the Mahayana period, I have not been able to sense the existence of the ascension channel.

As several sovereigns said, the ascension channel should have been closed in hundreds of thousands of years. "

In the cultivation world for so many years, Mu Tianyan has become accustomed to seeing all kinds of life and death.

So he doesn't have much attachment to whether he can return to the earth of the mortal world and see his big brother and master again.

After all, when he left the earth of the mortal world, he had already arranged everything, and he was also prepared in his heart that he would never return.

Because from the moment he became a cultivator, he knew very well in his heart that the cultivator's road was full of obstacles and dangers, and no one could guarantee that he would reach the end.

So when the elder brother asked him if he would come back, he did not give an answer.

Speaking of the ascension passage, Lu Zijia's attention was diverted.

"Xuanwu has lived for hundreds of thousands of years, so he should know something."

With that said, Lu Zijia got out the Xuanwu that had been soaking in the Lingquan River for decades.

To prevent Xuanwu's huge body from crushing the surrounding flower sea, Lu Zijia used his spiritual power to hold it above the flower sea.

It seems that he noticed that the place he was in has changed, and Xuanwu lifted his eyelids lazily, "Little Nizi, what do you want to do?"

Because the cultivation base has not progressed, Lu Zijia has been restless recently, and has harassed Xuanwu, a late-stage lazy cancer guy.

At first, Xuanwu would take care of her, but after realizing that she was doing nothing on purpose, he ignored her.

Anyway, the sky and the earth are big, and the sleep is the biggest.

Lu Zijia also seemed to remember her recent convulsion behavior, and touched her nose a little embarrassedly, "This time it's serious business, don't sleep yet."

Xuanwu didn't even move his eyelids this time, "When did you not say something serious before?"

Lu Zijia, "..." She has committed too many crimes, and her retribution is coming!

Sure enough, people still can not do evil!

"It's really serious this time."

Lu Zijia struggled to the death, trying to save her little credit value, "Didn't you say that you have lived for hundreds of thousands of years? Then you should know why the ascension channel to the underworld was closed, right?"

Xuanwu nodded slightly after hearing the words for a long time, "I know."

"Do you really know?"

Lu Zijia just guessed that it should know something, but did not expect it to actually know.

That's an excitement in my heart!

Xuanwu raised his eyelids, glanced lazily at Lu Zijia, and seemed to say: nonsense!

Lu Zijia, "...Then tell me, why is the ascension channel of the Underworld closed?"

Shouldn't it be that Heavenly Dao dislikes the cultivators of the Heavenly Underworld and prevents the cultivators of the Heavenly Underworld from ascending?

Xuanwu said slowly, "The last ascender was closed."

After waiting for a long time, Lu Zijia didn't wait for Xuanwu's next sentence, the black line on his forehead suddenly fell down.