If it wasn't for this time in the sea, it would be very difficult for Chen Ping to condense his own Nascent Soul.

With Zhong Miao's Yuan Yin, Chen Ping's cultivation improved slightly.

Chen Ping always felt very guilty about this matter.

But what's the matter?

After seeing Shi Sheng, he also saw a ray of remnant soul of Lord Hun. As for their identity, Chen Ping has not yet figured out how to deal with it.

Chen Ping sat down cross-legged in the time magic circle in the time hall, and continued to comprehend the way of time.

Time, like this, has passed for several months.

Sea of ​​Time, God Burying Island, Long Qingqing's fourth month of comprehension of the sword pattern, seems to have realized something, and his cultivation has greatly improved, almost directly condensing the primordial spirit.

Long Qingqing's body already has countless sword intents. According to her thinking, she only needs to go back to Kunlun Mountain for retreat, and she can break through the God-gathering realm in one fell swoop.

Zhong Miao's progress is not small, and in just a few months, her cultivation has improved again.

From the first level of God Gathering to the second level of God Gathering.

Liao Yan, the young master of the Tianji Sect, also gained a lot of benefits. Under the guidance of the imprint, his little life was restored to his youth, and he also obtained a powerful inheritance.

But on this day, the timeline in the sea of ​​time changed.

Everyone who entered the sea of ​​time looked at the mid-air blankly.

Beside them, the timeline was constantly distorted, and finally a series of time and space gates appeared directly.

All monks who have entered the sea of ​​time, no matter what your cultivation level is or what situation you are facing.

They were all pulled into the gate of time and space, and when they appeared, they were already at the ends of the earth.

Chen Ping felt that the star map in his mind was constantly changing, connected by countless threads.

It was also at this time that the timeline in his body was slowly connected to the star map.

boom!

In Chen Ping's perception, everything in the sea of ​​time not only became clear, but was also directly reflected in the Purple Mansion.

When Chen Ping opened his eyes, he was already standing on a small island at the ends of the earth.

"Look, the young master of Dan Palace has also come out!"

"His aura is so strong!"

It's hard to get in, and even harder to get out of the sea of ​​time.

At the same moment, all the monks inside were sent out.

The surrounding voices couldn't affect Chen Ping, he knew what happened in the sea.

The Sea of ​​Time disappeared from Tianya Haijiao, and from now on, there will be no Sea of ​​Time in Tianya Haijiao on Tianji Lake.

Because of the sea of ​​time, in Chen Ping's purple mansion.

The monks who came out of the sea of ​​time all entered recently. As for those born in time, they are still in the sea of ​​time.

Standing on the small island at the end of the world, Chen Ping looked calm, but his heart was full of turmoil. The monks in Juying Realm can already start to condense their own territory and create their own small world. But those are other baby gathering environments, Chen Ping is different.

The sea of ​​time, after Chen Ping comprehended more ways of time, became Chen Ping's small world.

Now, Chen Ping truly understands that no matter whether it is the cultivation method Wangu Longxiang Jue, his own Shenlong Yuanying, or the small world, they are all predestined long ago.

From the very beginning, he had no choice!

The Sea of ​​Time, one of the most mysterious secret places in Zhongzhou, turned out to be his small world. If this was told, no one in the world would believe it.

No wonder Shi Sheng said that everything in the sea of ​​time, including them, belonged to Chen Ping.

Look, is that the little princess of the Zhong family? "

Someone discovered Zhong Miao, and Zhong Miao, who had disappeared for two years, also came out.

"It's her, have you noticed? Her cultivation?"

"God Gathering Realm!

"My God, how old is she!"

"Twenty years old!"

There were exclamations all around, and the sound of gasping for air came out one after another.

"A twenty-year-old concentrator?"

Zhong Miao's eyes scanned the surroundings of the ends of the earth, and finally fell on Chen Ping. There was a trace of tenderness in her eyes.