Deliveryman of the Heaven

Weiqing stood in front of the group of statues for a long time, when suddenly, a person appeared out of thin air behind him.    

Weiqing slowly came back to his senses. Turning his head to take a look, it was a hunchbacked old man who resided in the mixed Kun Ancestral Temple. This person was the person close to the Ancestral Master of Mixed Kun, his real name was, no one knew, everyone called him Messenger. Not only did the Messenger have a hunchbacked look, his face was also very dark, the skin on his face looked as ugly as tree bark, but Weiqing still said politely, "Greetings Lord Messenger."    

It was said that this Messenger was one of the nine great protectors of the Ancestral Master of Mixed Kun and was the only direct disciple under the Ancestral Master of Mixed Kun.    

Therefore, although the Messenger did not have a very high position, he held an extremely high position within the entire Ancestral Temple of the mixed Kun. Even if Huang Tian and the Messenger saw him, he would still call himself a junior, and as for his strength, it was a mystery. However, as someone who had lived for close to ten thousand years, with the Messenger's cultivation, no one would look down on him.    

Weiqing followed the Messenger and headed towards the Four Great Temples.    

The Four Temples, one of the most important palaces in the mixed Kun Ancestral Temple, was currently serving as a resting place for the Ancestral Master of Mixed Kun.    

However, a few thousand years ago, the mixed Kun Ancestral Temple was called the Four Holy Palaces, it was the sacred ground where the four disciples of Great Emperor Pan Gu passed down their mantras. Once, gods and devils came to the dynasty and kneeled down on every single piece of brick and dirt in the entire Four Holy Palaces.    

"Go in." The Messenger brought Weiqing to the front of the Four Temples. There were no guards at all in front of the hall, so the Messenger gestured to invite Weiqing in.    

Weiqing took a deep breath, knelt down in front of the hall, kowtowed three times, and then kowtowed.    

After a long while, the doors of the Four Great Temples slowly opened, and a burst of strange flower fragrance assaulted their senses, causing them to tremble. Weiqing slowly stood up, with a solemn expression on his face, he slowly walked towards the four Temples.    

After Weiqing walked in, the door of the hall suddenly closed slowly.    

No one was pushing the door. It seemed like it was the wind, but it also seemed like something that Weiqing couldn't see was controlling the door.    

The Four Temples did not need any guard, because the Ancestral Master of Mixed Kun was the only one with four generations of Sage Sovereign Expert in the entire Nine Regions Starry Sky. No matter how heavy his injuries were, he could still easily kill anyone in the entire Pan Gu City in an instant. It should be known that before Great Emperor Pan Gu had fallen that year, he was only a third generation of Sage Sovereign Expert.    

But because the Ancestral Master of Mixed Kun had suffered too severe of an injury, it was no longer possible for his to advance any further, and he could even pass away at any time.    

Inside the hall, it was pitch black. The only thing that could be seen was the four huge golden statues in front of the hall. They could be considered the only extravagant objects within the hall, and were the Four Saints that were meditating and preaching. Weiqing stood in the darkness. He did not use his will to probe his surroundings, but rather very naturally stood there. Facing the only remaining ancient power of the Three Realms, although Weiqing had never seen the Primal Chaos Grandmaster, he was filled with respect.    

If it weren't for the Primal Chaos Ancestral Master, perhaps his Pan Gu City would have already fallen.    

This former demon clan leader had dedicated his long life to the Three Realms and gave it to the Nine Prefectures. He deserved everyone's respect and love. However, in reality, more and more youngsters were hoping for this strong practitioner, who had lived for hundreds of years in one breath, to die soon. This was because they viewed the Ancestral Master of Mixed Kun as the last stumbling block for the new generation of Pan Gu City, and at the same time, the Primal Chaos Ancestral Master had become the last symbol for the Pan Gu City.    

With the death of the Primal Chaos Patriarch, only then would the new generation of Pan Gu City be able to break free from the brand of the three realms.    

After a long while, a long sigh came from the palace.    

Suddenly, Weiqing's throat started to roll slightly, and tears started to fall from the corners of his eyes. From this sigh, he felt helplessness, helplessness and joy, as though all the emotions in the world were included in this sigh.    

This sigh seemed to be the life of Ancestral Master of Mixed Kun.    

Weiqing still did not speak.    

He didn't know why the Ancestral Master of Mixed Kun wanted to see him.    

In reality, ever since Ancestral Master of Mixed Kun was injured, he had already lived in seclusion in the Four Great Temples for hundreds of years, and no longer had the power to manage Pan Gu City anymore. He also had not made any public appearances, causing many people to believe that the Ancestral Master of Mixed Kun was already dead.    

In the years that the Primordial Chaos Ancestor had been recuperating, the only person who had seen his true appearance was the Messenger.    

In actuality, right now, the Ghost Servant was Ancestral Master of Mixed Kun's tongue, as long as someone requested to see the Ancestral Master of Mixed Kun, the Ghost Servant was the one who passed the message, even if there was a fight between the Allied Forces of the Three Realms and them during the negotiation, and in the end, the Ancestral Master of Mixed Kun appeared and said three words, that was all, and then he left, and during the second round of negotiations a few days ago, the Patriarch of Primal Chaos actually spat out blood, and then was brought back to the mixed Kun Ancestral Temple by the Ghost Servant.    

After a long time, there was no sound in the hall.    

Weiqing was still standing in the great hall, as if he had already guessed why the Ancestral Master of Mixed Kun had summoned him.    

Was this ancient power's life finally coming to an end?    

"Weiqing."    

Suddenly, a voice rang out from the darkness.    

Weiqing immediately cupped his fists: "Present."    

"From now on, you are the guardian of the Three Realms. This is the key to protect you. Do you want to go?" A gentle white light suddenly appeared from within the darkness, and then a piece of unpolished jade landed in Weiqing's hands. It was an ice-cold jade stone in the hand, with a Nine-headed Bird Ancient Leviathan's pattern engraved on it, each head was different. It seemed like the legends were true, the Ancestral Master of Mixed Kun truly had nine heads of ancient existences.    

Weiqing accepted the Key to the Guardian and asked: What about the other three Key to the Guardian?    

Weiqing realized that the Guardian Key in his hand was not complete, because there was a line of words on it that was clearly missing.    

The voice of the Ancestral Master of Mixed Kun came from the darkness, "My senior and junior brothers and sisters are all dead, so naturally, the key to protect is in the hands of another person. There is one set of Roland World, and there is another set of Shura, but the location of Fourth Brother Lu Ya is still unknown. These four Guardian Keys are not some rare treasure. They are just a keepsake that Master gave us four when he established his sect. "    

Weiqing said in a clear voice as he nodded his head, "Weiqing will definitely disappoint the ancestor and swear to protect the Three Realms' pure land to the death."    

"Everything in the world has its roots in the end. It doesn't matter where you come from. The most important thing is who you want to protect." "Child, your talent is not bad, you are a person who can be created, but your fate is destined to be one of great calamities. The life and death of the Nine Prefectures, the survival of the Three Realms, all these are all in your thoughts.    

Although Weiqing could not understand his words, he still nodded his head in agreement.    

Slowly, the dark space began to brighten. In the middle of the hall, there was a black coffin. This coffin was where the Ancestral Master of Mixed Kun rested and cultivated.    

Allegedly, during the great encirclement eight hundred years ago, in order to recover the areas that the Nine Prefectures had lost, Ancestral Master of Mixed Kun and Patriarch Hongjun fought a decisive battle with several of the top Sage Sovereign Expert s in the three thousand worlds. In the end, the two of them won and killed eight Sage Sovereign Expert s.    

And then, in order to repair it better, it was said that the Ancestral Master of Mixed Kun had learned a supreme demonic technique, and laid himself in a coffin, unable to see the light of day.    

In the Pan Gu City, and even the Nine Prefectures, coffins were not inauspicious objects.    

This was because when Great Emperor Pan Gu brought the demons of the three realms with him, while their Chaotic World were fighting against the realms and races, many of them were carrying coffins with them, singing war songs and battling until their deaths. In that majestic and tragic era, being able to have a piece of flesh buried in a coffin after death was the greatest comfort and the Ancestral Master of Mixed Kun had undoubtedly inherited this ancient tradition.    

"Come here." Ancestral Master of Mixed Kun's voice.    

Weiqing walked over, his footsteps exceptionally heavy.    

He walked to the coffin, but Weiqing was not in the mood to check what the mysterious inscription on it was. Instead, he just stared at the man inside the coffin.    

His face was half flesh and half bones, and he was wearing a profound robe, but Weiqing could still see Ancestral Master of Mixed Kun's hands, one was flesh and blood, the other was glistening with white bones, but even though it was just half of his face, his face was as gentle and calm as the Father of Heaven, and even had a faint smile on it …    

Seeing this, Weiqing could not help but let down a line of tears …    

What kind of faith did they have to be able to support this strong man who had lived for tens of thousands of years and still be able to live half a life until now?    

Weiqing didn't know.    

Weiqing only knew that in the current stages of cultivation, whether it was in the Three Realms, the Nine Prefectures, or even the entire Chaotic World, regardless of whether one had a high or low cultivation, or even the average person, they all cared about face, cared about defending their own dignity, cared about losing dignity, and no one would continue to live in a manner that destroyed their reputation. This kind of method was a great insult to the strong.    

But what was ironic was, how many people had Chaotic World cultivations above Ancestral Master of Mixed Kun?    

The reason why the Ancestral Master of Mixed Kun was alive, and had such a peaceful expression on his face, was definitely not for himself, but for the Nine Prefectures and the Three Realms. But now, in this world which was struck down by a hundred thousand gods and devils, someone actually wanted to give it up to the three thousand worlds. It was no wonder that the Ancestral Master of Mixed Kun would vomit blood due to the popularity of the Sky Opening Mansion, but it was a pity that the Ancestral Master of Mixed Kun was too merciful, and was unwilling to do anything to his own children.    

In that moment, Weiqing finally understood what he needed to protect!