Chapter 901

Shao Siming, Jing Ni, Yan Lingji, etc., they didn't go back this time either.

"Young Master... so world-shaking, so invincible."

"We are truly not worthy."

"It is our honor to be able to follow the Young Master."

"But, Young Master..."

"We will practice well, and only when we are stronger can we know more and do more."

They didn't regret anything or complain about anything.

Everywhere is the Jianghu, on the contrary, this side is more enjoyable and more casual.

The Young Master gave them a lot, and there is also a broader stage.

It's just that they are all good, they have fallen in love with the great Jianghu here, they like the practice here, and they have fallen even more in love with the Young Master.

But the Young Master...

"The Young Master will definitely come back."

"Hmm."

……

"Is the Ye Tiandi an outsider?"

"No, he is the same as us."

"This is not important either."

"My grandfather is the Ye Tiandi."

"My grandfather is too."

"Have I called him grandfather?"

"As if anyone hasn't called him that..."

"Cough cough, have some shame, that's my grandfather." A long time has passed, and after tea and dinner, it is still the hottest topic.

"What kind of person dares to call himself Ye Tiandi..." This is someone secretly sneering.

The Ye Tiandi is stronger than the Great Emperor, and there haven't been many throughout history.

"He's just the shortest-lived one."

People say all sorts of things, he's not here, so they aren't afraid.

This time he really didn't come back.

What's the use of having so many battle records?

Instead, he killed so many opponents, and the descendants of those existences might still come to take revenge on your people.

Mythological Era.

Deep in the primitive forest.

Jiang Nan lay on the bronze ancient coffin, his injuries had slowly recovered, and cracks no longer appeared.

He didn't pay any attention to it, it was self-repairing.

He had tried countless times, comprehended countless things.

He had basically figured it out.

It would be difficult to go back for a while.

The Nine Dragons Pulling the Coffin had no response, no driver, no direction, and would not easily take him back again.

It felt like it was all random, or something else.

To go back, he would either have to continue riding the Nine Dragons Pulling the Coffin.

This thing without a driver is the most unreliable.

Maybe it would pull him even further into nothingness.

He didn't count on it much.

Either he would have to trace back time and space, and cross the river of time himself to go back.

This is still a series of worlds, just different time and space segments.

This, he still couldn't do.

Either he would have to be extremely proficient in this path, or only an Immortal King could do it.

An Immortal King is an existence above the Red Dust Immortal.

He is far from even being a Red Dust Immortal.

Either he would have to control more permissions of the chat group, and find a way to pull the girl into the group.

If so, he could come and go as he pleased, and meet whenever he wanted.

Just like before, and there was an extra Mythological Era to explore and hone his practice.

This also requires strength.

Only when he is stronger will the chat group have more permissions.

Now, he still couldn't do it.

"Chat group, how can I pull the girl in?"

"You need to be stronger and gain permissions." The chat group responded.

"I will definitely be stronger, can I owe you a debt first?"

"Rules cannot be changed." This is just something similar to an AI.

Jiang Nan stopped pestering about this.

"Why is the Mythological Era considered my world, when the Desolate Ancient World is?"

"Although I am a transmigrator, I also grew up in the Desolate Ancient World." Jiang Nan said.

"I want to go back, that is my world."