The illusion is vast and the darkness is boundless.
That small little universe is like a bright pearl embedded in nothingness.
Still haven't seen Ye Chen.
Turning decay into magic, he buried himself, blended into the universe, and became the universe.
I don’t know which year, there were two more grains of light in Cangmiao.
Even though they are small, they seem to be alive, gathering bit by bit with the passage of time.
A hundred years.
They seem to have grown up. From the light of grains of rice, they have evolved into a sun and a moon. The dazzling sunshine and the bright moonlight shine on the world, reflecting dreams in their brilliance.
Then, there are the stars.
The vast night sky is dotted with stars, each one shining with eternal light.
From that day on, the small universe had day and night.
The change of day and night, the cycle of sun and moon, the law of time is carved out, becoming a trace in the dark.
The years are still so long.
When the world changes, and when a new day arrives, more buds sprout, and even the dry branches grow branches and leaves at a speed visible to the naked eye. At a glance, they are full of vitality.
It's spring and everything is coming back to life.
Time flies, the world is changing, and the hot summers are lining up to step onto the stage of new history.
The sun was shining brightly, and the earth was burned and cracked.
March is fleeting, the breeze is refreshing, and the sky is full of bleakness.
The flowers and leaves are withered, and the white clothes in winter are more dusty than imagined.
The exuberance of spring, the scorching heat of summer, the desolation of autumn, and the dead silence of winter, each has its own charm.
In the quiet night, dark clouds can be seen in the sky, and thunder and lightning are tearing apart.
It's raining, pouring rain, accompanied by howling wind, pouring down the sky and the earth.
This rain lasts for a hundred years.
Rainwater combines with the source of life, gathers in ravines, and forms rivers in rivers, crisscrossing the vast land.
Wind, rain, thunder and lightning are all there.
However, the universe is in nirvana, the rules are changing, and the entire universe is evolving for eternity.
The light of morning is warm and peaceful.
Standing on the top of the mountain, looking out over the world, it is a wonderful scene. There are forested mountains, rich vegetation, surging rivers, and gurgling creeks. Everywhere is full of vitality, dyed with eternity, and hidden under the lingering clouds and mist. , hazy and hazy, it really became a fairyland on earth.
Looking carefully, everything reflects Ye Chen's shadow.
That's right, decay turns into magic, and the eternal seed finally performs the world of all things. Every thing can be called Ye Chen. He is eternity and all things, and is the creator god of this small universe.
He still didn't show up.
The transformation is not yet complete, the body is integrated into the universe, and the magic is taking the final step.
It's winter again, and it's snowing heavily.
The dry and cold world was covered with a layer of snow-white coat, free from any pollution.
I don't know how many days have passed since ancient times.
All the emperors are sitting cross-legged, even if they are sitting and guarding their positions, they have never forgotten the enlightenment. They are not reliable, such as the Xuan Emperor, the Ghost Emperor, and the Underworld Emperor. As they become stronger, the way of heaven becomes weaker, and the same goes for the common people. When they become stronger, the way of heaven becomes weaker.
There was a moment when all the emperors opened their eyes and collectively looked towards the end of the ancient world.
The empress returned, covered in blood. When she walked to the end, she couldn't keep her footing and almost fell down. She was tired, but she was smiling despite her fatigue. It seemed that many supreme beings had been resurrected.
Under the spotlight, she flicked her sleeves, and many figures appeared.
At that moment, everyone, including the Divine Lord, subconsciously stood up and stared blankly at that side. They were all the supreme beings of the ancient heaven, some at the quasi-desolate peak level, some at the beginning of the great emperor level, some old friends from the past, and some teachers from eternity ago. , one is stronger than the other, and each one is more scary than the other.
"An era."
Too many supreme old men shed tears and fought together for eternity. In the blink of an eye, time has passed.
No time to reminisce.
The empress used eternity to support herself and sacrificed a series of illuminated Dunjia Heavenly Characters. Each Heavenly Character merged with a Supreme. She was responsible for the fusion of the Supreme and the Heavenly Character. Only in this way could she truly be resurrected and become a root.
"What an unknown, what a heavenly word."
Zi Zaitian whispers, consecrates the Dunjia, resurrects the Supreme, and takes root of the Tianzi. She is a witness to this process, witnessing what magic is. Such things cannot happen in their universe.
She had already seen a corner of the so-called sky outside the sky.
Because of this, she longed for the Eternal Immortal Realm even more. Tianzi, unknown and Xiaowa were all so weird, let alone the real Eternal Immortal Realm. If one day, if the door of eternity opened, she would not look back. Step in and fly like a moth to the flame, with no regrets or regrets, just a glimpse of eternity.
puff!
When she was in a trance, the empress spurted blood. She was beaten so badly in the unknown that she almost died. She was seriously injured. The gold and jade were ruined on the outside but inside, and now she was forced to fuse the Tianzi, which damaged her foundation again.
Why!
Zi Zaitian sighed, walked out of the Empress's small world, took some Tianzi, and waved it casually. The supreme beings lying in the air and sleeping, each one merged into one, and practiced in their own way.
Clearly, she was helping.
Those who have practiced the Way of Heaven should have no desires or demands for time, and no anger or hatred.
"Thanks."
The empress smiled tiredly, took a step back, and sat weakly on the rock.
"When Heaven's Dao revives, you will have no chance of winning."
Zi Zaitian said calmly, although the divine position has fallen, his vision is still there. After staying for so long, he has more or less understanding of the universe. There is no supreme god. If a war really breaks out, all the heavens will be defeated.
"The fate of the common people will last forever."
The empress whispered, and as she spoke, she glanced sideways at Di Huang and Hongyan.
The two have basically recovered and are still changing.
This proves that Ye Chen is still there and will reach nirvana somewhere. He is not only the sword used to kill the gods, but also carries the faith of the people. Back then, she could defeat a generation of saints and demons, and now he will definitely be able to kill the gods.
Zi Zi Tian said no more words and continued to melt the words of Tian.
In the past, she was just like the Empress, with an obsession with immortality. Now, she only had a humble desire like a puppet. Except for the Eternal Immortal Realm, nothing in the world could make her mood turbulent.
After a simple conversation, both of them fell silent.
That day, they fought to the death, but this time they seemed to have become close friends, sharing a tacit understanding.
At the end, there are many more living supreme beings.
When the younger emperors saw this, they bowed down from a distance. They had only heard of legends, but this was the first time they saw a real person.
He once fought against the sky.
The evil spirit tempered by these ancient gods while walking on mountains of corpses and flowing seas of blood is unmatched by future generations. They are really like the gods of killing who came from Jiuyou, each one of them is powerful in the world.
"God's executor, come back and be safe."
The newly resurrected Heavenly Supremes all gathered at the altar that sealed a generation of holy demons.
After an era, their words have become much calmer. There are no roars, no roars from the soul, everything is as ordinary as leisurely. They must have experienced life and death, and have long been indifferent. Now they are back, It's just a continuation of the unfulfilled long-cherished wish from the previous life.
"All living things are ants." A generation of holy demons smiled.
And this line seems to be exclusive to him. No matter who comes, they will take it out and sneak around.
In his opinion, if he is not at the Huangdi level, he is no different from an ant.
The emperors did not refute this point, nor did they bother to refute it. They would still fight Tianyi in the future.
After stopping for a long time, the emperors left.
There are many figures of them on the top of the mountains. They are all sitting cross-legged, trying to gain enlightenment and vying for the throne of the Wild Emperor. They didn’t know whether they were defeated or victorious in the previous life. Now, if they try to do it again, they will definitely strive for a bright future.
Small universe.
The snow is still falling, and it lasts for a thousand years, dyeing the whole world into a white snow.
Until one day, the falling blood flowers turned into wisps of light.
It is eternal light, like heavenly fairy rain, pouring down into the world and nourishing the universe.
Everything returns to spring.
A new life is born, and this new life refers not only to all things, but also to Ye Chen.
This nirvana took thousands of years.
And he finally turned decay into magic and created the legendary myth.
In the vast land, he reshaped himself into a human being.
It is still the ancient holy body, it is still the eternal true body, more immortal than before sleeping, the dazzling brilliance blooms on him; the breath of all things lingers around him, and the universe and rules are all branded and carved into The deepest part of his soul, that is also the imprint of this universe.
"The way of heaven."
Ye Chen closed his eyes and murmured softly, breathing in the breath of heaven and earth happily, his consciousness drifting and his mind wandering too weak.
boom! Boom!
Every time he takes a breath, there will be lightning and thunder in the sky, the earth will hum and shake, rivers will roll, strong winds will roar, sometimes it will rain heavily, sometimes everything will wither, but there will be no sign of manifestation.
In other words, everything in this universe moves because of him.
As long as he is willing, just one thought can turn the sea into mulberry fields; just one thought can make the universe wither away.
This is the way of heaven, God, the master of all things.
Zhao Yun's universe's way of heaven can do this, but it will disturb the rules and the universe.
Compared with these, the heavens and the universe are unexpected.
There is a way of heaven, and there is a way of heaven in the way of heaven. The authority is divided and weakened, and it cannot be destroyed with a single thought. In the final analysis, all living beings are at odds with God, and the balance has long been tilted.
"What a wonderful feeling."
Ye Chen opened his eyes, and his eyes turned from chaos to eternity. After thousands of years of transformation, eternity has been infinitely close to perfection. His body has decayed, but it has become magical. He is God, overlooking the world.
Unfortunately, there is no one alive except him in this world.
However, one day, it will evolve. Maybe a mortal or an immortal, no matter how strong he is, can't surpass his heavenly power. Some kind of domineering power will be wiped out in a snap.
"A new civilization."
Ye Chen smiled and climbed up step by step, looking at everything along the way. This was his universe.
While walking, Dunjia Tianzi flew back and surrounded his side.
For some reason, the word "天" is more affectionate to him. Maybe he has integrated the word "道" into it, or maybe it has become the way of heaven. No matter which one it belongs to, it is enough for them to be spiritual, like a group of lively children.
After drinking a bottle of wine, Ye Chen settled on the top of the mountain.
The rules have been laid down, the universe has been destroyed, the way of heaven has been achieved, and I have returned to the heavens.
This time, he has a method.
It is still the way of dreams. Thousands of years of Nirvana are not only the transformation into magic, but also the thousands of years of enlightenment. In this field, I don’t know if he can catch up with Yaochi’s footsteps, but his understanding of Menghui’s eternal understanding has already reached a certain level. His transformation is also attributed to Chengtian Dao. At this point, he has certain privileges.
[Author's digression]: PS: I'm very sorry. Due to some reasons, the scheduled opening of the new book has been postponed to 8 pm.
We are deeply sorry for the trouble this has caused everyone.
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There is another chapter later, a little later.
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