The white clouds are misty, the vitality is liquid, the cranes are flying, and the white deer are in groups.
This is where the Divine Court of the Upper Realm is - the Immortal Realm.
It is hard to imagine that when large swaths of the affiliated worlds in the current world are on the verge of ruin, and even the main world is exhausted and the path to cultivation is cut off, the places where their leaders are located can still be so prosperous.
If you just look at this world, where is there any trace of exhaustion of vitality? It's like another prosperous time for the immortal family.
A very strange phenomenon is that at the end of a dynasty, when the signs of destruction are evident, the top bureaucrats and landowners are still extravagant and greedy, and they are willing to destroy their families to relieve difficulties, and very few are willing to save the nation. There have only been a few Wen Tianxiangs in the past few hundred years.
Call them stupid. They are all human beings. They can reach the highest position in the cruel land annexation and various strife. Their IQ and EQ are absolutely superhuman.
Call them smart, they all think that the world will perish, but their own family will not perish, it will just change its owner.
But they don’t know that once the emperor and his courtiers came, the new master wanted to reward the heroes who followed him to conquer the world. Where could the money and land come from the fastest? Isn’t it from these well-fed big landowners of the old dynasty
Occasionally, a few can successfully switch families, but in the end most of them still have to be liquidated.
Zheng Zhilong is the best example. There is nothing better than this. Compared with his son Zheng Damu who clung to the sinking ship and dreamed of revival, he could be said to be too aware of current affairs, but in the end he failed. The ending where all the family property is gone and life is not saved. On the contrary, his son established another foundation and left a name for the ages. No one can take away the title of national hero.
There are too many smart people in a group, and the combat effectiveness of this group will never be too strong.
The immortals and gods are a collection of the smartest people in the world.
There are such amazing similarities between humans and gods. I have to say that things in this world are so wonderful.
On a fairy mountain, there is a pavilion made of white jade. In the pavilion, three people are sitting opposite each other.
One of them was the Moon Goddess whom Fang Ning was very familiar with.
At this time, her long clothes were fluttering and she was sitting at the bottom of the three positions.
The two people at the top were an old man in blue robes with white beard and hair, and the other was a bald monk with a sad face.
"The God of Plague has fallen..." the old man in Taoist robes said leisurely.
"It's expected, but it's unexpected." The bald monk said with caution.
Luna didn't say anything, just added tea and water.
"You should understand what the person above is thinking..." The old man in Taoist robe pointed upward.
"I've understood it a long time ago. It's just my own fault and I'm going to die." The bald monk looked calm.
Luna listened, secretly guessing the thoughts of the two supreme incarnations.
Of these two, one is the incarnation of one of the three Taoist ancestors, and the other is the incarnation of Buddha.
The gathering of these two supreme beings is enough to determine the future of the immortal world.
Unexpectedly, the man of destiny from the lower world who was so inconspicuous decades ago could now kill the true form of a true god and even alert them to come forward.
With the scheming mind of a saint, doesn’t it count as this person’s future? Why not kill the opponent in advance? Why raise tigers to cause trouble
Luna always couldn't understand this problem before, but the conversation between the two just now made her suddenly realize it.
It turns out that these two people are just following the destiny. There is still room for change if they follow the destiny. If they go against the destiny, they will both die immediately.
"Alas, when trouble comes, if you don't cut your own flesh to save yourself, you have to wait for someone else to cut it. But if the knife is in someone else's hand, then it's not cutting the meat, but slaughtering." The old man in Taoist robe shook his head.
"It's a pity that there are still some immortals and gods who don't understand our approach. They insist that the saints treat the gods too harshly, but they don't know that if we hadn't limited the lifespan of the gods in time, the world would have collapsed long ago." The bald monk picked up the immortal tea and said Take a sip.
"Those who don't understand, just send them on their way, so that the person above can feel calmer." The old man in Taoist robes also took a sip of tea.
"Fairy Moon God, do you understand this Taoist ancestor's decree?" The bald monk showed a hint of joy on his face, and turned his head to speak to the Moon God who was looking down.
"Xiaoxian understands." Luna filled up the tea and nodded at the same time.
"That's very good. Go ahead and don't waste this beautiful scenery. It's an auspicious moment." The bald monk waved his hand.
The old man in Taoist robes did not comment. Since he is a saint, he has the heart to be a saint.
Under the saints, they are all just chess pieces.
If you lose this game, just try again, but you must not smash the chessboard. In this case, no one will have to play...
After the Moon God resigned, he flew out of the pavilion lightly and then left the fairy mountain.
She looked around, counted on her fingers, and then flew toward the west.
The flight didn't take long, I was lucky, no, it should be said that it was like God's help.
In front of him was a huge figure with golden light all over his body, walking in mid-air.
"Golden God, please stay..."
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Earth Universe, Spica.
"Rich man, go out and do some serious business. Edit a vitality conversion device for me. It needs to be more powerful. I have been spending a lot in retreat recently." The uncle ordered unceremoniously.
"If you don't have time, go to the platform and publish the task yourself..." Fang Ning was lying on the sofa, reading hundreds of novels that he had accumulated.
Although the environment is harsh, there are still people who are making spiritual food. In the past, fairy tales were fantasy, but now they have become a realistic genre, and the writing skills of the authors have also become much higher.
"Are you looking for death? You are so blatantly lazy," the uncle said angrily, "If others can do it, why should I call you? How can the energy conversion device they made compare to you? Within the scope of this system, others can't do it. But there is no authority to edit objects, and besides, the devices shipped from outside are far from perfect."
Fang Ning had no choice but to stand up and said angrily: "I think you are just jealous and don't want me to rest for a few days."
"You can't think like this," the uncle said earnestly. "You have to know that many people who want to work like you have no chance. They can only struggle hard. This is all the blessings you gained from your previous life."
"Your learning ability is really strong..." Fang Ning said suddenly speechless.
Then he left the system space and came to an empty planet.
"What is the principle of the energy conversion device?" He struggled to recall, his mind was full of novels, and he had to clear the memory before loading new memories.
After a while, he finally remembered.
The vitality conversion device uses natural energy to transform into vitality. Through the effect of a catalyst and with the support of mysterious laws, it converts the energy contained in real matter into the mysterious side of vitality.
This is the new product formed by the fusion of the two worlds.
Hybrid vigor is no joke.
Purebreds do not have an advantage in evolution. On the contrary, they have many diseases, they just have nicer names.
Fang Ning floated into the air and found the highest mountain peak.
Then he began to point in the air with his fingers, as if he were tapping on a keyboard or moving a mouse.
The entire mountain peak was flattened, and then two peaks of equal height appeared nearby.
Soon a huge concave mirror appeared on the top of the three peaks, covering an area of tens of thousands square kilometers, comparable to the boundaries of a small country.
This is the entrance for receiving energy.
Under the concave mirror is another thick and long pipe, which is the energy input channel.
Further down, there is a huge energy converter.
It is like a matrix, absorbing every ounce of energy and then outputting it into vitality.
At the bottom, there are countless air vents, which discharge the formed vitality.
After finishing all this, Fang Ning shouted to the giant dragon: "Okay, sir, move your hands and make a big cover to transfer all the heat from the star Spica."
"It's really troublesome. Humanity's technological development is too slow. It's been so long since you've managed to achieve nuclear fusion and the Dyson sphere. What a bunch of idiots..." The uncle said with disdain, "You still want me to do it myself."
Then the green dragon blew out a breath of white air and quickly enveloped the sun in the sky.
A huge column appeared between heaven and earth.
But above the ground, it quickly became dark, and only the concave lens became so bright that it could blind one's eyes at a glance.
Seeing this, Fang Ning shook his head and said: "This place is hundreds of light years away from the earth. I'm afraid that in a few hundred years, humans will find that Spica is no longer shining. It will affect the formation, so we still need to give some light out."
"That's so verbose, you should have told me earlier." Qinglong took another breath, and a trace of white air returned.
The ground became bright again, but it was much dimmer than before.