Boundless Sky

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Flowers rained down, golden crows swept across the sky, real phoenixes danced, and the sound of the avenue and its singing resounded throughout the prehistoric world.

On the golden altar, there is endless holy light, which seems to be cheering, welcoming the arrival of the saint!

However, the black-robed man standing above the void like a demon seemed to be indifferent to all the sights in front of him, and he didn't respond at all to the altar that kept inviting him to the holy throne.

He just stood quietly in the void, neither leaving nor ascending to the Holy Throne, as if the Holy Throne that made countless creatures crazy in the prehistoric world had no value in his eyes.

"What's going on? Since this senior has been sanctified, why doesn't he want to ascend to the Holy Throne?"

"Could it be that there are any restrictions on this holy seat, so this senior is unwilling to accept the holy seat?"

"Senior, I don't want it. I want it. That's the holy position. Isn't it what we've been pursuing for hundreds of millions of years?"

As time went by bit by bit, seeing that the black-robed saint had no intention of ascending the holy throne at all, the expressions of the prehistoric creatures who were originally full of awe and reverence were already full of doubts.

They don't understand, the Holy Throne is right in front of them, what is that senior waiting for?

"Take back the altar, I don't need this holy seat!"

Half an hour later, under the eyes of countless creatures watching, the man in black robe looked up at the void, and the first sentence he spoke made all the innate gods feel like they were kneeling.

Damn, the holy seat is right in front of you, why don't you keep saying you don't want it?

It doesn't matter if you don't want it, don't let Tiandao take it back, just leave it to us!

The rain of flowers all over the sky froze, and the avenue and the singing also suddenly froze. It seemed that even the Heavenly Dao, which descended to the holy throne, did not expect to encounter such a situation.

The holy seat is right in front of you, but the sanctified person does not accept it. This is simply a naked provocation to the way of heaven.

Fortunately, the way of heaven did not give birth to self-consciousness, and there was no feeling of anger. After the black-robed saint rejected the holy throne, the altar in the void, which was as bright as a sun star, slowly disappeared and disappeared. In the endless void.

"This seat, Haotian, has attained the Dao today. Three days later, I will open an altar to preach in Haotian Palace, thirty-three days away, and teach me the principles of the Dao. Anyone who is destined can come." Seeing the altar disappear, the black-robed sage spoke slowly , The prehistoric land suddenly resounded with a thick and indifferent voice.

After the words fell, the black-robed sage took a step forward, stepped directly into the depths of the prehistoric starry sky, and disappeared from everyone's sight. At this point, the prehistoric land fell into peace again, and the immeasurable pressure that was originally on everyone also suddenly dissipated .

"Phew! The power of the saint is really terrifying. It is estimated that the other party can kill us with a single thought!" Some innate gods sighed.

"Everyone, do you know why the saint of Haotian is unwilling to accept the holy position? Wouldn't it be good to become an immortal saint of heaven?" The demon master Kunpeng couldn't understand it. If you know their lifelong pursuit, that is to become a saint. .

"Perhaps, senior Haotian is so strong that he doesn't care about the status of a saint anymore?" Fuxi was dressed in a black and white Taoist robe, and there was a flash of light in his eyes.

"It's normal. If you accept the holy position, you have to accept the constraints of heaven. Although you are immortal, you also need to bear the responsibilities of a saint. If you already have the strength of a saint, will you still accept the holy position that restricts you? "The person who spoke, wearing a blood-colored robe, full of blood-colored long hair, and exuding a bloodthirsty aura, is the well-known Patriarch Styx in the Primordial Continent, and his strength is not weaker than Sanqing's.

"Fellow Daoist Minghe is right. If I have the strength of a saint, I don't want to accept the shackles of the holy position. Wouldn't it be nice to be free and unfettered?!" Immortal Sword looks very young, his brows are full of unruly color, it seems that among all the innate gods, few can fall into his eyes.

"What Fellow Daoist Tongtian said is reasonable, but unfortunately, in this world, besides senior Haotian, who else can not accept the holy position, but have the power of a saint?" Fuxi shook his head, and then laughed at himself, " Besides, our group of cultivators who haven't even stepped into the quasi-sage are judging the holy position, isn't it a bit too early?"

"It's not too early, after three days, go to the Haotian Palace, and you will get the answer. If the senior is willing to teach me the method of becoming a saint, then the poor Taoist will worship him as a teacher, respect him as the ancestor of Taoism, and worship him for generations. Don't rebel!" The person who spoke this time was a fat monk with a wide body and a fat body, with a kind face on his face, which seemed to be very kind.

"Poverty Zhunti, from the barren land of the west, today I can see senior Haotian preaching the Tao, it is really a worthwhile trip!"

Sanqing and the others glanced at Zhunti, and found that this person was very ordinary among the innate gods, and there was nothing special about him at all. In addition, the other party came from the barren west, and everyone was too lazy to talk to him. At that time, Zhunti stood there dumbfounded, but no one answered his words.

Zhunti was a little embarrassed, but he was not angry. Over the years, he had been used to the discrimination against the West by these innate gods. Haotian Palace thirty-three days away!

hum!

However, at this moment, just as the gods were about to leave, a mighty force suddenly descended from the sky in the void, suppressing the innate gods in place again.

"what happened?"

"Could it be that senior Haotian is back?"

"It's not like what senior Haotian did, it seems...someone has become a saint again!"

Just when the gods were astonished, in the void, the rain of flowers fell again, the shadow of the Golden Crow and Divine Phoenix appeared out of thin air, endless golden lotus flowers spread all over the void, and the familiar rhythm of the Great Dao and the Sound of Naruto resounded again.

hum!

The huge altar, as vast and majestic as a sun star, once again appeared above the endless void, and the familiar shadow of the altar made the gods swallow their saliva.

"Is someone really sanctified again?"

"What day is it today, why are they consecrated together? Could it be that Tiandao can't wholesale holy seats today?"

Looking at the fairy-like old man in green robe above the altar, the black question marks on the faces of Sanqing and others, the seniors who are sanctified today seem to have appeared out of thin air. They have never seen it before. Could it be that they were born after the birth of Hong Huang? The first batch of innate gods?

Especially Sanqing, at this time, I can't help but feel puzzled, and even more dissatisfied. The three of us are transformed by Pangu Yuanshen. Qualified to be a saint?