Great Dao Ji

Time and space are like water, flowing endlessly, running forever, seemingly endless.

An Qisheng stood there and looked across the river.

This is not the first time he has seen the long river of time and space, but he has never seen such a magnificent long river.

Thousands of universes, the world of Hengsha.

The endless dimensional void and countless creatures are all within it.

For every small wave on the long river, many worlds change accordingly. The most insignificant drop of water is the magnificent life of a genius.

Being in it, in today's realm, An Qisheng seems to have the illusion of being lost in it.

He saw the Holy Mountain of Dou Fa collapse, he saw Bodhi fighting against the old dragon, and he saw people in all the holy places in the heavens and earth recovering from seclusion.

I also saw Mu Longcheng looking confused on the high platform, as if he was thinking about something.

Similarly, I also saw the ephemera gate that searched the world, and the starry sky building owner whose traces were never found again after a sudden glance.

The ultimate achievement of the Tao, regulating time, integrating all possible variables, even if it is imprinted on the long river of destiny of all living beings in the world, there are only a few scattered traces.

He didn't know where the owner of Xingkong Tower was, just as he couldn't find his own location.

In fact, since entering this world, he has been creating doubts in the past, leaving his own traces in various dimensions of time and space, confusing the Starry Sky Building Master.

But he knew very well that the only one who could truly conceal the perception of Starry Sky Tower Master was Bodhi.

Those whose destiny is empty have already begun to show their greatness.

Regardless of whether Mo Yin's existence was born from the collision of wild worlds or was created by 'human beings', Starry Sky Tower Master will never touch it.

The unknown, for beings in the Daoji realm who are almost omniscient, is the greatest terror between heaven and earth.

Therefore, at least until he is not completely sure, Xingkong Louzhu will not target Bodhi.

But it will also attract attention.

And this is his chance.

"Nirvana, Nirvana..."

An Qisheng murmured in his heart.

The last step in Nirvana is called rebirth.

Over the years, he has been by Mo Yin's side, not to use him as a driving force to fight against the Star Lord, but to rely on his unpredictable fate.

Come to absorb and absorb the essence of this realm.

At the beginning of perfecting your own Nirvana, you already have a clear idea and a way to break through the barriers.

At this point, although it is still not perfect, at least the first step has no mistakes and can be used.

And the rest…

"After all, we can't do things behind closed doors..."

Sighed slightly.

Those who seek the Tao may eventually have to walk alone, but if there is no Dharma and Tao from the predecessors, how long will it take to develop it all on their own?

The dragon may soar into the abyss, occupy the sky, or hide in the shallow water, but it will always be the one who transforms into a dragon.

The earth dragon wants to transform into a celestial dragon, and eventually it will soar into the nine heavens.

The reason why An Qisheng chose the wild world was not just for Starry Sky Landlord.

As his thoughts turned, An Qisheng sat cross-legged in the long river of time and space, letting the long river beat him, and gradually disappeared.

The long river of time and space does not remember years. I don’t know how long it has passed.

Or it could just be a blink of an eye, or it could be hundreds of millions of years.

At a certain moment, where An Qisheng had disappeared, a ball of fire suddenly lit up. For a few more moments, the fire burned brighter and brighter.

If anyone is here, they can see that in the blazing fire, there is an alchemy furnace with three legs, two ears, nine orifices and eight holes.

The alchemy furnace buzzed and trembled, as if nine orifices had been opened, absorbing some insubstantial and indescribable breath from the endless river of time and space.

As the breath continued to flow and pour, the fire in the middle of the alchemy furnace was blazing, and a bronze mirror was faintly visible.

Boom!

After an unknown amount of time, a loud noise resounded throughout time and space.

Although it flashed and disappeared, it also attracted powerful and tyrannical gazes from many time and space to peer across time and space.

There are even more tyrannical wills that break through the space-time mezzanine, get rid of the constraints of time and space, break away from the control of fate, and descend on the long river of time and space.

Buzz!

Time and space oscillate, and ripples appear in the long river.

A young Taoist priest with long hair walked over. With a flick of his sleeves, the long river shook, and many wills were shaken back.

"The True Lord of Heavenly Prison!"

There were fluctuations of will, and there seemed to be anger, but eventually the silence receded.

This person is too overbearing and cannot be messed with.

True Lord Heavenly Prison walked across the long river, capturing the remaining breath in time and space. After a few moments, he stopped at the place where the fire disappeared.

"The breath of Nirvana..."

True Lord Heavenly Prison whispered slightly:

"Is there someone else who wants to attack the Heavenly Lord? Who will it be? True Monarch Fuyao? Taoist Dudu? Master Huanjing? Or Taoist Fuyou?"

In the whispers, True Lord Heavenly Prison has already taken action.

His movements were simple and rough. He pinched his fingers together and made a fist mark like a hammer, hitting the river heavily.

Boom!

The long river suddenly rioted, and countless waves surged up.

At the same time, scenes of light and shadow intertwined and changed in front of his eyes, and he vaguely saw a Bagua Dan furnace with profound Tao Yun.

Click~

But in less than a millionth of an instant, all the lights and shadows were shattered, as if they were completely shattered by an invisible force.

The Heavenly Prison Lord's eyes narrowed, as the light and shadow shattered.

He saw a stream of light burst out from the broken alchemy furnace, and at a terrifying speed that made him blush, it disappeared into the incomprehensible time and space.

True Lord Heavenly Prison frowned:

"That seems like...

A bronze mirror? ! "

…

The Great Yong Dynasty seemed to fall apart overnight.

That day, endless luck rolled, and millions of luck dragons were born, crisscrossing the world and galloping across the four poles and eight wildernesses.

In a short time, the endless continent was full of dragons and snakes, and 84,000 vassal states fought again. It seemed that in just a thousand years, the war had spread across the entire continent.

The collapse of luck seemed to break a certain pattern between heaven and earth.

Since that day, many practitioners suddenly found that the spiritual energy between mountains and seas became more and more dense, and it seemed to be easier to pass the tribulation.

Many great practitioners came out of their retreat, either helping the robbers to fight for heaven and earth, or causing the tribulation to pass the tribulation.

And because of the collapse of the dimension ring, the terrifying time and space turbulence was rampant in the void, forcing countless masters hidden in it to come out one after another.

It further triggered disputes between heaven and earth.

The advent of the chaotic world, the boiling of the disaster, and the evaporation of the luck of many robbers, countless old masters were shocked to find.

It seemed that not long after that, those calamity children who had practiced Taoism for less than ten thousand years had actually caught up with them, and even surpassed their countless tens of thousands of years of practice.

For a time, either affected by the war or unable to hold back, more masters walked out of the mountain gate and joined this terrible calamity.

An unprecedented turbulent world, witnessed by everyone, came.

Just as this great calamity was in full swing, a stream of light floated in from the interlayer of endless time and space.

At this time, 120,000 years had passed since the advent of the turbulent world.

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