Journey Through the Plane of the Lord God

"Boom!"

Violent thunder began to explode in the sky.

"Crash!"

The hurricane churning on the sea, mixed with endless waves, stirs everything on the Pacific Ocean.

On this vast ocean, on the edge of a large ocean storm, a small sailing fleet composed of five wooden three-masted sailing ships was moving in the opposite direction of the storm's position.

On these classic wooden sailing ships of the old era, all the sailors were full of determination at this moment. Under the leadership of the captain, they drove the giant ship to resist the strong winds and huge waves, and performed scenes of human beings' tenacious struggle against nature, which was touching.

A glorious scene of humanity.

However, these brilliance of humanity cannot cover up their own original sin. From the logo of the East Tianzhu Company on the lower right side of the fleet's flag, it can be seen that this is a slave fleet that traffics in the same kind of human beings.

As time goes by, the wind and waves on the sea have become stronger and stronger. The slave fleet composed of five wooden square sailing ships, but in the flagship of the fleet on the far left, the Makradi, there is a very excellent navigator——Ke

Under the leadership of Captain Volmore, we moved further and further away from the core area of ​​the storm.

Just when we were about to escape the reach of the storm, an accident suddenly happened!

"Captain Colmo, there is something wrong with our last Colotilda!"

"It deviated from the pilotage of our Makradi!"

First Mate Jackmore's panicked voice appeared behind him along with hurried footsteps, interrupting Captain Coleman who was on the bow deck, holding a telescope in one hand and observing the route ahead.

It was rare in this era that the captain without a beard turned around quickly, adjusted the voyage telescope in his hand to the maximum scale, and looked towards the tail of the fleet.

In the turbulent sea water, he happened to see the crimson fireworks rising from the Colotilda, which was a signal of slave rebellion.

Although riots on slave ships were not common, they were not uncommon. When Captain Colmore was still involved in the Caribbean route, among the thousands of slave ships that passed there every year, one or two ships would always riot.

But when it comes to the Pacific route, when transporting these extremely honest civilians with braided hair who were bought from the greedy local officials of the Daqing Dynasty and deceived onto the ship, there has never been such a bold rebellion!

If it were normal times, then Captain Colmore would have ordered the fleet to stop advancing and let other ships return to suppress the rioting slave ship.

But now, with the storm following, he did not dare to issue such an order. The pure straight-line reverse of the sailboat was a very troublesome operation, not to mention that in such natural weather, it was no different from death!

"Damn these weathers, damn lowly braided people!"

"How dare they! How dare they..."

In Captain Colmore's vicious curse, the sailboat that had stopped due to the riot had returned from half sail to full sail, turned 45° to the right, and sailed at full speed in another direction outside the storm area...

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When the first ray of sunlight in the morning shines through the semi-hazy inferior glass into the captain's cabin on the top deck of the Colotilda.

"who I am?"

A vague will that seemed to have been confused for a long time came back to the mind of this very young boy lying on the big bed in the captain's cabin.

"Here, what is this place?"

The boy opened his confused eyes and looked at the surrounding scene, muttering in his mouth while struggling to stand up.

However, at this time, a huge flow of information suddenly poured into his mind, making him feel his mind sinking, his vision going dark, and he suddenly fell into the big bed behind him.

After a while, the young boy, who looked to be only eleven or twelve years old, opened his eyes again. The confusion in his pupils had disappeared, leaving only the calmness and calmness of an adult.

"I am the freest incarnation of Edward."

"No, maybe I am no longer an incarnation. To use the words of the Eastern Immortals of this plane in my memory, I should be a further, more independent existence, similar to the 'second soul'."

As the being who carries Edward in white robes' attachment to his hometown, although this young man with yellow skin is currently the weakest, as his words say, he is the one with the highest authority and the most freedom among all the incarnations of Edward, and the most important person in Edward's body.

Relationship is more like two flowers blooming on a vine, but the flower named Edward has complete control over the vine.

He first used an affirmative tone, murmured in a low voice, and then closed his eyes slightly.

For this young body to be favored by Edward in White, who has already half-stepped into the realm of immortal gods and demons, and become the carrier of his special incarnation, he naturally has an extraordinary background and aura.

Even it itself has a relatively complete inheritance of immortality.

His thinking and will skillfully used the methods left in the body's own memory, and in a trance, his consciousness appeared in a vast sea of ​​consciousness.

"The sea of ​​consciousness in this immortal civilization is indeed fundamentally different from the pure spiritual sea of ​​consciousness of the caster."

The thought and will turned into the physical form of the young man outside, walking in this dark space that made him feel extremely warm. While comparing this sea of ​​​​consciousness space that was far larger and more magnificent than that of a formal caster, he

We walked very directly to the center of the sea of ​​consciousness.

There, an ancient bamboo slip made of the finest warm jade and covered with gleaming white light brought a glimmer of light to this dark sea of ​​consciousness.

As if it had autonomous consciousness, when the young man walked slowly over, the ancient bamboo slips trembled slightly, separated from the void of the sea of ​​consciousness, and floated in front of him.

The "Taiping Qingling Book" composed of five ancient bells and tripods from the Shang and Zhou dynasties is the first to appear above.

Then, with the ancient and eternal breath and the warm and magnificent brilliance, it slowly opened in front of him, and endless information emerged from the bamboo slips "Taiping Qingling Book" and merged into his sea of ​​consciousness.

If this huge information were poured directly into his physical brain, he would probably fall into coma just like when he got up just now.

Although his body has some signs of exercise, it is still very weak due to his young age.

If it is directly transmitted to his sea of ​​consciousness, then as Edward's incarnation, although he does not have strong spiritual power in his sea of ​​consciousness, he still has a half-step third-level soul essence, which is enough for him to accept these "Taiping Qingling" smoothly.

The inheritance information of "Book".

From the most recent inheritor of the "Taiping Qingling Book", this body's father Huang Tiantian King Hong Xiuquan left annotations, until the first generation obtained the "Taiping Qingling Book", the inscription on the corner of Daping Dao at the end of the Han Dynasty

record

recorded; coupled with the true teaching method of the "Taiping Qingling Book" - Huangtian Dao, the information left by hundreds of inheritors in the "Taiping Qingling Book" allows young people to understand the world almost instantly

Gained an extraordinary understanding.

This inheritance seemed to have taken a long time in the sea of ​​consciousness, but when the young man withdrew from the sea of ​​consciousness, took over the body again and walked to the wall clock in the captain's room, only ten minutes had passed.

Standing in front of the half-length mirror next to the wall clock, he looked at the figure that was 70% similar to Liu Ming in the memory of the Celestial Realm. The young man smiled calmly and his brain was thinking at high speed.

"It's really a world where fairies and demons dance wildly, and facts are not the truth!"

"Mythical novels about the celestial realm, and even some Eastern gods and demons in the movies and TV shows I've watched, have all become real in this world."

"The last group of high-ranking immortals and demons, led by Li Yingqiong, the third generation head of Shushan Sect, extracted the last ancestral vein of dragon energy in China, and based on Ningbi Cliff, they refined it into a large-scale starry sky shuttle.

A hundred years ago, I set foot on the starry sky to chase the spiritual energy tide, and was far away from the earth."

"On the earth where the spiritual tide passed away, in the east, pure Qi training gradually declined. Only the Maoshan Talisman lineage flourished briefly, like a flashback, supporting the backbone of the righteous path."

"In the Western Continent, modern science has shown its buds with the development of steam engines. Those ancient sacred and evil gods have gradually become unable to respond to their believers and have gradually become legends."

"The father of this body, Hong Xiuquan, is also an extraordinary figure in the memory of my previous life. Although he failed in the end, he left me a sufficient legacy."

"In this case, in this world, I will continue the name of your descendant - Hong Tiangui!"

"That guy Edward chose to become the great magician of the West."

"Then I, Hong Tiangui, should become the Huangtian Taoist of the East, and by the way, before the big light ball is officially opened, I can complete the exchange data of the main god's Xianxia side!"

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