The throne of God is waiting for me

A protruding island in the heart occupies only a part of this cosmic ocean, and there are still large areas of the ocean that are silent in the darkness.

Countless wandering worlds are like reefs, hidden in the deep and boundless cosmic ocean.

Some worlds are just a lonely planet, or a continent floating in the cosmic ocean, that is, a small world. Other worlds are universes formed by countless planets. And the higher level is the multiverse with infinite planes.

In the depths of the distant cosmic sea, in a free-roaming multiverse, countless decaying planes naturally come to an end, and at the same time, in a remote corner, a brand new plane has just been born.

One day, this newly born continent welcomed an uninvited guest.

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Darkness, deep and long darkness.

A consciousness gradually woke up from the darkness, and was immediately swallowed by the weakness that penetrated the soul.

Countless tiny cracks spread on the surface of the soul, and this almost collapsed Yuanshen finally had the idea of ​​thinking from the state of confusion.

However, there was nothing in the blank memory, it was empty. Until the end, he who was sleeping in the depths of the continent could only remember his own name.

Xiao Wang's consciousness slowly spread to the entire continent.

This is a newly born continent, with endless plains and hills, winding mountains like a sleeping dragon, towering peaks, dark and deep canyons... Everything is like countless magnificent paintings, but there is no trace of life, this continent is desolate.

I don't know how long it has been.

The spiritual energy between heaven and earth is full, and sometimes it even gathers into a turbulent spiritual energy storm. One day, the boundless spiritual energy rain fell down, and Xiao Wang noticed the birth of the first breath of life.

For an unknown number of years, Xiao Wang's consciousness has always been floating between heaven and earth like a ghost, sometimes sleeping and sometimes awake.

Unconsciously, he saw the first life being born; saw countless races vying to rule the earth; saw the rivers disintegrate into sand and dust, and the sea gradually turned into mulberry fields; finally, he saw the birth of the human race.

And Xiao Wang's soul became weaker and weaker over the long years, and it was unknown when it would completely dissipate.

Obviously, the spiritual energy in this world was full, but it had no effect on the injury on his soul. With a blank memory, he had no idea why he was injured, and could only let more and more small cracks spread. At this time, his soul was almost transparent.

What Xiao Wang didn't know was that his injury involved the supreme rules of fate, so how could it be solved by just a little spiritual energy?

In the Earth Star World, the moment the sword was swung to cut off the web of fate, the backlash from the rules of fate was all added to Xiao Wang's body. If he hadn't broken through to the void realm long ago, I'm afraid he would be annihilated on the spot.

Deep in the deserted mountains, a faint white mist rose like smoke. In the mist, a transparent soul gradually solidified in the air. With white clothes like clouds and snow, and black hair like ink, he looked like transparent smoke, as if he would dissipate at any time, but his lacquer-like eyes were still calm.

Xiao Wang's consciousness swept around, and a bird quietly watching on the treetops suddenly stiffened its body, even forgetting to flap its wings, and fell to the ground with a "snap".

A smile appeared in Xiao Wang's eyes, and then he left the deserted mountain quietly.

Since the soul is dissipating every minute and every second, it is better to watch the scenery on the continent instead of dissipating silently in a quiet sleep.

A stream slowly flows out of the mountain stream and meanders into the sea. Xiao Wang followed the stream down.

From time to time, a smooth-furred spirit beast would leisurely come to the stream to drink water, with a lively and lively look in its moving eyes. A snow-white deer even curiously nudged Xiao Wang's illusory hem with its horns. Naturally, it nudged the air directly, and even accidentally fell into the stream. It was still confused until it climbed ashore.

The magnificent picture scrolls unique to nature unfolded one by one in front of Xiao Wang's eyes. He swam freely in this newborn world, and felt that the laws and avenues of heaven and earth were all displayed in front of him without any cover. The constant perception collided in his heart, making his realm more and more unfathomable.

The rules of the avenues turned into invisible silk threads and intertwined in Xiao Wang's soul, slightly repairing the cracks that were about to spread, temporarily delaying the trend of the soul's collapse.

In such practice, time became unpredictable. A small wooden boat drifted down the stream, and the white-clothed man on the boat lay casually on the deck, with black hair scattered like clouds, making his perfect face more ethereal and unstained by smoke and dust. It was like a black and white ink painting.

The man in white extended his left hand from his sleeve, naturally hanging on the side of the boat, and gently touched the cold water with his fingertips. His eyes were slightly closed, and his long eyelashes covered his eyelids, as if he had fallen into a deep sleep.

Endless Taoism permeated his body, and even the surrounding space was rendered quiet. The fish spit bubbles gently in the water, and the chasing beasts also slowed down their pace silently, and the small wooden boat drifted by leisurely.

"Plop!" The long-lost peace was suddenly broken.

At night, the water surface suddenly splashed with waves, and a bleeding figure ran all the way and fell into the water.

In the swaddling clothes protected by him, the baby cried loudly. It seemed to sense something.

The next moment, a howling wind swept up from a hundred miles away, the whistling wind passed through the forest and leaves, and the dense ghost energy was like a sharp claw, grabbing the swaddling clothes that were about to fall into the water.

The white-clothed man who had been sleeping on the small wooden boat suddenly opened his eyes and looked over here casually.

The sun hanging high in the sky itself is neither good nor evil, but if a mortal tries to get close, just a ray of scorching light is enough to burn it into ashes.

"Ah——"

In Xiao Wang's understated eyes, the evil ghost seemed to have encountered the most terrible attack in the world. Just after a shrill scream, the syllables had not disappeared, and the body wrapped in the dense ghost energy was instantly annihilated, leaving no trace.

All this process was extremely fast, and Xiao Wang even had the slack to reach out and catch the swaddling clothes that were about to fall into the stream.

In the swaddling clothes wrapped in snow-white animal skin, the baby who was crying loudly just now stopped crying, his eyes rolling, curiously staring at Xiao Wang, with a big smile on his face with tears still on his face.

The ethereal Taoism around Xiao Wang made the baby feel extremely relaxed and close. He closed his eyes and soon snored in a relaxed manner.

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According to this, a hundred miles away, the ghost energy was soaring.

A human tribe was attacked by evil ghosts, and the howling cold wind swept everywhere. The ghost shadows were carried by the cold wind and pounced into the crowd. People kept falling to the ground, their bodies turned into mummies, and their vigorous human energy was completely swallowed by the evil ghosts.

Others were almost tearing their eyes out when they saw it, and the young and strong who had a little courage waved special wooden spears and rushed directly up. The wooden spears had a faint white light, and when they stabbed the evil ghosts, white smoke would come out. The evil ghosts became more ferocious after being attacked, and they kept turning into ghosts and rushing towards the crowd. For a while, people and ghosts fought fiercely.

In the end, the living people were not as ferocious as the evil ghosts, and they kept retreating into the village wall inside the tribe, leaving more and more mummies along the way.

In front of an altar in the center of the tribe, the old priest led everyone to worship the ancestors devoutly. The faint white light radiated from the altar, dispelling the ghosts around. Everyone just breathed a sigh of relief, and saw the cold wind suddenly roaring, and groups of evil ghosts chased after the young and strong and rushed in.

In the center of the altar, the wooden plaque representing the ancestral spirits crackled, the white light dissipated, and even the wooden spears lost their magical effects. The ghosts had already rushed in, leaving behind one mummies after another. Everyone was in chaos, and the sound of wailing continued.

A phantom white shadow suddenly appeared out of thin air above the tribe, as if the earth had shrunk to an inch in an instant.

The man in white looked down at the chaotic scene below with cold eyes, and the sleeves of his robe fluttered gently, and the countless evil ghosts below were completely turned into ashes, and the yin energy in the sky dissipated completely.

His illusory and hazy figure was like a touch of cold mist under the moonlight, floating and uncertain. The invisible Tao rhyme quietly surrounded him, like a fairy or a god.

The people who survived the disaster looked up in a daze, and before they could make any comments, they saw a swaddling cloth wrapped in animal skins floating down from the sky, landing lightly and silently on the altar. In the swaddling cloth, a cute little baby was sleeping soundly.

Everyone was stunned, and looked up again, but saw that the night sky was as pure as ink, and a bright moon was hanging high. Where was the shadow of the man in white?

At this time, Xiao Wang had already returned to the wooden boat and drifted down for an unknown distance. ▽思▽Rabbit▽在▽在线▽Read▽

The tribe just now was not chosen by him at random, but he followed the blood induction in the baby's body. Before leaving, he had left the place where he met the other party in everyone's mind. It must be that those people will come to the stream to collect the body of that tribe member soon.

Going down the stream, Xiao Wang met several waves of wild ghosts again. Those ghosts who still have reason to stay away from them, and some evil ghosts who have completely lost their minds rushed up in a daze, and naturally they all turned into ashes.

Xiao Wang looked up at the stars in the sky and calculated in his heart: "It is indeed the day of the most yin, and all these messed things have come out."

This world was born not long ago, the laws of the great way are not yet perfect, and there is no way to talk about reincarnation. After many people died, they had to turn into ghosts and wander outside. If it does not absorb human energy, its soul will gradually wear away; if it absorbs human energy, it will become an evil ghost over time and lose its rationality.

Therefore, the current human race is still difficult to survive. Not only must we guard against large beasts in the mountains and forests, but we must also beware of evil ghosts at night.

In general, tribes use sacrifices to ancestral spirits to resist evil ghosts. However, if the ancestral spirits are not strong enough, when facing the invasion of evil ghosts, it is very likely that they will be like the previous tribe. If Xiao Wang had not appeared, they would have been swallowed up by evil ghosts.

On weekdays, as long as there is no large group of evil ghosts turning into a ghost tide, the power of the ancestral spirits is often enough to protect a small tribe. But today is special. According to Xiao Wang's speculation, the yin energy between heaven and earth is extremely dense this night, which is of great help to those ghosts. I think I don't know how many small tribes have been destroyed by now.

Xiao Wang lay quietly on the small wooden boat, drifting down the stream, his eyes slightly closed, as if he fell asleep again.

... It's okay to solve this kind of thing when you encounter it. This continent is so vast that he cannot rescue all the tribes one by one. Everything depends on themselves.

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The laws of the great way between heaven and earth unfolded like a scroll in front of Xiao Wang's eyes. Unconsciously, he was immersed in his perception again and forgot everything around him.

Until the prayers in the dark sounded in his ears, and the strange light gathered towards him, Xiao Wang suddenly woke up, stretched out his hand and touched the countless lights gathered around him, and a series of devout prayers suddenly sounded in his mind.

Following some invisible connection, Xiao Wang's consciousness crossed an unknown distance and probed into the past.

A slightly familiar small tribe appeared in front of Xiao Wang. On the simple altar in the center of the tribe was a three-foot-high statue made of clay, dressed in white, and the blurred face was covered with a mask. At this time, all the people in the tribe surrounded the altar and worshiped devoutly. The old priest placed the sacrifice and kowtowed heavily to the statue on the altar to show his gratitude.

The light of stars poured out from everyone and gathered towards Xiao Wang. Just the moment of contact made Xiao Wang understand its essence.

Xiao Wang was extremely shocked: "Is this... the light of faith?"

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This small tribe called "Shanyin" has few people, so the light of faith that converges on Xiao Wang is also very limited. At this time, these lights of faith are like starlight embellishing the corners of Xiao Wang's robe, containing the most simple blessings of many people, with a hint of cool breath, making the cracks on Xiao Wang's soul feel comfortable, as if they were coated with cool ointment.

Xiao Wang's expression flashed with surprise.

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