The ultimate black hand that covers the sky

"Are you really sure?"

The voice of the hero who stepped on the emperor's bones and endured the years was faint.

The person in the coffin didn't answer, just whispered.

"There are countless romances in the world."

"Some people transform themselves into eternity, and others transform themselves into freedom. They illuminate the splendor of the world with one body, accommodate thousands of years of ancient history, and finally transform into a true seed. This is nirvana and inheritance."

"There are also people who are dreaming of eternity, a picture scroll of time and space throughout the eternity, and they have become a field, letting a true seed fall and wait for it to take root and sprout, the flowers bloom and fall, and the Taoist fruit begins to appear."

"Those things that have passed away will eventually reappear, while the things that already exist are disappearing."

"Two heavenly emperors perform on the same stage, the crouching dragon and the phoenix blossom, so that they will be together forever in life and death. The left foot steps on the right foot, spiraling up to the sky."

"The common people are as weak as ants, but they finally occupy a share of truth."

"There can only be one true 'I' at the same time... When he dies, he can be reflected, revived, return from death, and be resurrected in thoughts."

"I don't know when, and I don't know who... I forgot!"

"Someone is planning, maybe they can help Plateau, so that they can truly and completely wipe out all the worlds, wipe out the sky, and make the destruction of all worlds clean and complete."

"At the same time of destruction, accompanied by the splendor of rebirth, it is the return of the eternal world and the reappearance of all living beings!"

"All worlds came from existence to nothing, but we came from nothing to exist, reflecting all eras and all living creatures in the past, hiding them in a big dream..."

"At that time, who is the real history? Who is the real 'truth'?"

"The living and the dead are in complete opposition here... We have traveled through the vast wilderness of the universe, condensed the heaven and earth, and reversed the disillusionment of life and death. Perhaps, we can see a fierce ghost awakening and send him the most sincere 'greetings'—— Is this game fun?"

"Here, step on him, sprint to the supreme realm, and end all cause and effect in the world!"

"All the worlds, all eternity, have been too painful... I have been tortured repeatedly, so it is better to end it with a fight."

The words of the man in the coffin were full of vicissitudes. He wanted justice not for himself, but for the people who had been slaughtered for hundreds of millions of epochs!

"Is the battle over? I'm looking forward to it." The hero who stepped on the emperor's bones said boldly and passionately, "Count me in!"

"Back then, I was short-sighted... What's the point of making a sword out of scraps? I should have made the entire coffin of that person!"

"I can't poop cleanly, and I have to keep my descendants busy... If I don't resuscitate him, beat him to death and maim him, how can I relieve the miserable pain of my dead body for hundreds of millions of years?"

"Hahaha!"

He laughed loudly and had the courage to fear nothing.

The one who stepped on the emperor's bones laughed for a long time before he stopped, "The crouching dragon and phoenix chicks came out together to illuminate the world forever. Are the two of them enough?"

"It's not enough in the first place. Even if one person works for crops and another person works for fields, it's not enough for each other." The man in the coffin replied, "It's just that the plateau has been busy and held sacrifices again and again, creating enough enemies for itself. .”

"Someone has understood the mystery of the bronze coffin of the Three Generations. It is not without reason that heroes with unlimited potential are occasionally created."

"Every sacrifice directed to the source of the plateau is an agitation of thoughts, which will trigger the mechanism and create a hero with boundless potential!"

"One sacrifice makes a person successful...how many years has passed!"

"The more ruthless and ferocious the sacrifices, the more outstanding the heroes created... But in the past, these heroes failed to grow up and died on the way."

"Now, they will also return for the ultimate reckoning!"

…

"Am I going to die here?"

Ye Fan lamented.

The Great Mo statue can destroy the world. Only when you are truly immersed in it can you understand what it means to have no way to go to heaven and no way to enter the earth.

This is simply beyond what human beings can contend with. Even if the Immortal King of Six Paths of Reincarnation joins him, he can't turn the world upside down even if he exerts all his strength. He can only passively wait for the judgment of fate.

When the big mill started turning, boundless pain swept through Ye Fan's heart.

He felt that his body seemed to be decomposed at this moment, turning into pieces one after another, like leaves falling, like light rain flying, crushing bones and ashes, or ashes disappearing.

Ye Fan was in a trance. His soul was swaying and decomposing. He felt that he had turned into particles, each one shining brightly. He had left the original world, reincarnated, and passed away.

This is an indescribable and strange feeling.

Ye Fan could feel that everything about him was being "stripped off", as if he was conducting an ultimate philosophical defense.

——What exactly is "I"? What is "I"?

After losing my body, am I still "me"?

My soul is broken, am I still "me"?

Even if my memory is erased, am I still "me"?

…

All of this was tortured under that world-destroying ordeal, giving Ye Fan a deep and clear understanding while hesitating between life and death.

Of course, the process is anything but comfortable.

The various corpses that were in the same situation as him and fell into the millstone had already been crushed, like plump and juicy meat buns, which were finely ground and exploded, and "juice" flowed out. "...It's just that these "juices" are blood water and soul light!

Everything during his lifetime, even the deepest and unforgettable fighting spirit and obsession, will not have the slightest possibility of being preserved under the cold millstone. It will be wiped out and turned into pure and blank spiritual seeds.

The corpse and blood are refined and become the most original energy!

Everything has been ground down, from body to spirit, back to the source!

So what if you were as magnificent as ever during your lifetime and looked down upon the world?

After death, at the end of reincarnation, everything will come to an end. The glory of the past and the splendor of the previous life will be ground to pieces and will never be seen again!

"Is this reincarnation!"

Ye Fan endured great pain and suffering. At this moment, the power emerged from nowhere to support him, making him immortal, resisting the power of this ghost city in Fengdu and the world-destroying grinding mill, and forced himself to witness it.

The bones and remnant souls of all souls return to their origins, where will they go in the end? !

Gradually, as if the fog cleared, he saw a river, with the years rolling and time rushing towards unknown time and space.

In the river, the blank spiritual seeds are rising and falling, and the origin of the body's refining is floating.

They surged like fertilizer, nourishing a barren soil and maintaining a plant that was struggling to grow - it was very thin, as if it had been hungry for nine meals in three days. It was so helpless that it stopped being picky about food.

In a daze, Ye Fan had an inexplicable feeling in his heart, as if he saw a little thief secretly stealing everything from the dead in the world.

They didn't refuse anyone who came, used waste, recovered true spirits, and emptied the heavens and worlds bit by bit, shouting the slogan - "Not a soul will be left to the darkness!"

——"The greatest kindness we have towards all sentient beings is to prevent them from being reincarnated into this dark and cold world!"

——"The fairyland is moistened to a small extent, the heaven is moistened to a great extent, and the one who is moistening to the middle is entering my dream!"

——"Damn game, permissions are locked and blood is cheated, and free players are like sluts... Abandon the game! You must abandon the game! Fight for the rights of players!"

——"Scorn the Demon Ancestor when you are young, understand the Demon Ancestor when you are wise, and become the Demon Ancestor when you mature!"

——"Lie down and die, the god of death will live forever! If you are a brother, come and play "Crouching Dragon and Phoenix". I'll be waiting for you in 114514 City. See you there!"

"..."

Ye Fan was confused and in a trance. For a moment, he felt the endless torrent of information washing over him and drowning him... It was a weight that life could not bear and could drown him in it.

"not good!"

At the critical moment, he struggled. His true spirit, which had been crushed into particles one after another, was trying hard to shine, resisting a terrifying ingestion force.

It turns out that curiosity killed the cat.

Some things, when you know them and gain insight into them, they will become closer to you.

When you stare into the abyss, the abyss stares into you.

The unknown time and space is catching him at this moment, trying to reincarnate Ye Fan into it.

What happens after you get in?

Ye Fan didn't know, he just felt a great terror arise spontaneously, as if someone was laughing strangely and saying incomprehensible words - "My stupid self, you are finally here! Become my substitute quickly." , I don’t want Zero Zero Seven anymore!”

"No...I can't die...I want to go home...there are so many relatives and friends waiting for me..."

At the critical moment of life and death, Ye Fan struggled, but failed. His broken soul shed a drop of crystal tears.

That's right.

Although he has forgotten the past, there is always a kind of longing that cares about him inexplicably, as if he is his hometown, as if he is a relative.

He doesn't want to die, and he can't die!

This seemed to have touched something. At the end of the unknown time and space, blurry souls emerged one after another.

The emergence of these soul bodies made Ye Fan horrified.

Because they seem to have exactly the same face, similar, similar.

Moreover, it made Ye Fan feel like looking in the mirror!

Great fear clenched Ye Fan's heart at this moment - if he still had this thing.

Fortunately, those souls were glowing with bright smiles, which soothed the fear in his heart.

Moreover, they each have their own temperament, which seems to be caused by the different environments in which they grew up. Each has its own splendor and suffering, creating completely different and unique personalities.

Among them, there is one person who is the most powerful, and his whole body is exuding brilliant light, as if he has been blessed by the supreme power, reborn in suffering, and saved in despair.

Ye Fan looked at him, vaguely as if he had seen his past and present lives.

"I'm going to die, who... can help me take care of my sister... She's still too young, I can't worry..."

That time and that moment, just like this moment!

In the end, this creature took action, shaking open time and space forever, attracting a gaze and relieving Ye Fan from the danger of life and death.

A kind of great road has emerged, which dominates the past and present, and looks down on all the worlds. It is the will of the most powerful person!

"Boom!"

The fairy land is trembling slightly, as if some terrifying existence has revived and is confronting that kind of avenue!

It's just the aftermath, as if all the heavens and worlds have been wiped out, and all eternity has come and gone in just one thought!

At this moment, Ye Fan's breathing stagnated.

——Is the supreme power about to engage in a life-and-death battle?

"Buzz!"

The avenue roared, and billions of time and space were dazzling and brilliant, imprinted into the depths of the fairy land, vibrating the sound of the Tao, with only four words.

Ye Fan paid close attention nervously, and his spirit was extremely tense.

He tried to remember, imprint it on his heart, and freeze it forever... Even if he only gained a little bit from this kind of game confrontation between supreme masters, it would be enough to play a vital role in guiding his own life and practice.

Unfortunately, he was completely numb in the end.

There is no arrogance and domineering attitude that looks down upon the heavens, and there is no ruthlessness that is cold-blooded and destroys the world.

Only in the ordinary and ordinary can it reflect the humanistic spirit and explain that unity is strength.

And, practice is not just about fighting and killing, but also about being humane and worldly!

"Give me some face."

The sound of the Tao roared, and the thunder in Ye Fan's heart was rolling. If thousands of horses galloped - they were all alpacas!

But what made him even more numb and demented was that this method actually worked!

The resurrected will in the fairy land fell silent, as if it had never appeared from the beginning to the end.

The power of the Avenue of Face is so powerful that it is shocking.

——Only the little monks will hurt each other and trample on each other. The big guys are cooperating with each other. Hello, I am good, everyone!

Ye Fan witnessed the dirty transaction, and he was the object of the transaction.

In the bright light, the pull of the unknown time and space on him dissipated, and instead, there was a vague mark floating in the depths of his soul.

Ye Fan examined it carefully and found that it looked like a seed, but it was very shriveled, as if it had been crushed by someone, severely deformed, and lacking vitality.

At the same time, some information spontaneously emerged in his mind for him to interpret and understand.

Seeds need nourishment, they are the avenue, they are the common people, they are sacrifices...

"Take root in the inversion of yin and yang, sprout in the disillusionment of life and death...In the end, the tree of Tao will grow and the light of Tao will bloom, guiding you on the way home..."

At this moment, Ye Fan was tempted.

go home!

He can go home!

Before he could express anything in his joy, he felt the heaven and earth shaking, and time roaring, as if there was an infinite river of time surging, sweeping everything.

Ye Fan fell. This is not a perspective that he can stay in for a long time now.

Before falling, he saw a lot of terrible scenes, which seemed to be a corner of the future and a reappearance of the past.

There is darkness sweeping across, submerging one world after another, harvesting all living beings and treating them like leeks.

There was a mottled altar, and terrifying figures bowed their heads in salute, as if they were paying respect to some kind of person in awe.

The blood-colored wave seemed to condense the eternal sorrow and resentment, emerging from the past and present, gathering under a bloody banner, and brazenly launched a conquest that would last forever.

…

There are too many, embodying the main themes of countless eras, gathered here, shining and brilliant.

However, these seem to be too far away from Ye Fan - after all, he is just a small person now. Even if the sky falls, he wants to hold on, but he is powerless.

The world is darkening, the long river is receding, and all the dreams and wonders are dissipating.

The last thing I saw was a small boat, swimming along the long river of time, carefully avoiding all the wind and waves, and going upstream, as if tracing the endless and distant past, as if someone was at the source. Waiting to be ferried, that is the original ancestor of all spirits, the supreme and supreme Taoist ancestor!