Calamity of Tomorrow

Looking at the scene in front of him, Zhou Bai was startled: "This is the so-called trapped void memory?"

At this moment, Zhou Bai still remembers the memories obtained in the past. Almost all of them were Ji Wufan who used the sixty-four hexagrams to fill the void.

‘Then this memory, is he really using the sixty-four hexagrams to fill the picture of the void? ’

...

"master!"

A teenager appears in the picture, respectfully saying: "All the monks in the world have counted."

In the sky, an immortal who fluttered a robe and brought ripples of space between the actions came to the front: "No annoying immortal, all the immortals of the Seven Avenues of the World are here."

Another Zhengshen wearing a battle armor, burning golden flames all over his body, brought down a rainbow of light: "Xianzun, the Twelve Lords of Heaven, a total of 3600 gods arrived."

Looking at the people, immortals, and gods in the picture, an old voice came from the outside of the picture: "Since my Ziyun Palace forged the void, forty-four hexagrams were cast, except for me, all the doors were killed by the void and back bitten. After hundreds of years, generations of generations have succeeded, sacrificing the years and resources of countless people to practice the Tao ... "

"Today, sixty-four hexagrams have been made, and finally they can fill the void and reshape the heavens ..."

The teenager looked over in tears: "Master ..."

The old voice said, "Life and death are part of the natural nature of heaven and earth. You and I are monks, and we will be the youngest daughters, and this Ziyun Palace will be given to you."

The young man held back his tears and choked and said, "... the disciples will carry forward the Ziyun Palace. Everyone in the world can cultivate immortals regardless of their value."

"I can rest assured that the human race can be passed on from generation to generation."

The picture turned to the side of a fairy and a god, and the voice of the old voice sounded: "After that break the void, it is up to you."

One immortal and one **** nodded respectfully.

The next moment, I saw countless immortals and monks joining together, as if forming a large array.

Sixty-four pillars of light penetrated the sky, and the last one pierced into the whirlpool.

Each beam of light penetrates into the vortex, and the black vortex shrinks.

When the last beam of light was stabbed away, the picture in front of it went along with the beam of light, accompanied by a loud noise, and was thrown into the beam of light.

...

Looking at the endless darkness in front of his eyes, Zhou Bai secretly said in his heart: ‘This is Ji Wufan, with sixty-four gossips, into the void together? ’

When Zhou Bai wondered if this memory was over, the darkness in front of him suddenly disappeared.

Appearing in front of Zhou Bai are the appearances of the mountain gates, monks, human beings, and immortals.

The fragments appeared in front of him, although he could not see the details clearly, but he could know the trajectory of historical development.

...

one year later.

The boy stood on the main hall of the Ziyun Palace and looked at the newly-accepted disciples in front of the hall with a smile on his face.

He turned around and saw the golden statue of Ji Wufan, sighing: "Master, if you go to Taiping today, and under the Ziyun Palace, everyone can practice, no longer distinguish between expensive and cheap."

"Tianting has seized all the Void Art, and the Seventh Avenue has banned the use of Void power."

"After hundreds of years and thousands of years, no one in the world will ever know the power of the void."

"I beg the heavenly gods to use Taihao Xiangang to build this statue for you. It has existed for hundreds of millions of years, and one is watching the future of mankind."

...

The light and shadow bounced, and the picture in front of me became brighter.

A hundred years later.

The teenager has become a youth, with vicissitudes in his eyes.

Looking at the huge statue in front of him, the young man sighed, "Master, no one in the world today knows the existence of void."

"The penetration of the Nether Force is almost nonexistent, and the world is flourishing."

"Every human race, everyone has the right to practice spirituality."

"Master, we succeeded."

"The heavens and the Seven Avenues will be discussed, and each day in the future will be positioned to make up the day to commemorate the contributions of you and your predecessors.

...

The light and shadow bounced, and the picture in front of him was extremely bright, emitting bursts of soft light.

After a thousand years.

A young man with white hair sat in front of the statue, and there seemed to be a star-wheel rotation in the eyes, alternating between the sun and the moon.

"All relevant information about the void has been cleared."

"Master, no one in this world remembers things in the void except some fairy gods and old guys."

"The connection between the void and the physical world has been completely cut off by us."

"I'm about to soar. Over the years, we have explored more and more places, the number of monks has increased, and every year there are endless talents."

"The human race is becoming more prosperous."

"Today is another day, thank you, Master."

"You created this golden age."

...

In a white light, the statue was surrounded by vicissitudes of the sea.

Ten thousand years later.

Two young monks passed by the statue, looked at the statue and said, "Why is there such a statue in the backyard? Who is this man?"

"This is the founder of the Ziyun Palace. There is nothing to worry about Xianzun. Every year I make up the day to commemorate him."

"Ah? This is what Wuxian Zun looks like? Make up for the sun, is it really made up for him?"

"According to several elders, the supplementary day should be a crisis of extinction in the past."

"Don't say, don't say, let's get ready for the exam. I haven't been able to practice Jindan for 30 years. If the exam is no longer possible, the next supply will be reduced.

...

The picture changes, but it is no longer as bright as it was just, but gradually began to dim.

After 100,000 years.

A fragment of the wall around the statue looks desolate.

Dozens of light burst through the clouds and fell around the statue.

"This is the ancient path, the ruins of the Ziyun Palace?"

"I heard that in the former Ziyun Palace, there was no distinction between high and low, and all mortals all earned income and practiced in a unified way."

"There is such a door? Isn't that a lot of food wasted on a stick of scrap?"

"Isn't that? Qualifications like ours are not ordinary in every avenue, but one year of training is worthy of the mediocre in the world for ten or more years."

"Everyone practices spirituality but digs their own grave, so this Ziyun Palace is not as good as the next generation. The talents for spiritual cultivation are diluted and insufficient. The talents are wasted, but they have not achieved much success."

"It is said that the later head wanted to improve the system of the palace, expel all the mediocre people out of the court, and bring a group of geniuses to practice and reorganize the door."

"The results of it?"

"They were besieged by hundreds of thousands of mediocre monks. Although these geniuses are qualified, they have insufficient resources to cultivate and fail to grow up."

"In the end, both sides lost, and the Ziyun Palace was torn apart and gradually withered."

"Well? There is a statue left here? Who is this statue carved on?"

"I don't know, maybe some senior in the Ziyun Palace."