A true bone statue, the carrier of the ancestral lineage.
Carved and shaped from the ancestor's own bones and blood, he stood within the Taoist tradition and enjoyed thousands of incense, food, and wealth. Because at the level of true one, the spirit can no longer nourish them, which makes the ancestors go further in a relatively short period of time. In the past, in Kyushu, the creatures who entered the True Realm absorbed the essence and relied on the faith of the followers in the established sect.
Incense is also a source of some kind. It is just a different type from the original source of the beginning of heaven and earth, but there is no difference in essence, but it is quite subtle.
It’s not that without the sefirah, ancestors would be unable to practice. It is too slow, so slow that it makes most ancestors despair. This is also the reason why the creatures of the True First Realm are become "ancestors" by all living beings. The ancestor of one method, the ancestor of Taoism. The ancestor traveled across the land of Jiuzhou to preach, establish a Taoist tradition, and gather followers. Those who join his Taoist tradition are all close relatives. This move can not only help fellow travelers, but also help the beings in the True Realm to practice. Over time, it is common for creatures who have entered the True First Realm to establish an orthodoxy.
The creation of a small world is based on Taoism and has never abandoned any believers. Regardless of whether they are old or young, those who have the mark of the ancestors in their hearts are believers, and they leave Kyushu with the small world.
The entire Taoist tradition is based on the ancestors and spreads out to separate heaven and earth. Master Yuchai Shunde is the heaven of the people here.
No need to worry about cutting, it is easier to just peel off the whole thing. This is also the reason why the Supremes opened up small worlds for the top orthodoxy in the world and did not fill them with the geniuses of the Nine Provinces. The geniuses will not mark the shadows of other living beings. Perhaps given time, these geniuses will also become ancestors, or even the unshakable ones among the ancestors. But obviously, if the supreme ones can be forced to take action, there may not be enough time for those geniuses to grow up.
Furthermore, what about growing up?
Who among the ancestors who opened up the small world and preserved the fire is not the unparalleled genius who overpowers those who travel with them? Which is more important between the geniuses who have not grown up and the geniuses who have become ancestors? The Supreme Lord of Kyushu has already given the answer tens of millions of years ago.
The current Kyushu has nothing to do with their past homeland.
The attitude of people in the small world towards Kyushu in this world all depends on what the Master thinks. It is obvious that the Master regards this revived Kyushu as a vegetable garden.
She wanted to take advantage of the beginning of heaven and earth to evolve into a holy road.
Then they, the monks, must do their best to pave the way for the Master and kill those who stand in the way.
The eyes of the three emperors once again fell on the white jade bone sculpture dragged in the woman's hand. This is the closed-eyes image among the nine images of the Master. It is said to be the second image made after the Master achieved True One.
Usually there are only two or three images of the true one, but occasionally there are five or six images.
But as far as Wu Chonghuang knew, the ancestors who survived from Kyushu were all Jiuxiang, and their combat talents were so terrifying that even those in the same realm trembled with fear. The fact that they can create nine images is not the upper limit, because they can only create nine images at most. Without the opportunity to become saints, they can't make any progress at the nine images. "The Master is so worried?" the emperor sitting in the east asked.
There are four hands of the Master here, there are three emperors who have achieved the ultimate palace realm for thousands of years, and the Master actually returned the true image.
"The Master has a bad premonition." Wu Chonghuang, who was sitting in the north, lowered his voice, "In our realm, we all have subtle perceptions of the future, let alone the Master?"
"There is a closed-eyes statue given by the Master. Even if this statue loses most of its will power due to crossing the boundary, it is enough to crush all living beings in the true realm!"
“Wait, say the kings.
Their eyes were lowered, looking calmly and fervently at the dark sacred mountain in front of them, which was the key to their ancestors reshaping the Dharmakaya. Time is running out.
Fish and dragons all over the sky gathered into a galaxy, reflected in the young man's eyes.
They ate the last evil god.
These evil gods were tamed by Xi Huang and released into the mountains. They did not run far in this short night, and Li Xi'an could easily catch up with them.
It seems that the King of Xi has the plan to annihilate the Li tribe and wait until the death of the cricket to let these evil gods compete for the power of Shiwandashan.
Looking at Li Xi'an's gaze, Miao understood what the red dragon was thinking.
"I can only faintly perceive some of this mountain range, and the rest is completely unclear. It is no different from ordinary creatures. Maybe you are an exception, at least no creature I know is called a god."
After receiving the answer, Li Xi'an turned to look at the group of fish and dragons. Since he didn't know, he didn't ask any more questions.
They are undergoing their first metamorphosis.
The fish and dragons ate the evil god, swallowed the complete evil-containing method, and then re-outlined their bodies.
Rely on primitive instinct to distinguish between good and evil and eliminate clutter.
Big food and big evil.
All things can be eaten, and all evil can be destroyed.
Li Xi'an stepped onto a river. The human form disappeared, the water tumbled, and the red behemoth would sometimes reveal its rugged back and dead wood branches. The dazzling golden color was difficult to hide under the small waterfall formed by breaking through the water.
He is swimming, manifesting his dragon form.
The ichthyosaurs transformed, and Li Xi'an gave these little guys his own blueprint for reference. When he was in the depths of the Yellow River Basin, those fish and dragons were hunting old turtles and passing by, he behaved like an elder. In other words, the ichthyosaurs regarded Li Xi'an as a member of the same race. When the ichthyosaurs transformed, he manifested and gave him some reference. With the existence of primitive instincts, he is not worried that these creatures will go astray in their evolution.
The transformation lasted for a long time, and when night fell, the golden light in the sky was still shining.
The dragon had retreated to a distant mountain a long time ago and sat down. The river where the dragon swam was not only watched by fish and dragons, but also attracted the rising creatures near the river.
These rising creatures sensed that the red dragons in the river had no ill intentions and allowed them to establish themselves here.
After nightfall, the creatures become more active. The entire mountain range seems to come alive. Insects are chirping and birds are chirping. Birds of prey are flying by with wings spread. Mountain-like jackals, tigers and leopards are beginning to hunt. This is the normal state deep in the mountains. Even if the creatures embark on the road, it will not change. The laws of nature do not need to change for them.
Living in harmony with nature is the best way to survive.
But around this river, all creatures lowered their bodies and placed their heads gently on the ground. There are wolves and deer side by side, snakes and rats living in peace.
They were devoutly witnessing the evolution of a dragon.
Those ichthyosaurs also changed accordingly. Their tail fins were longer, more like a snake's long tail, and their mouths were extended, starting to be closer to dragons than fish. The golden light in the sky illuminated the mountain-like figures deep in the mountains. They stood side by side, almost centered around the river where the red dragons swam, like stretching mountains rising out of thin air.
The mole sat on the top of a distant mountain and splashed ink. Using his shell as a scroll, he wanted to paint the scene.
The dragon transforms into magic, and all the spirits worship.
At the bottom of the river, a dragon shaped like a straight arrow stirred the water, and the mirror-deep river surface was stirred up by layers of white waves, as if the dragon had pulled the clouds from the sky into the river.
A trace of doubt flashed through his giant golden eyes.
He raised his head and looked ferociously in a certain direction.
Li Xi'an heard some kind of whisper, coming from the depths of Shiwan Mountain.
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