The sigh was long, as if coming from the endless river of time.
As An Qisheng's thoughts moved, all the words that had been engraved on the stone tablet shone brightly in his mind.
The heaven and earth are like a mirror, and all living things and spirits are in it. All the past events, even if they have long been forgotten by countless people, still have traces in the heaven and earth.
The essence of dreaming is to perceive, capture, and then through these many traces, gain insight into everything that has happened in the world.
Even, 'return' to the time where the traces are located.
In a sense, it is not bad to travel through time and space.
Buzz~
The sea of mind rippled, and the rays of light stretched infinitely in An Qisheng's perception, and the smallest details were infinitely magnified in his perception.
Faintly, he once again felt everything he had experienced with this text.
The ups and downs of this text in the sea of my heart...the moment when it was peeled off the stone tablet...the millions of monotonous days that accompanied the stone tablet...
Everything is reflected in that light.
It seemed that time was flowing backward in his perception.
"Source produces quality, quality produces space, space produces time, time produces all things... To a certain extent, time is a variable and extension of space..."
An Qisheng's mind changed, and the more than 20,000 years that the stone tablet had experienced had gone back against the current.
In an instant, we arrived twenty thousand years ago.
The first person who saw the traces of this text was a Taoist priest with starched white robes.
The man came from nowhere and arrived at the top of the mountain covered in dust.
"Supreme..."
The Taoist stroked the stone tablet, and the expressions on his face changed, ranging from satisfaction to regret: "There are no immortals in the world. Even a being like the Supreme cannot live forever..."
"It is a pity that I was born in such an era in this life. I am lucky in this life that I can follow the footsteps of the Supreme Being..."
His body was thin, his breath was low, and he seemed to be at the end of his life.
At the end of his life, he incorporated his own cave into this stone tablet and sat in his own cave.
"Useless Taoist..."
An Qisheng's eyes flashed, and everything he saw was slightly distorted. He couldn't see the Taoist's face clearly, but he could hear the sadness in the Taoist's voice.
As a monk, he clearly knows where the road ahead is, but he is unable to go further due to changes in the world. Naturally, only he can feel the feeling.
This stone tablet has experienced a very long time. Among the more than 20,000 years, Taoist Wu Yong was not the only one.
There are also traces of other people.
The passing herb collectors, hunters, casual cultivators, and monks with strong cultivation...
However, despite the passage of time and the passing of people, there was no wave in An Qisheng's heart.
Finally, his mind was shaken.
It was as if I had touched an invisible barrier and penetrated it!
Mountains, flat valleys, grasslands, rivers, flowers, plants, birds and animals...
It's like everything in the painting becomes alive, and the illusion becomes reality.
Huhu~
In the breeze, An Qisheng stretched out his palm and felt the emptiness of the world. For a moment, he felt a little dazed.
With his current state of mind and cultivation, he can naturally see what is virtual, what is illusion, and what is real.
This is not the real past.
But it seems to be no different from the real past.
Into the dream of the great thousand, in the dream of the great thousand, even An Qisheng at this time was amazed by the great power of this 'Tao and One Divine Power'.
The three-star Daqian Dream is not enough to span time and space, but who knows how high the upper limit of this magical power is?
An Qisheng couldn't help but feel more in awe of 'Dao Yitu'.
"Time and space..."
An Qisheng whispered in his heart, already seeing a person and an animal walking slowly and slowly under the mountain.
The man was wearing a green shirt, his figure was tall and slender, and his breath was empty. It seemed that he did not really exist. It was extremely ethereal, but he actually existed.
Behind him, following step by step, was a little white boy with intertwined black and white hair, who looked cute and naive.
"It's really you..."
An Qisheng stood on the top of the mountain, looking at the elegant middle-aged man in blue shirt walking up the mountain, with a ripple in his heart.
In a daze, he seemed to see the unparalleled demon king who had been in the floating world for a long time.
Seeing him sitting on the top of a mountain for forty years, I just lamented the loneliness in the world.
Seeing him in the yellow sand of the desert, raising a glass and pointing out the country, I sighed that none of them were as domineering as me.
See him burning everything, pursuing the brilliance that bursts out of his heart...
The moment An Qisheng lowered his eyes, the man in green clothes also raised his face almost at the same time, and the mountain scenery and the flowing clouds in the sky were reflected in his eyes as light as clouds.
It seemed empty, but it seemed like I could see everything.
"Supreme, what are you looking at?" The naive little Bai Zhen raised his head curiously, looking at the empty mountain top, scratching his head with curiosity.
"The things in this world are really wonderful, and you can't see them clearly, you can't understand them..."
The elegant middle-aged man clasped his hands and sighed, with a trace of undisguised sadness in his tone: "You are not in the past, but in the future..."
"Who? Is this the person you've been looking for?"
Xiao Bai Zhi's eyes widened, but no matter how hard he looked, he couldn't find anything.
It is even more difficult to understand the past and future mentioned by the Supreme.
Could it be that the person that the Supreme Being has been looking for has returned to the present from the future?
"Time is endless and timeless, and space is boundless and eternal. It will not be so difficult for you to understand in the future..."
The elegant middle-aged man said to himself that he had already reached the top of the mountain.
Ten feet apart, we met Pang Wanyang again, but the latter was already a majestic supreme being in the world, and was even called the Ten Great Celestials.
"Pang Wanyang."
An Qisheng was touched in his heart.
But the world is different. He can clearly sense that he has not really stepped into the past, and Pang Wanyang has not come into contact with him.
The two seem to be only ten feet apart, but in fact there are thirty thousand years of time and space between them. To take a step forward requires an unimaginable huge price.
The past can be seen in dreams. Pang Wanyang's divine will can be passed down for tens of thousands of years, but it still cannot bridge the gap of time.
Huhu~
The elegant middle-aged man stands with his hands behind his back, his green shirt flowing in the wind. His eyes contain the vicissitudes of time, as if he heard An Qisheng's words:
"Brother Taoist, the last time we said goodbye was thirty thousand years ago..."
The speed of time in various realms is different. For An Qisheng, it seems to be only hundreds or thousands of years, but for him, it is already thirty thousand years.
After sighing, Pang Wanyang smiled again:
"But now, you can't beat me."
An Qisheng couldn't help but smile.
He doesn't have a strong desire to win, and Pang Wanyang may not still care about everything that happened in the past, but in these words, both of them seemed to be recalling the past.
In the long sand battle in the desert of the floating world, the two of them can inherit each other's inheritance in one battle, which is the most thorough discussion.
Likewise, the two of them have a very deep understanding of each other.
It's just that compared to before, Pang Wanyang at this time has still changed. He has changed from extremely domineering to gentler, even if it just looks like it.
"Your Majesty, who are you talking to?"
Little Bai Zhi hugged his legs curiously and probed to see what he wanted to see. His bloodline was strong, and his strength was not weak even with the guidance of the Supreme Being.
But no matter how hard it looked, it couldn't feel anything except air, vitality, and inspiration.
"With a friend."
The elegant middle-aged man stroked Xiao Baizhi's hair and said, "Go and find a stone tablet. It shouldn't be too big, but should be strong."
"oh."
Little Bai Zhi scratched his head, turned around and disappeared on the top of the mountain.
"Heaven and earth are not connected. What they can accommodate and allow are different. I can feel your presence. Unfortunately, after all, I can't communicate face to face, talk about Taoism, drink wine..."
The elegant middle-aged man sat on the ground, just like ordinary people without the slightest manifestation of supernatural powers, and his green shirt was stained with the color of soil and weeds.
Back to Basics.
Ten feet apart, An Qisheng was also sitting cross-legged, his expression calm and inquisitive.
Everything Pang Wanyang said at this time was still the mystery contained in that text, but unless An Qisheng could sense it, it would be just a sigh.
An Qisheng knew very well that without the ability to enter dreams, at this time, he and his mind would not be able to understand the words Pang Wanyang left tens of thousands of years ago.
But, what could make Pang Wanyang, who is at the top and invincible for a lifetime, so afraid?
"In the battle at Mohai, I gained a lot from your Tai Chi essence to break through the Heaven Gate. Only then did I realize that the difficulty of opening the Heaven Gate is also related to the 'immortal world'..."
If I hadn’t broken the Tianmen, the Yan Kuangzi who would come later would have died behind the Tianmen..."
The elegant middle-aged man spoke slowly and unhurriedly with his memories.
From the time he entered the Heavenly Sect, to when he was born with the essence of the sun and moon in his arms, and was taken under the sect...
And what he downplayed but could still hear was his search for himself.
"I see."
Pang Wanyang's words also solved a doubt in An Qisheng's mind.
He once calculated the fate of 'Sun En'. Sun En should be the first person to break the void and ascend without his intervention.
And he should have fallen behind Tianmen.
He originally thought there was an enemy behind the Tianmen, but it turned out to be related to the celestial changes in the Wanyang Realm?
If so, wouldn't it be that those military masters who shattered the void with their heavenly and divine weapons were...
"...For the creatures in this world, the world has changed greatly, and the laws and avenues seem to be incomplete and eradicated. It is extremely unsuitable for practice, but for me and the subsequent Yan Kuang disciples.
This world is the real 'fairy world'. "
When the elegant middle-aged man said this, he stared at An Qisheng again with a calm expression:
"...Although there were twists and turns on the road, it still brought me to the end of this life..."
He looked calm and spoke in an understatement, as if his achievements were not something worth boasting about, but came naturally.
And in fact, for him, it was.
Before entering the Heavenly Gate, he had already found his own Dao foundation, and even obtained the secret of An Qisheng's Tai Chi. When he stepped out of the Heavenly Gate, he had already cultivated the Taiyin Wuji and the Sun Wuji at the same time when he was reincarnated.
When he was born, he awakened the powerful bloodline of his body in this world.
Born with wisdom, and with the inheritance left by the sages in the divine bloodline, compared to his contemporaries, the advantage is more than a thousand times greater?
The starting point has already exceeded the end point of 99% of people in the world.
The height it can reach will naturally only be higher.
"The end."
Listening to Pang Wanyang's words, An Qisheng's expression was subtle.
Naturally, Pang Wanyang's journey would not be as easy as he said, but it was naturally impossible for someone like him to show his timidity.
But no one can help but admit that he has truly come to the end of this world.
"Throughout the ages, I am not the only one who has reached this point. Unfortunately..."
When these words were spoken, ripples appeared in the deep eyes of the elegant middle-aged man under his pale eyebrows:
"They are all dead..."
"All dead?"
An Qisheng was shocked.
How many emperors and nobles have there been in the past 30 million years? Dongzhou alone has more than 30 people!
Every emperor who reaches the pinnacle or the end must be at the pinnacle of ancient and modern times. It goes without saying that such a person is stunningly talented and gorgeous.
If they don't want to live forever, it's absolutely impossible!
But from Pang Wanyang's words, it seemed that they were really dead...
But their physical bodies are indestructible, their golden bodies are immortal, and their souls are powerful...all these are the conditions for immortality and even partial immortality!
"Human beings are just dust in the world. Even if the Supreme Being shines for tens of thousands of years and the years go by, they are just meteors that pass away in a snap!
There are many people who seek immortality in ancient and modern times, and there are also some people who have truly succeeded in 'defying heaven' and lived another life. However, this is not immortality, and will eventually be destroyed..."
The elegant middle-aged man's eyes were dark:
"The soil and sand have existed for hundreds of millions of years, and the space remains unchanged forever, but all souls will eventually perish. I am not willing to accept it, and many fellow Taoists in the past were not willing to accept it either...
In the past few years, I have traveled all over the world, set foot in space, and seen the magical weapons and inheritance left by each Taoist friend. I have explored the secrets and finally gained something..."
Phew~
The wind seemed to be blowing in this void. Faintly, the sky, the earth, the vegetation and everything became distorted and distorted in An Qisheng's eyes.
Another example is that a high-definition picture suddenly turns into an abstract painting casually splashed with ink by a novice painter.
It was extremely easy to peel An Qisheng away!
Huhu~
In the strong wind, with his green shirt flying, Pang Wanyang didn't seem to be surprised by anything, but just stared deeply at the place where An Qisheng was.
"I have never owed anyone anything in my life..."
While he was muttering slightly to himself, he pointed his finger at the stone slab that Xiao Bai Zhen had taken.
Buzz~
There was a buzzing sound, and an extremely huge repulsive force surged from nowhere.
An Qi was pushed out abruptly.
Seems irresistible!
An Qisheng didn't resist at all, all his will was concentrated on Pang Wanyang's fingertips.
rustle~
In the subtle and gentle sound of carving.
An Qisheng was suddenly pushed out of his dream by a majestic force!
At the last moment, he heard the words Pang Wanyang spat out:
entropy?
Sorrow?
Or, hurt? !
