Wow~
The vast river is always rolling, and there are not even a few waves in it. There seem to be thousands of fantasies twinkling in the waves.
The past, present and future, on this long river, infinitely approach a plane.
What has happened, what is happening, what has not happened yet, endless fantasies flow in the waves and little bits of 'river water'.
An Qisheng walked across the long river. Although he was restricted by the oppression of an invisible force and could not jump out of the long river, he watched from a high position, but he also felt that the past and the future were unfolding before his eyes.
All the records of the past years by all the spirits and races seem extremely insignificant in front of this long river.
This is a power beyond imagination, and it is not an area that ordinary people can set foot in.
"Every bit of it is time. If you can walk freely across it, you can be regarded as traveling through time and space..."
An Qisheng was so focused that he did not dare to be careless in the face of this long and rolling river.
Except for the scene he saw at a glance, he never took another look, and he had no intention of delving into other times and spaces. That was not something he could easily get involved with at this time.
There seems to be a thin line between what can be seen and what can be done, but in fact it is far away from mountains and seas. Those who easily cross it without knowing the depth will inevitably be shattered.
An Qisheng naturally understands this truth.
Therefore, even though I am extremely curious about this long river, I still try to hold back my restless thoughts when I sense the ubiquitous line.
Along that mysterious 'medium' that only he could sense, he headed towards his destination.
'arrive.....'
Not long after, An Qisheng's heart moved, and his spirit drifted away like smoke, submerging into the ripples of waves somewhere in the long river.
Buzz~~
War and bloodshed.
Iron-blooded, ferocious, killing people and grabbing treasures!
Keeping people in captivity, selling their bodies, using their bodies to raise ghosts, using cities to harbor demons, using people to practice martial arts...
White bones are exposed in the wild, and there is no rooster crow for thousands of miles.
Hundreds of ghosts march around every day, and demons dance wildly, killing each other or one party...
This is a feast for the strong, and the weak will all scream!
All kinds of pictures are constantly flowing in front of our eyes, and they change thousands of times in a blink of an eye. It seems that it doesn't even last a moment, the blur recedes, and the reality appears.
A magnificent picture of thousands of miles of mountains and rivers comes into view.
The six-round sun hung high in the sky, and the sky was cloudless. Only a few birds soared, sometimes swooping down to catch unknown beasts.
On the boundless plain, the wild grass is taller than the human body, and among them, there are spots of white bones.
call!
On top of the wild grass several people high, An Qisheng stood like the wind. With a thought in his mind, all kinds of touches appeared in his mind.
The slightly humid wind, the smell of soil, vegetation, mosquitoes, beasts and birds, the wild beasts chasing and killing each other in the mountains and forests, and even the smell of decaying bones under the vegetation are all in my heart.
"Shouyang Mountain!"
An Qisheng's eyes narrowed.
His memory was so good that despite the changes in time and space, he still recognized at a glance that the mountain peak so close was Shouyang Mountain.
Shouyang Mountain a long time ago.
With his thoughts, he could even calculate how many years the time and space in this place was from when he came.
"Shouyang Mountain seventy-three thousand two hundred years ago!"
Standing in the breeze, An Qisheng took a deep breath. Time and space contain boundless mysteries. Walking through them is a kind of creation that is beyond the reach of ordinary people.
Closing his eyes slightly, the information about this time and space has already flowed into his mind.
Dazhou was founded nearly 40,000 years ago, and Daxia had a fortune of 30,000. Today, 73,000 years ago, Daxia has not yet been established.
This era, unlike the buried Great Xia, has a complete record in Zeng San's ancient Confucian history.
Compared with the current world, in this era where sects were in charge of everything, the law of the jungle was more vividly demonstrated.
Many sects, including Taoist Palace and Mount Sumeru, are high up in the sky, overlooking all sentient beings in the world, as if they are cultivating worms, but also seem to be indifferent at all.
The only thing in this era that is superior to the one he came from is the practice books scattered all over the world by various sects.
For ordinary people, the only chance to survive is to practice!
"唳~~~"
A long cry shook the sky and stopped the clouds, echoing across the sky. Then, a huge shadow flowed down, covering the mountains vastly.
A huge peacock descended from the sky and landed on the mountains. It kept circling, and what blocked the sky were its wings.
It wasn't until a long time later that the rumbling sound of thunderous air explosions that was left far behind him came rolling in like a tide.
The raging wind filled the land for thousands of miles, and vegetation, sand, and even bones that had been buried for unknown ages were blown into the sky.
"Roar!"
Before the long cry ended, a roar arose in the mountains along with the howling of the evil wind.
Amid the tremors of the earth, a colorful tiger stood on the hills of the mountains, watching with cold eyes, a pair of eyes filled with blood and violence!
"hold head high!"
"Roar!"
"Groan!"
"ah!"
"Hoo ho!"
The tiger climbed to the top of the mountains and let out a loud roar. The wind and clouds thousands of miles away suddenly changed. A hurricane rolled in the wild sand, and giant monsters rose up.
It wraps around the mountains like a dragon and a giant python.
A giant crocodile standing in the ocean like a countercurrent waterfall.
Holding the mountain in hand, a man stands upright, a giant ape that is thousands of feet high.
A civet cat stood in the dark, with eyes as red as blood.
It was a ferocious bear that broke out of the earth and shook off the mountains on its body.
Together with the giant tiger, the six demons were on the ground, all roaring and looking up to the sky. The earth-shattering demonic aura raged across the sky, intimidating the hovering peacock.
"唳~"
The five-color peacocks screamed loudly, unlike the six demons who were at war with each other. Their eyes were full of disdain and pride.
There seemed to be no reaction to the six-headed demon's approaching enemy.
Seems to be waiting for something.
"Big demon, peacock..."
The six-headed demon was not surprised that An Qisheng turned a blind eye to him, but he just looked at the scene in front of him with a vague suspicion in his heart.
In the sky, peacocks hovered, and on the earth, six demons glared angrily.
The invisible oppressive atmosphere caused a dead silence among the mountains, until a deep and thick cry sounded:
"Moo~"
This cow cry was insignificant compared to the previous roars of the six monsters, but the moment its sound sounded, the six big monsters, including the soaring peacock, all trembled in unison.
"This is......"
An Qisheng's heart moved, and he looked towards where he came from. Among the wild grass several people tall, a young man with a kind-hearted face was slowly coming leading an oxcart.
Sitting on the slightly crude ox cart were an old man and a young man.
The old man was wearing a starched white Taoist robe, with long white hair hanging behind his back. His eyes were half-open and half-closed. Beside him was an ignorant child.
"Bah!"
The peacock chirped, waved its wings, and nodded slightly to show respect.
The six big monsters in the mountains also ceased their activities and suppressed their terrifying monster aura.
"They're all here."
At some point, the old man on the chariot opened his eyes.
"teacher?"
The young man holding the cow stopped and bowed slightly: "There are mountains but not high, and there is water but not good. How can it be suitable for you to preach?"
"The mountain is not high, as long as there are immortals, there will be spirits."
The old Taoist spoke slowly, but his bright eyes did not look at the peacock in the sky or the big demon on the ground, but at the place in front of the mountain near Chi Chi:
"Being unknown for a while may not mean being unknown forever."
Wherever he looked, An Qisheng stood with his hands behind his hands, looking at him with a subtle expression, as if looking at himself:
"What do you want to tell me?"
Far apart in time and space, the two looked at each other.
Seeing that he had killed one of his incarnations, An Qisheng frowned inwardly. The invisible barrier reappeared, preventing him from further contacting the old man on the chariot.
This is the regulation imposed by the established order of time and space on those who rebel, and there is also an inexplicable force blocking him.
In other words, waiting for him to touch this line that governs time and space.
The old Taoist's eyes were clear, but there was a profound meaning that ordinary people could not understand:
"The sky net is vast, sparse and not leaking."
The boy holding the cow was slightly startled, not knowing what the teacher said.
After just one glance, the old man withdrew his eyes and pointed at the place he was looking at:
"Wen Ming, if you come here in the future, don't forget to take a breath stone and set up a monument here."
"Ah? Yes."
The young man was puzzled, but he still nodded and firmly remembered the teacher's words.
Although he doesn't know why he will come here in the future, if the teacher says he will come, then he will definitely come.
"Just here."
The old Taoist waved his sleeves and robe, and Old Newton, who was pulling the cart, shouted, knelt on the ground, took off the reins, turned around respectfully, and knelt in front of the chariot.
The young man looked serious and knelt in front of the chariot.
Not long after, the peacock in the sky shrunk its figure, turned into the size of a palm, and landed on the weeds not far from the chariot.
The same goes for the six big monsters in the mountain. They dispersed their huge figures and returned to normal human size. They knelt down side by side with the old ox, showing utmost respect.
This is a calm and inconsistent picture.
An old Taoist and his boy were sitting in a chariot. Strange beasts in front of the chariot blocked the road and kowtowed, as if they were waiting for something.
"After three thousand years of separation, your cultivation has improved. Very good, very good."
The old Taoist glanced at the beasts in front of the car and nodded slightly, with a little approval and a little regret: "I have nothing to teach you anymore."
"teacher......"
"The teacher is almost like a saint, and we are terrified."
"Teacher, don't leave me waiting."
All the beasts spoke with uneasiness and fear, and the pitch-black civet cat screamed like a cub that had been abandoned by humans.
Only the peacock's phoenix eyes glanced at the child on the chariot, and his voice was clear and sensitive:
"Is he the teacher's close disciple?"
"Peacock!"
The young man in front of the car glanced coldly: "That's your junior brother too."
"You are my master, he is not my brother!"
The peacock raised its head, but didn't look at him, looking at the chariot.
But even if he was facing the old man directly, he would not bow his head: "Do you hate me for having eaten tens of millions of people when I was ignorant and unenlightened, so you just chose him?!"
"Idiot!"
Looking at the peacock, the old Taoist sighed: "People have human nature, and monsters have demon ways. Why bother?"
"If I can't follow your way, I won't take the path of an old monster!"
Disappointment flashed in the phoenix's eyes, and then it turned into a strong one. With a long cry, it fluttered its wings and suddenly tore through the void and flew away:
"The only way to seek the truth is to get it straight!"
