Did he agree?
Above the Imperial Court, in the Demon Realm, in the hidden places of the continents, the eyes looking at this place fluctuate, either unwillingly, jealously, or sighing.
Yes, who can refuse such a blessing?
That, is the holy throne!
From ancient times to the present, has there ever been such a creation?
"Such a blessing..."
Gautama clasped his hands and looked at the heavens.
Above the clouds, the emperor's shadow stands with his hands behind his back. At the end of the western sky, a compassionate gaze falls here. Above the vast ocean of the South China Sea, the Great Dragon Gate buzzes and trembles, as if a supreme being is about to arrive.
Demonic realm, outer heaven, ghost kingdom...
Waves of will wavered, and he lowered his eyes and stared at this place.
There is nothing to hide, it is extremely majestic and majestic, and it seems that he does not care whether he will be noticed or not.
Just like the sun patrolling the sky, he never cares whether he is being watched.
"oh?"
Above the nine heavens, Di Yan was neither happy nor sad, his eyes were like the sea of stars that never wavered in ancient wells: "I thought you wanted to refuse..."
"There is only one holy throne from ancient times to the present. Who can refuse it?"
Gautama looked calm.
Memory and reality gradually overlapped in his mind, and what overlapped was not just memory, but also all kinds of indescribable things.
In an almost unique scene, the 'other self' rejected the gifts of the saints and entered nirvana peacefully. This is a great courage and decision.
In the past, his feelings were not real and he could not understand why his 'other self' was not afraid of death but did not have the courage to give it a try.
But at this time, under the blessing of Bodhi Path and Fruit, he saw and even touched the threshold, but he gradually understood why.
If possible, who would want to go to nirvana on the day of enlightenment?
It's just that he is not as powerful as others.
"So, very good."
Di Yan stared at Gautama, and after a long time, he said calmly: "Do you know what the holy throne is?"
Di Yan's expression was calm, and his voice never had any ups and downs. It still rumbled and vibrated like the sound of heaven, resounding throughout the world and could be heard in all directions.
"Holy bit..."
"How can it be so casual when it comes to the holy status and let others listen?"
"Is this the magnanimity of a saint? This is a holy position..."
...
Across the four continents and even in the Imperial Court, many great monks who heard this looked at each other and saw the shock and hope in each other's eyes.
Holy throne!
According to ancient legends, the road to creation is long and arduous, far beyond what it has been before. Only with the blessing of the holy throne can one go one step further and become completely transcendent from the constraints of heaven, earth, time and space.
But even the nine Taoists, the five emperors of the Divine Court, the three Buddhas of Buddhism, the six devils of the Sea of Blood, and the eight princes of the Netherworld have no idea what the holy throne is.
At this moment, listening to Di Yan's careless voice, but not caring about being heard, naturally there was a huge wave in his heart.
Excited, but also confused?
What does He want to do?
"...One destiny and one calamity, this is the root of heaven and earth! Life is destiny, destruction is calamity, the change of birth and death is the way of evolution of heaven and earth... All things have life and death, heaven and earth have birth and death, between origin and end, there is With great terror, there is also great good fortune!”
The wind and clouds in the nine heavens were turbulent. Di Yan held his hands behind his hands and looked at Gautama's eyes. For the first time, there was a strange fluctuation:
"Since the saints preached, the heaven and earth have come and gone twelve thousand nine hundred and fifty-nine times, and there is only one time left before the 'holy throne' can be transformed..."
The birth and death of heaven and earth? !
The plain voice echoed throughout the heavens and among thousands of mountains and valleys.
Di Yan's voice was as calm as before, but as his words flowed, everyone who listened heard indescribable indifference and coldness.
Even cruel!
"Is this actually the case..."
Above the Imperial Court, Emperor Xuan's figure swayed, and there was a hint of fear and surprise in his eyes.
Does heaven and earth really have a limited lifespan?
And only 120,000 years?
This is a doubt that has lingered in the hearts of many creations and even the great monks of recent saints for countless years. No one knows whether the heaven and earth really have an end, and no one knows that the saints have opened up the heaven and earth again and again.
Is it a great merit or a great sin?
But at this time, hearing the voice echoing for a long time, even the evil giant who had no intention of killing could not help but feel a deep chill in his heart.
"The holy throne has always existed between heaven and earth..."
Di Yan slowly opened his palms, and wisps of purple light that were almost invisible to the naked eye flowed between his five fingers, reflecting his expression.
"You can end this era by yourself!"
"Heaven and earth are born and destroyed, and the holy throne is reborn..."
The gentle breeze undulated under the bodhi tree, lifting Gautama's broad sleeves and robe, and also touched his calm expression.
He lowered his eyelids and looked at the world of mortals.
The land to the south is prosperous and popular, the land to the west is desolate but full of vitality, the continent to the east is where humans and beasts are harmonious and peaceful, and the north is a harsh land where countless people are still struggling to survive.
How many creatures are there between heaven and earth?
Only in Nanzhandongjia area, there are already far more creatures than the number of Jingzhao. In the whole of Nanzhan, there are ten times this number!
Looking south is only one continent.
On the four seas, there are countless islands, and in the sea of stars, there are countless stars of life.
Kakakka~
Looking at the emperor's shadow above the nine heavens, and listening to the cold voice echoing between heaven and earth, Yang Jian suddenly clenched his fingers, and the three-pointed two-edged sword made of divine iron clanked as he squeezed it.
At this moment, many great monks, including Yang Jian, suddenly understood why the saint above the nine heavens did not care at all that the secret of the holy throne was heard.
You know how?
I don’t know, so what?
He doesn't care at all!
Thunder, rain, and dew are all gifts from heaven, and creation and destruction have nothing to do with you either!
Ding~
Looking south, in the Great Zhou Dynasty, on the Tianqi stage, there was a sudden sound of the magic weapon falling, and then, a loud jingling sound, Long Xingyi suddenly looked back, and all the magic weapons and magic weapons fell to the ground.
"You, you guys..."
As soon as Long Xingyi opened his mouth, he realized that his voice had become extremely hoarse, as if it were covered with rust. It was horrifying to hear: "Pick it up, pick it up!"
"His Majesty."
A minister sighed dejectedly, with a dull look on his face: "That's a saint..."
"saint……"
Zeng San let out a long sigh, sadness welling up in his heart.
At this moment, ordinary people may be ignorant. Even if they hear the sound that resounds like the sky and echoes throughout the world, they are just at a loss and don't know why.
But they have heard and even seen the meaning behind this sentence.
Heaven and earth have already come and gone twelve thousand nine hundred and fifty-nine times, so why would they care about one more time?
"Saint, saint. Ha, ha."
On the Tianqi stage, some people were laughing miserably. As they looked at each other, an aura of extreme despair spread in everyone's hearts.
"I……"
Looking at the despair-shrouded ministers of the Great Zhou Dynasty, Long Xingyi felt powerless. He wanted to say something, but he couldn't say it. In the end, he let out a long sigh and lowered his high head.
His eyes fell on the buzzing and trembling divine sword, which seemed to be filled with fear.
...
Despair is not only spreading in Dazhou.
Daliang, the central place of the two great dynasties of the gods, was also silent. Looking south into the mountains, a hidden and unknown place, with an ups and downs atmosphere, was completely silent at this moment.
Look south, win in the east, join in the north, greet in the west...
Where the majestic sounds of the sky flow, the despair that is as deep as the night and cannot be turned away is spreading to the extreme, like countless fearful palms, grasping everyone's heart.
At this moment, the light between heaven and earth was still there.
But in the eyes of countless people, it looks like the eternal night that has been passed down from ancient times!
Gautama's silence seemed extremely interesting in Di Yan's eyes: "You are hesitating."
"Ha~"
Looking at the palms holding all kinds of purple light, Gautama suddenly smiled: "Is this really a holy throne?"
"Do you doubt this emperor?"
Di Yan clenched his fingers into a fist, squeezed the dense purple energy into his palm, and shook his head regretfully: "Why do I need you to believe me? You are too procrastinating. I don't mind giving the holy throne to others..."
As soon as these words came out, there were many unknown places in the world, and the great monks couldn't help but feel their hearts beat.
If it weren't for the fear of the terrifying will permeating the world at this moment, someone might have been unable to bear it and rushed forward.
Even so, the eyes looking towards the nine heavens became extremely hot.
"Do you really have a holy title?"
Gautama's expression calmed down, and there was a flash of purple light flowing in his eyes: "Or, are you really Di Yan?"
Boom!
The moment the word 'Diyan' came out of his mouth, the sky suddenly roared and shook.
A purple thunder ripped through the void like a dragon and snake, carrying boundless and terrifying destructive power, and struck Gautama under the ancient Bodhi tree.
This thunderbolt came extremely suddenly, but the shock it brought was far less than the shock that Gautama's words brought to the world.
Someone actually dares to pretend to be a saint?
And can you hide it from so many great monks in the world? !
How can it be? !
The whole world was in an uproar, and for a moment, even great monks like Long Xingyi felt confused.
"Oh, you are indeed not Him!"
The purple thunder came with extreme ferocity, but Gautama shook his head and laughed. He raised his hand to hold the Buddha Kingdom again. While receiving the thunder in his palm, he was also filled with emotion:
"I heard that at the beginning of the ancient times, there was a treasure that was born in the chaos, and was later obtained by the Heavenly Saint. After several turns, it became the treasure of destiny that suppressed the emperor's court, the 'Dao Tian Shu'. According to legend, this treasure records the evolution of heaven and earth from ancient times to the present. History is also imprinted with the shadows and Tao Yun of all creatures, gods and demons from ancient times to the present...
This is the only treasure that can hide it from the monks in the world. "
Gautama shook his head slightly, but also solemnly.
With his current state and the blessing of the Bodhi Path and Fruition, he also had the experience of his 'other self' truly meeting the Holy Spirit, but he was actually concealed from it.
The strangeness of this Dao Heavenly Book made him dare not underestimate it.
"How can you see through my hiding place?"
Above the nine heavens, 'Emperor Yan' raised his chin, a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes, and soon turned into an extremely cold light.
Just as it was about to speak, its heart suddenly shook.
"Your flaw lies in..."
Looking back suddenly, I heard a frenzy surging in the void, and the ocean was boiling. I saw that the sky seemed to have turned into a broken mirror, and countless cracks in the void suddenly appeared.
The next moment,
A crystal-clear and perfect palm as white as jade crossed the fragmented and mottled void and grasped the 'Emperor Yan', or the 'Dao Tian Shu' whose expression suddenly changed:
"Nonsense, too much!"
