Through the magical power of Tao, An Qisheng understood all the mysteries of the wild world.
He knew more deeply that this great realm was far more powerful than the realms he had dreamed of before!
Therefore, before entering the dream, he made extremely complete preparations.
For ordinary people, the future is uncertain and everything is unknown. There are infinite variables between heaven and earth. It is difficult to know even one billionth of them in a lifetime.
But this is only for ordinary people.
The higher the cultivation level, the better able to capture the various variables in the world, or the 'secret'.
Those with great supernatural powers can even overlook the past and peer into the future, and many mysteries are as close as the lines on the palm of their hand.
In particular, the gods and earth lords in this great world are almost omniscient and omnipotent in this vast and almost endless world.
The reason why I say it is close.
Just because of their mutual presence.
An Qisheng knew very well that even if he came through a dream, he would not be able to escape the eyes of God.
Naturally, he couldn't hide from the Xingkong Building Master who hated him.
Therefore, he spent a lot of energy to choose Mo Yin, who was not all outstanding among the vast sea of choices.
Just because he is a 'variable'.
All things related to him, no matter how bizarre, will be within the tacit consent of heaven and earth. Even if the gods find out, they will not feel that there is anything wrong.
"You, who are you..."
When An Qisheng was distracted, the little fat man who was forced into the corner was about to cry.
He never thought that the little man in the 'sand table' would actually appear in the real world!
This almost scared him to death.
"I am the spirit of this world's sand table."
An Qisheng didn't even blink, and he didn't feel the mental burden of coaxing a child at all.
"Why?"
Little Fatty's fear subsided a little, and he scratched his head, half surprised, half uneasy: "You, this is my sandbox?"
He had heard some fairy tales told by storytellers in the town, in which there were stories about treasures becoming spirits, and he was convinced that his sand table was a treasure.
"Otherwise, why can I see you and come out?"
An Qisheng smiled slightly and pulled the little guy up.
Seemingly seeing that An Qisheng had no intention of harming him, Mo Yin felt relieved. He was about to say something when he suddenly thought of something:
"Oops, my mother is still waiting for me to go back for dinner..."
Normally, when a child is frightened, he will subconsciously run home, but this little fat boy ran in the opposite direction of home.
Now, there is no way to go back before noon.
"well."
Little Fatty sighed and simply refused to go home. He took out the hidden sand table and said, "You said you are the spirit of the sand table. How can you prove it?"
"look."
As soon as An Qisheng raised his hand, the sand table was already glowing with light, and it fell into his hands in the blink of an eye.
"My sandbox!"
The little fat man exclaimed, and An Qisheng tossed it casually and returned it to him.
The little fat man finally felt relieved and began to believe that if he didn't steal his own things, he would be a good person.
"Then you were left by my father to protect me?"
The little fat man hugged the sand tray tightly, blinking and feeling a little nervous.
"This Yanjie sand table is a rare treasure of heaven and earth. What is precious about it is not the sand table itself, but the world derived from it."
An Qisheng touched the little chubby boy's head and said with a smile:
"If your father knew about such a treasure, he would probably not leave it to you..."
"No! No way!"
Little Fatty's eyes darkened, and he said harshly: "You're talking nonsense! Maybe my father just knew this was a treasure and left it to me?"
An Qisheng smiled and said nothing, while Little Fatty ran home angrily:
"Wait until I ask my mother!"
"Barbaric...variables..."
An Qisheng paced, with ups and downs in his heart, every bit of it was related to the wild world.
For some truly powerful people, the fate of all things is determined, and all struggles and resistances have been rehearsed countless times in their eyes.
This even includes heaven and earth itself.
There won't be any changes.
The birth of this variable may have been created by some people who were unwilling to accept the future...
…
The small courtyard where Mo Yin lives is located in Xicheng.
Although West City is not as prosperous as South City, it is much better than North City. Most of the people living here are relatively wealthy, and at least they can make a living by running around.
Under the light of Rudou lamp, a woman who still retains her charm is preparing a meal.
Mo Yin was absent-minded. He took one bite after another and choked after a while. The woman hurriedly stepped forward and patted his back, scolding him: "How old are you kid? It's not easy to eat."
"mother!"
After taking a sip of water and catching his breath, Mo Yin finally couldn't help but speak: "Father, why don't you want us?"
"you……"
The woman trembled, then straightened her face: "Who asked you to ask these questions? Didn't Mom tell you that she would tell you when you are older?"
Mo Yin continued to ask, but the woman had already returned to the room with a sullen face.
"mother……"
Mo Yin's heart trembled, and he almost cried because of his grievance, but all he heard in his ears was the sound of the woman's heavy door closing.
"Am I right?"
Mo Yin looked up. Under the candlelight, the young man he had seen during the day appeared opposite him like a ghost.
He was startled and lowered his voice: "You, don't let my mother see it, she, she doesn't like others to touch me..."
"She can't see me, just like other people in the sandbox world can't see you."
An Qisheng made a casual move, and the sandbox hidden by the little fat man fell into his hands: "If you are worried, let's go to the sandbox?"
"this……"
The little fat man hesitated for a moment, then nodded.
Buzz~
The next moment, the two of them had entered the sandbox world again.
It was already dark outside, but the sun was shining brightly in the sand table. Ten days stretched across the sky, spreading endless light.
The arrival of the two people was not noticed by Kimura's people, just as no one felt anything wrong with their departure.
It’s still the same corner where I was basking in the sun.
The little fat man lost his scruples and began to ask his father about the origin of the sand table.
"You will know about your father in a few days. Now, I will tell you the origin of the sand table."
After taking a deep look at the little fat man, An Qisheng said lightly.
The little fat man is the master of this world, but limited by his fragile brain, he has no idea about the real secret of this sand table.
"In a few days?"
The little fat man was a little excited: "Will my father come to see me?"
"This square sand table is a rare treasure in the universe, and for practitioners, it is even more of a treasure..."
An Qisheng said minding his own business.
The little fat man scratched his head and scratched his head. He wanted to know more about his father, but since An Qisheng wouldn't tell him, he had no choice but to sit down and listen to what he had to say.
In the wild world, there are tens of millions of spiritual paths, and all kinds of magical powers and methods are as numerous as the sands of Hengsha.
But at its root, it still originates from the great avenue of heaven and earth.
Different from the human world, Wanyang Realm, Yuanyang Realm and even the Witch God Realm, the cultivation path of this great realm is more closely connected with heaven and earth.
At the beginning of entering the Tao, you will suffer a catastrophe!
Only after passing through the ninth level of calamity can one achieve transcendence, but what transcends the calamity is not themselves, but the blessed land they have opened up, the small world in the cave.
This is the case in this great world, no matter what method or path one practices.
If the blessed land increases, the cultivation will increase; if the blessed land collapses, the cultivation will be lost.
"Blessed land, small world? Those gods, do everyone have such a sandbox?"
The little fat man was very interested in the world of cultivation that he had only heard about from storytellers. He immediately forgot about his father and kept asking questions.
"The seed of heaven and earth is the only way to enter the Tao."
An Qisheng talked eloquently.
His realm is very high. Before entering the dream, he had seen the history of this world. He has a lot of treasures about all kinds of Taoism and magical powers. At this time, it is naturally easy to understand and explain the profound things in a simple way.
Although Mo Yin was only six years old, he was nourished by the sand table and was extremely intelligent. He easily understood what An Qisheng said.
"Sandbox, is it just a seed of the world?"
The little fat man rubbed his hands, his face full of excitement: "Then I can also become an immortal? You, teach me quickly, teach me quickly."
"teach you……"
An Qisheng remained silent and just looked at him lightly.
"Uh-huh."
The little fat man nodded repeatedly. Seeing that An Qisheng was unmoved, he remembered something and knelt down respectfully and kowtowed, pitifully:
"My mother said that if you want to become a master, you must be prepared to practice, but I don't have one. Can I make up for it later?"
"Get up."
An Qisheng raised his hand and patted Mo Yin's little head gently:
"You don't have to call me your teacher, I can teach you, but it's up to each of you to get what you need..."
An Qisheng is not willing to take advantage of others, even if the person involved does not know it.
Buzz~
As his thoughts moved, all kinds of words were already flowing down from the depth of his perspective:
【Moyin (6/…)】
[Race: human]
[Fate: Nothingness]
[Fate track one: Born in the wild universe, the wild world, the middle continent of the endless continent, the Dayong Dynasty, the Ning'an Kingdom, Fengnan Road...]
[Fate Track Two: None]
[Fate Track Three: None]
…
none!
none!
none!
The first thing that catches the eye is a series of 'nothings'.
Until now, apart from being unable to pry into his own destiny, this was the first time he had encountered such a situation.
The destiny of this little fat man named Mo Yin is nothing.
What is shown is only what has happened, and nothing about his future is visible!
"Those who have a void destiny..."
There was a dim light in the depths of An Qisheng's eyes, his Tao power was being consumed incessantly, his Tao diagram was buzzing and trembling, his magical power of 'omniscience' was operating again and again, deducing one destiny trajectory after another.
However, until the sun sets and night falls, among the hundreds of billions of fateful trajectories, everything about Mo Yin is nothing!
It was as if he was not in the destiny at all!
Or maybe even Dao Yitu can't deduce his fate!
And this was one of the reasons why he chose this little fat man.
If you can't see something in a picture, others can't see it either!
"Moyin..."
