In the endless forest of time and space.
This is a vast world.
Cang means a little more gray than white.
The light is an endless boundary, a vast area.
In the vastness, everything is blurred up and down. In the endless sight, there are all wisps of gray mist, floating in it, disorderly, as if the truth before the opening of the sky.
call!
Suddenly there was endless gray mist, forming a circle, like ripples on the entire vast sea.
call! call! !
The source of the vast mist that surges towards the wilderness in all directions is a butterfly.
Flying aimlessly in the vastness.
This butterfly has no contrast in the endless vastness. It is like a small dot in the gray world. It looks very small. It flaps its wings and forms airflow.
But if a great monk looks intently at the wings of the butterfly, he will find that there are one big world after another, one after another, the sun, moon and stars, and the stars of the universe are rotating in the wings of the butterfly.
Within the world of wings, in the heavens and the earth, trillions of creatures thrive and live in them.
"Sang Xiang Butterfly..."
This gentle sigh echoed in the vastness, and no one could hear it.
And trace the source of the sound.
It is on a star in the great world above one of the wings of the Sangxiang Butterfly.
"I, along with many of my fellow Taoist incarnations, are on the verge of becoming innate."
Above the big purple star, there was a handsome man, about forty years old, a mature man, dressed in noble robes, closing his eyes and muttering:
"And I... am still in Jinxian, so I'm slowing down."
This man is none other than Chen Xixiang.
To be precise, it was Su Xuanyi, the leader of the Shaming Clan who Chen Xixiang merged into the Demon-Seeking Time and Space with a little distraction.
"How can I blame you? The world derived from this mulberry-shaped butterfly has its own end. It can only give birth to creatures of the Golden Immortal level, which is what they call 'indescribable'."
In his sea of consciousness, a seven-colored light trembled, and a voice came from it. It was the 'Meng Tianzheng' of perfect time and space. Both of them were the incarnations of Chen Xixiang and could not share each other's memories at any time. This cross-domain time and space communication was also first.
After Meng Tianzheng said the previous sentence, he said again:
"However, it seems that this time is coming soon for Sang Xiang. Then, it will be your chance."
"Due to the limitations of the life level of the mulberry phase, the inner world of each mulberry phase can only give birth to a powerful person with an unspeakable peak, but..."
The incarnation of Su Xuanyi said with emotion:
"Whenever the life of Sangxiang is about to come to an end, the life essence and power of time it possesses will undergo the most beautiful sublimation in the world during the period of death. During this period, there is hope. An unspeakable breakthrough, the opportunity to step into the Taiyi series, is the realm of the 'Nine Levels of Taoism' here..."
There have been people who have taken this step over the endless years.
His name is the destruction of life.
Meng Tianzheng, the incarnation of perfect time and space, sat cross-legged on the sky, and said in his heart: "Misheng, this person seems to have a great cause and effect with your current identity. It was he who led the creation of the Shaping Ming Clan, but in the end he And because he was afraid of the talent of the Shaming Clan, he destroyed the Shaping Clan, which led to the catastrophe of Su Xuanyi’s annihilation and the birth of Su Ming, the protagonist of Destiny to Seek Demons.”
"good."
The incarnation of Su Xuanyi stared at the vastness outside Daochenzhen's world, and said calmly:
"When this 'Sang Xiang Catastrophe' comes, it will be a reckoning between me and Miesheng."
"In that case, let's see how you perform it. After ending the karma of your identity, go to the 'Immortal Rebellion' as soon as possible. The time and space of your world is also very suitable for condensing the 'Multiple Seeds'."
The voice in my head disappeared.
Su Xuanyi also slowly opened her eyes and said to herself:
"Immortal Ni, Ni Chen Realm..."
He slowly stood up from the big purple star under him, looked at the vast starry sky above his head, and already felt the time when the butterfly wings were about to close:
"There are only fifty years left before Sang Xiang folds his wings and this era ends."
"And fifty years later, the old man who destroys life will appear."
"Similarly, this is also the moment when Emperor Xuan Zhan clicks his finger and destroys the entire Sangxiang world."
"In this catastrophe of world destruction, Su Ming lost all his relatives. Finally, with the first level of Taoist cultivation, he started to seize the body of Dao Wuya's Xuan Burial body!"
The last fifty years.
Su Xuanyi stood on the big star and looked at her palms.
His eyes were deep, reflecting the lines on his palms:
"Destroy life."
The seemingly ordinary palm prints are actually the fate destined from the moment of birth.
Weiwei muttered to herself.
He looked beyond the big star and vaguely saw a river. An old man was casting a net for fishing. When he caught a net, he saw how many fish and shrimps were struggling and wailing in it.
Man is a fish, Tao is a net, river is the sky, and the old man fishing the net is the destiny in charge.
For his fused Su Xuanyi's Shaping Ming Clan.
That destruction of life is the old man who fishes, and he is the creation who is in charge of shaping the fate of the underworld tribe.
The old man who destroyed life guided and created the Shaping Nether Clan.
He is the god of the Shaping Nether Tribe.
For every person of the Shaming Clan, they have the power to control from top to bottom and control the fate of the Shaming Clan.
He imprinted the lines on his palms into the souls of every Ming Shaping tribe member.
From then on, the palms of every Mingsha clan member were not their own, but the palms of Old Man Miesheng.
Destiny is controlled by others.
The same goes for Su Xuanyi.
In the original trajectory of fate, Su Xuanyi died on the road of revenge against the old man who destroyed life. After all, he still couldn't get rid of this 'fate' that was imprinted on him from birth.
Old Man Miesheng is too powerful. Not only is he the god of the Shaping Nether Clan, he is also the strongest person born in another Sangxiang long ago. It can be said that he is a figure who existed before the creation of the world. He has broken through the unspeakable and reached the Tao. The realm of God.
For the people in this Sangxiang world who can only reach the unspeakable peak, the pressure it brings is irreversible, unbreakable strength and crushing.
"Destroy life..."
However, the Su Xuanyi now is no longer the Su Xuanyi of the past.
He is Chen Xixiang.
Looking at the 'palm print' belonging to Old Man Miesheng in his palm, Chen Xixiang twitched the corners of his mouth with some indifference:
"Destroy life..."
………………
That's when Chen Xixiang looked at his palm prints on the big purple star.
This one is in the world where Sang Xiang's left wing is.
At the edge.
Because there is a gap in the wings of this Sangxiang, this is the ferry between the world of Sangxiang and the vast outside world.
There is a forest-white boat docked here.
There is a palm spread out, and the palm lines are running quickly, as if the palm is a pool of water, slightly glowing, and the mountains, rivers, earth, sun, moon and stars are all rising and falling in this palm.
It seemed that the owner of the palm sensed something.
The lines on his palms trembled slightly.
A big purple star emerged.
A man in luxurious robes stood on the big star and looked at the lines on his hands.
"Su Xuanyi..."
An old voice came from the palm of my hand.
Looking up from the palm of his hand, he saw an old man with white hair, wearing a black robe, with a tall body, exuding an extremely ordinary old age. That kind of old age, so old that it seemed to be older than the birth of Sang Xiang. , is... vicissitudes of life.
"Your palm prints are my palms, and your life is my continuation."
The old man looked at Chen Xixiang's figure reflected in his palm and smiled indifferently:
"So what if I know all this, the entire Shaping Ming Clan is my work, no one can escape my control, let alone..."
He looked at Chen Xixiang in his palm and said sarcastically:
"You are not even qualified to be offered as a sacrifice to Xuan Burial, and you will not inherit my life-destroying seed. When the Sangxiang Tribulation begins, you will have only one role, and that is to be used as a weapon for me to deal with It’s just a part of Su Ming.”
"As long as I gently squeeze my palms together, everything about you will cease to exist."
After the soliloquy ends.
The old man stood at the vast ferry, his eyes looking far away in one direction of the Sangxiang Zuoyi world, looking at the strongest person in this world at present.
Su Ming.
He successfully reached the 'Taoist' state he needed.
He withdrew his gaze from Su Ming.
"Xuan Burial..."
The old man's eyes looked into the vastness.
