The heavens and the world, the endless void, the universe and the universe are as numerous as eternal sand, each shining with its own brilliance, some of which are weak, like bubbles, like dreams and illusions, fleeting.
However, the brilliance of some universes is extremely bright because there are great beings living in them. As a dojo, such a world is often called heaven.
The great Luo is eternal, the heavens exist forever, and they are always stationed in the void. They are high above, and their status is higher than that of all realms. They are often regarded as the upper realm, the fairyland, and the heavenly realm by the creatures of all realms.
When many creatures from all over the world reach a certain critical point in their cultivation, they either forcefully explore, or receive talisman edicts, or walk up immortal ladders to reach the heavens by different means.
This process is called ascension.
The great universe is, in a sense, one of the heavens, but it is the grandest, most majestic, and most incredible heaven, the main heaven!
If the heavens are the upper realm of all realms, then the Great Desolate World is the upper realm of the heavens, a veritable upper realm of realms.
The world where a Daluo lives is the heaven, and the universe where a group of Daluo lives is the prehistoric world. The gathering of all the Daluo in the universe creates a miracle, and also gives the prehistoric universe an incomparably powerful nature.
The heavens and heavens are like black holes, absorbing energy from the void, leading ascendants one by one to their own universe, thereby strengthening the world's heritage.
The prehistoric Lord Heaven Realm does not need it. It, or He, has neither increased nor decreased, does not need external filling, and can even feed back to all heavens and realms.
Like a huge white hole, it sprays information towards all the worlds, transmits a great tide of energy, radiates the power of the primeval world, and actively or passively transforms all the worlds.
When the void universe receives the information from the Lord of the Prehistoric World, it will get close to the Prehistoric World, evolve various paradoxical events on the Prehistoric Time Axis, and continuously learn, imitate, evolve, and upgrade.
Transformation to the extreme will lead to two results. One is to give birth to one's own Daluo, transcend the universe, and be upgraded to a brand new heaven.
Another result is to assimilate to 100% and directly transform into the parallel universe of the prehistoric main heaven.
Some Daluo people discovered and took advantage of this rule to deliberately intercept a fragment of time from the prehistoric Lord Heaven to evolve a universe, thereby deducing various possibilities on the timeline, predicting the future in advance, and gaining an upper hand in the calamity game.
Such a world is not the heavens or the world, but is called the earth.
Shen Gongbao circulated the painstaking seal, and countless cries and prayers echoed in his ears. What he sensed was a similar but different ancient earth.
One brings luck to the world, one brings luck to the earth, and a system of practice dominated by luck.
"transport!"
Shen Gongbao raised his head, but his pupils were extremely bright. This was one of the avenues that suited him the most.
Whether it is a tribulation or a disaster, it needs luck to support it before it can become a tribulation or disaster.
The half-acre square pond opens up, and the skylight and cloud shadows linger together. Ask him how clear he is? Come for living water from a source.
With movement, calamity and calamity can move. Otherwise, it will be a pool of stagnant water without change.
"But... for the first time, I explored all the worlds, and all my wishes came true, and I found the path I needed most."
"I don't know if it's honey or poison behind it."
"All gifts given by fate have their prices secretly marked."
"But, I don't seem to have the right to refuse."
Shen Gongbao whispered, activating his Heavenly Immortal Dao Fruit and descending on that side of the world.
For immortals, there are generally three modes of time travel.
The first mode is extremely simple and crude. The immortal comes directly in his true form, uses tyrannical means to bear the will of the world, pushes it all the way, and conquers all realms. This mode has the greatest risk, but it also has the greatest reward.
The second mode emphasizes win-win cooperation. The immortals reach an agreement with the will of the world. They come as reincarnations of gods and humans, receive a lot of luck blessings, and become the sons of the world, the protagonists of the times, and the rulers of the eras. Gods will kill gods if they block them, and Buddhas will kill Buddhas if they block them. , write a legend.
At the same time, the reincarnated heavenly beings need to help the local Heavenly Dao deal with a series of difficult things. After completing the task, they can choose to stay and become local creatures, or they can leave with a gift from Heavenly Dao.
The third mode is also a lineage of the Three Pure Ones, a unique mode for immortals and Taoists. It communicates with infinite others and awakens the wisdom of the past, and reveals the true nature of the spirit.
This is also a kind of practice. When enough points of others and self are transformed into oneself, the true spirit is perfected and one has a glimpse of one's true nature. The immortal path and fruit will also turn from imaginary to real. The practice will be great, and a little spiritual light will illuminate the three thousand worlds.
In the vast universe, hundreds of billions of stars, planets, and galaxies composed of nebulae can be seen everywhere. Further up, there are star clusters, super galaxy clusters, and many super-sized behemoths. The dazzling stars are as small as gravel in the universe.
In a corner of a certain river system that seems to rotate in six circles, there is an easy-to-live star, with flowers and grass, full of vitality, and a kind of creature called human, known as the leader of all spirits.
The strong wind blew up, whistling in the ears, and a little spiritual light fell rapidly from the sky, looking for the most unlucky person in the world.
The most unlucky thing is not to be judged casually, nor to find a random person, and then call it a disaster.
If a person is born with dementia or craziness, it is not the most unlucky. Others will laugh at him for being stupid, but others will laugh at him because they cannot see through it.
The heart is tethered to the body, and is like a horse or a cow in the world; the body is tied up in fame and wealth, like a chicken in a cage.
Running around for a few taels of silver, being overwhelmed by how many times he enters the house, marrying a wife and having children for the sake of appearance, being pressured by children and grandchildren, living a long life, but not as happy as a fool.
What is required is that a person becomes famous at a young age, has a well-off family, loving parents, and obtains his childhood sweetheart as his wife.
When one is satisfied with one's ambitions, disasters suddenly strike: a young man loses his father, a middle-aged man loses his wife, an old man loses his son, his family is ruined, and his reputation is lost.
At the end of the day, living in a ruined temple with no three-foot-thin coffin and only a rolled-up straw mat, having tasted the bitterness and bitterness of life and being buried in a mass grave, he was considered a natural disaster.
Qinghe County, Liyuan County, Baihu Lane, the Shen family had an unlucky guy.
He lost his father in his youth, his wife in his middle age, and his son in his later years. Mr. Shen, who was only forty years old, was driven crazy. He talked nonsense every day and did not want to work. Thanks to Mr. Shen, he accumulated virtuous virtues and treated his neighbors well when he was still alive.
The neighbors couldn't bear it, so they gave him a few steamed buns and a bowl of thin porridge, so that Mr. Shen could survive.
However, today Master Shen seems to have figured it out. Instead of struggling with his damn fate, he will hang himself by hanging his belt on the osmanthus tree.
Pedestrians around did not dissuade him when they saw him. Instead, they sighed: "It's a hundred deaths, but it's a pleasure."
"Master Shen was also a decent man during his lifetime."
He raised his head and kicked his feet, and saw Mr. Shen hanging on the swing on the sweet-scented osmanthus tree. The neighbors had collected all the melon seed benches, and the security chief had finished writing the paperwork and was about to hand it over to the Yamen, which was the last word.
Unexpectedly, with a plop, the old waistband of his trousers broke, and Mr. Shen fell to the ground with his butt, but he did not die.
The security guard gasped, he was the only one in the world who was so unlucky that he couldn't even commit suicide.
Mr. Shen, who had fallen so hard that his eyes were filled with stars, slowly raised his head. The first thing he did was not to rub his butt. Instead, he clapped his hands together, laughed loudly, and said, "Hey! Okay! I'm awake!"
Everyone looked sideways and exclaimed: "Why are you getting even crazier!"
