A bit of immortal true spirit flew up, shattered the void, transcended the heavens and all realms, and came outside of time and space.
In the vast void, all existence condenses into a point of light. On the boundless boundary, countless points of light flicker, endlessly, converging into a vast sea of light.
At the end of the sea of light is an endless floating cosmic bridge that spans Wuji and links to another Pangu era.
"This is a corner of the trilogy universe and the prehistoric universe."
On the way to ascension, Shen Gongbao caught a glimpse of one of the greatest mysteries in the world, the original manifestation of the two universes, and the evolution of the avenues was completely different.
On one side is the vast sea of light in the universe, and on the other side is the roaring river of time.
Comply with the guiding force of the cosmic bridge, cross endless dimensions, successfully rise above the long river, and observe the vast universe from a high-dimensional perspective.
The long river of time has flowed from the beginning of the world to the present, and it has branched out into hundreds of millions of branches. Among them, the most powerful main axis of time forms the current time node. However, the future is illusory and unpredictable, and there are countless and endless ways. variables.
One time branch after another is injected into the nodes, allowing the main axis to continue to grow and become real, covering all fates. The long river roars, moving forward with an irresistible momentum, flowing towards the unchangeable and only destined future.
The remaining possibilities in the future could not withstand the impact of the convergence of tributaries and main axes, and collapsed one after another, turning into vast and boundless rivers. The power to support destiny became the pillar of history, holding up time to move forward.
"This is time, is this destiny?"
"The vast universe where the Primordial Lord Heaven Realm is located is the main axis of time and the current node."
When Shen Gongbao glimpsed this majestic scene, he felt a trace of indescribable emotion and shock in his heart. This was a miracle unique to the ancient times and a supreme creation nurtured by the great road.
Being born in the main axis of time is a kind of luck in itself, and I don’t know how many trivial matters of cultivation have been saved.
Every formation of a node and the gathering of billions of time tributaries injects endless power and creation into the main axis of time.
This is the source of the great explosion of calamity opportunities. It is calamity and good luck.
Before the calamity, practice is slow and progress is as fast as a tortoise. Once the calamity comes, go and roll around in it. As long as you come out alive, all the cause and effect will be eliminated, your cultivation will be rapid, your realm will rise greatly, and you will be blessed with great fortune.
It is not personal efforts, but the blessing of heaven and earth, and the favor of luck.
"A person's destiny certainly depends on personal struggle, but the process of history must also be taken into consideration."
Shen Gongbao sighed and said: "Every time comes, heaven and earth are all working together, and the heroes who are transported are not free."
"That's a good statement."
Suddenly, a hearty laughter sounded in the void. A Taoist with sword-shaped eyebrows and starry eyes, rich and handsome, wearing a green Taoist robe and a hibiscus crown, stood on a tributary of time, holding a green lotus in his hand, and said leisurely: "Eternal heroes have underestimated Xi Mu, two dynasties The gods hate Taiyi.”
"The main axis of the universe can also change, and the river of time often changes its course. It has not remained unchanged for eternity."
Shen Gongbao looked back, with a hint of shock in his eyes. The Taoist in front of him was the same as the Supreme Purity God enshrined in countless Taoist temples in the world.
"Disciple Shen Gongbao, pay homage to Master Lingbao." A bit of Shen Gongbao's spiritual light transformed into a human being, and he bowed respectfully across the river of time.
Lingbao Tianzun nodded, but did not continue. Instead, he pointed a green lotus flower in his hand to break through the fog of fate in the past, revealing the past years, and then asked: "Do you know how many years have passed since you left the Great Desolate Lord's Heaven?"
Shen Gongbao calculated in his mind the time when his family would fly to immortality, but he was afraid that there was a time difference between the two worlds, so he just answered vaguely: "More than two hundred thousand years have passed, and now the great catastrophe of becoming a god should have begun."
"wrong."
Lingbao Tianzun said neatly: "Only one moment passed before leaving the main axis."
"A moment!"
Shen Gongbao was stunned. He thought that even if there was a time difference, at least seven or eight hundred years would have passed based on one year in the sky and one day on the ground. He never expected that only a moment had passed.
"The main axis of time is different from other time tributaries. Billions of years have passed in other timelines, but it does not affect the main axis's stagnation."
Lingbao Tianzun looked calm and said: "The Lord Heaven Realm is a stage, where a customized plot is staged, and lines that have been written are read. In fact, countless trials and errors have been made behind the scenes."
"The birth of destiny is not an accident, but the result of careful consideration. The real struggle is not in the Lord's Heaven."
Shen Gongbao's body trembled, and his eyes looked at the main axis of time in the past. It did not flow all the way. It was rerouted countless times. The nodes formed by each reroute were calamities, and behind it were countless branches pushing and injecting.
The prehistoric era is the game of the great Luo people. It is not a joke, but a real thing.
The birth of a game requires programmers to write countless rules and codes, and the artists behind it consume countless brain cells to draw a map of the universe.
The planners don’t know how many times they have modified the calamity plan, and the testers don’t know how many times they have run it.
Not to mention the negotiations, deliberations, compromises, and cooperation with other Da Luo groups.
The scene that finally appeared was the most perfect scene, and the Romance of the Gods was staged in the primeval world as promised.
At this moment, Shen Gongbao shuddered and glimpsed the great horror. He was just an actor reading his lines, a puppet held by the thread of fate. Even if there were big changes, he was just adding a few lines for himself, fighting for a little part of the scene, and having no influence on the overall situation. It's okay, it doesn't affect the plot.
This is Da Luo, this is the Great Desolation!
Even if there was some anticipation in advance, the moment I saw the truth, I was still frightened.
"Going with the will of heaven is actually a small way of doing things."
Lingbao Tianzun stood with his hands behind his back and said proudly: "Does Shen Gongbao want to know the meaning of life? Do you want to truly live?!"
"Uncle Master..." Shen Gongbao took a deep breath, hesitated, and said coquettishly: "Actually, I think reading the manuscript in front of the stage is quite good."
The way of observing the sky and the journey of holding on to the sky have been completed.
What they teach their disciples is to explain the way of heaven and interpret the will of heaven. As for cultivation, it is not shabby.
If you read well, act well, and become a popular character, you will have the opportunity to discuss lines with the director behind the scenes and strive for the plot.
"Um?"
Lingbao Tianzun's eyes turned and fell on Shen Gongbao's expression, showing an expression that was half-smiling but not smiling, as if a Mount Tai was pressing down on him.
"Of course, our job is to serve the common people and contribute to Taoism."
Shen Gongbao suddenly looked solemn and said sternly: "Disciple is just a brick in Taoism. Wherever you need to move it, just give Tianzun orders."
"Come on, come on." Lingbao Tianzun shook his head in disgust, threw a green lotus in his hand to Shen Gongbao, and said with a smile: "Others don't know you, and I don't know it either. You are the disaster lord and the god of decline, and you should die in response to the disaster. To, are you born in trouble?"
"As the saying goes, if you fail to succeed and fail, that is your specialty."
Asking Shen Gongbao to engage in construction would be to overuse the materials, put the cart before the horse, and even be counterproductive.
Shen Gongbao's real ability is to cause trouble, to destroy the original order, to overthrow everything and start over, to cause endless disasters, to break the solidification, and to let the energy of heaven and earth move.
This is the fundamental meaning of calamity, which is to clear away all the evil spirits and restore clarity to the world.
"Please give me some advice from Heavenly Lord."
A bit of Shen Gongbao's true spirit circulates on the green lotus, swaying with the breath of chaos, giving birth to a new life.
"Ahem, after careful consideration."
Lingbao Tianzun said seriously: "I have decided to send you to get rid of Hongjun."
"ah?!"
Shen Gongbao just froze on the spot, get rid of Hongjun, just me?
Mr. Lingbao, do you want to see what you are talking about?
Let's talk about some practical issues.
"Of course, I'm not asking you to get rid of Hongjun, the master of heaven."
Lingbao Tianzun pointed at a certain timeline and said meaningfully: "This is a brand new branch of the timeline. It is not suppressed by Da Luo. It is an opportunity for all kinds of frosts to compete for freedom. If they can get it, the people in Zixiao Palace will One more vote.”
"You can blend in, defeat the evil god Hongjun, and restore the three pure traditions of our Taoist sect. When the day comes when your merits are complete, you will not lose your position as the Taoist Patriarch of Luck."
Shen Gongbao was shocked. He defeated the evil god Hongjun. This should not be said casually.
If anyone else had said it, he would be one of the best evil heretics in the world. He would ask someone to go to heaven to report it as soon as possible and receive a reward.
However, the person who said this was Lingbao Tianzun, which made Shen Gongbao have to think deeply.
As the saying goes, things turn around, and this year when I come to my house, the Zixiao Palace may not be able to have the surname Qing.
After hesitating for a long second, Shen Gongbao made up his mind and made a difficult decision, saying in a loud voice: "Don't worry, Tianzun, use me in the first battle, and you will win if you use me!"
Lingbao Tianzun nodded, feeling very pleased that he had indeed seen the right person.
Seeing that Shen Gongbao was extremely happy, Lingbao Tianzun recited the Sutra of Savior to him again to ensure that his merits would be perfect and he would ascend to the clear sky. Finally, he stuffed a super clear Hunyuan divine talisman and sent him away.
"Dududu..."
Suddenly, water bubbled up in the river of time, causing Lingbao Tianzun to look sideways. He was secretly shocked, but he did not throw the Pangu ax into the river of time.
The river god, who didn't deserve the disaster, jumped out and gave himself a golden ax and a silver axe.
After a splashing sound, time dispersed, and a graceful and graceful goddess slowly rose from the water carrying the six reincarnations on her back.
Lingbao Tianzun immediately smiled and said: "How can Empress Houtu learn to dive in Luo Shen?"
"It can't be compared to what Lingbao Tianzun has done." Houtu Empress smiled and said with her hands: "Yuanshi Tianzun and Bodhi Ancient Buddha had a lively fight in Daluotian, but you stole the house here. You are really cunning."
Lingbao Tianzun's expression turned gloomy, and he said in a deep voice: "When did the empress come here if she is not in the Netherworld to receive blessings?"
"When you come, I will come."
Empress Houtu said with a smile but not a smile: "I just felt that someone has learned the great way of innate Yin virtue and can evolve into the underworld of reincarnation. I came over to take a look. I never expected to see fellow Taoist Lingbao plotting secretly to overthrow Taoist Hongjun."
"Tianzun is really generous in eradicating the evil god Hongjun. I'm afraid that the owner of Zixiao Palace will change in the future, and the surname will be Shangqing."
"Joking, joking, the queen is joking."
Lingbao Tianzun laughed and said perfunctorily: "How can we count the banter with our disciples behind closed doors?"
"How can I be punished for my freedom of speech since ancient times?"
Empress Houtu laughed and said meaningfully: "It's really a joke. The Taoist ancestor from Zixiao Palace only appeared once at the beginning of this era."
"Fellow Taoist Lingbao, or Taoist Sanqing, don't want to know his true situation."
Lingbao Tianzun was silent for a moment, then slowly said for a long time: "What does the empress know?"
Empress Houtu said sternly: "Although there are some errors and something wrong, I think the time when Tai Tiandi disappeared can match that of Taoist Hongjun."
Silence, deathly silence.
Lingbao Tianzun's eyes narrowed, and he said extremely calmly: "The empress wants to say that Taoist Hongjun and Emperor Taitian are facing each other in a place outside the world, playing games with each other, and they can't get away."
"I still want to say that Taoist Hongjun was originally the immortal body of Emperor Tai Tian. He told a huge lie to deceive the great Luo Lord of all ages and fool us around."
"If it's the latter, that would be terrible." Empress Houtu pondered for a moment, then smiled and said, "I am leaning toward the former, and I think fellow Taoist fellow Lingbao is too."
"Otherwise, Shen Gongbao would not be arranged to overthrow Hongjun and me on the branch timeline."
"If it fails, the most we can do is punish Shen Gongbao to fill in the eye of the North Sea and save his life."
"If we successfully overthrow Hongjun's new self, it will prove..."
"Then prove it." Lingbao Tianzun said in a cold voice with a hint of murderous intent: "Hongjun really can't get away!"
Whether it is being dragged away by Emperor Tai Tian, or other circumstances, it will lead to the final result, and Zixiao Palace is unable to intervene in the prehistoric period.
In the past, if the general trend did not change, Hongjun would not come out. In the future, it is very likely to turn into a situation where the general trend would be earth-shaking, but Hongjun would still not come out.
"If Hongjun doesn't come out, the world will be in chaos." Empress Houtu sighed and said, "This is the ending you want."
"One calamity after another. If Hongjun doesn't come out, chaos will break out sooner or later."
Lingbao Tianzun looked calm and said: "Instead of having two great catastrophes, it is better to end it in Fengshen at once. The long-term pain is not as good as the short-term pain."
"All living beings suffer." Empress Houtu's eyes were full of compassion, she couldn't help but shook her head and sighed.
"Let Ksitigarbha bear the catastrophe caused by Shen Gongbao." Lingbao Tianzun said calmly: "Only when all sentient beings are saved can we realize Bodhi."
"You have already planned it."
Empress Houtu seemed to understand something. Perhaps Lingbao Tianzun was just the leader, and there was more than one saint behind him.
She had renounced the throne early on, so she was the last person to receive the message.
"Every time comes, heaven and earth are all working together, and the heroes are not free." Lingbao Tianzun said in a low voice: "It's the same sentence, sooner or later it will break out, all it needs is a fuse."
Taiyi is far away and Hongjun is missing. God Haotian is not willing to be checked and balanced by the six emperors. He is afraid that he may have the idea of overturning the table.
The human race is suffering from internal and external troubles, the ancient witchcraft religion still exists, the two lines are constantly fighting, the world is boiling, and the three ancient tribes are eyeing each other.
The Taoist sect is prosperous, the West is rising, the underworld is in turmoil, and the Styx River is noisy. There are problems everywhere in the heaven and on earth.
Today's prehistoric times are like a huge powder keg, with only dry wood left to ignite the fire.
(End of chapter)
