Under the prehistoric land, there is a place of nine secluded and turbid yin. When Yan realizes the changes in the secret realm, his mind is unclear and his mood is extremely complicated, the yin and underworld world over Fuxi is still being opened up and improved.
In the land of Jiuyou, the endless turbid air is constantly being swallowed and absorbed. Various treasures or secret worlds are wrapped in countless auras of various colors, and they are integrated into the newly opened world of Yin and Ming, transforming into nutrients and foundation for its growth.
As time goes by, the world of Yinming becomes wider and wider, like an invisible shadow deep in the ancient wilderness, expanding at a speed visible to the naked eye, slowly infecting and adhering to the entire ancient land.
Gradually, the aura exuded by this Yinming world became more and more majestic and vast, full of weirdness and mystery.
The two paths of heaven and earth, yin and yang, continue to evolve as the world grows. Yin and yang flow with ambition, but have clear boundaries, and finally the difference between yin and yang is completely established.
Immediately, the heaven and earth became clear, and the great road congratulated each other.
Between heaven and earth, a black and yellow golden light of merit descends from the nine heavens, traverses the two realms of Yin and Yang, and finally falls into the newly opened world of Yin and Ming, and is absorbed by the world and the great god Fuxi who stands upright and performs the work of opening up.
The heaven and earth favored him, and the gift of such merit immediately attracted countless attention. These eyes were either annoyed and solemn, or excited and excited, and there were even some who were thoughtful and ready to make a move.
Under the gaze of countless eyes with different thoughts, Great God Fuxi continued to absorb merit, and his aura continued to rise. He reached the late stage of quasi-sage and the peak of quasi-sage. As it continued, just when another saint was about to appear in the ancient world, his rising aura suddenly stopped. .
Great God Fuxi sighed slightly, opened his eyes, his eyes were full of unwillingness, but he looked around at the world that had been completely achieved, and in the end he could only shake his head with regret.
There seems to be only a thin line between the pinnacle of quasi-sage and the holy realm, but it is like a vast abyss, completely different. Fuxi opened up the world of yin and underworld and established the realm of yin and yang between heaven and earth. Although his merits were sufficient, they were not enough to support him in forcibly breaking through the natural chasm and becoming a saint in one step.
Faced with the Saint's Dao Fruit and the opportunity that seemed to be within reach, but failed in the end, one can imagine Fuxi's unwillingness.
But if the opportunity is missed, there is no room for recovery. Faced with such a regrettable result, no matter how unwilling he is, Fuxi can only helplessly accept the sacred body that stands in the sky and earth with regret, and sadly fall into the underworld. In the underworld.
"What is missing? Dao enlightenment? Chance and luck? Or... Hongmeng purple energy!" Fuxi thought as he fell into the world of Yin.
When he thought of the Hongmeng Purple Qi, his eyes couldn't help but flash, and then he lurked away as if nothing had happened.
In the world of yin and underworld, although the great god Fuxi has disappeared, the influence he brought by opening up the world and dividing yin and yang by reason has achieved great merits is far from the past.
There seemed to be no change, and the ancient world that had been peaceful for thousands of years began to stir up waves. Invisibly, the calamity began to slowly accumulate.
Above the Nine Heavens of the Wilderness, there is a misty chaos surrounding it. Although it is not as fierce as the Hongmeng Chaos outside the world, it is not something that ordinary gods and gods can touch.
The Taoist ancestor Hongjun once established a Taoist temple here to grant great opportunities to all living beings, but those who could transcend the chaos and enter the purple sky were all powerful people with profound luck.
At this time, deep in the sea of misty chaos, a mysterious palace flickered and appeared. Inside, there was a man sitting quietly on a futon, his aura was dark, and everything in his body was in line with Tao and in harmony with heaven.
It seems to be right in front of you, but it seems to be far away, it seems to be far away, but it is close, it seems to be real and illusory; it seems to exist in the present, but it also includes the past and future.
It can be seen that it is majestic and vast, as if it encompasses the universe of time and space, yet it is as insignificant as a particle of dust and has no trace. This is Taoist Hongjun, the first saint in heaven and earth who unites the world and controls the world.
At this time, with the achievements of the underworld and Fuxi's regret hidden, Daozu slightly opened his indifferent but all-encompassing eyes and looked at Honghuang indifferently.
"Small trends can be changed, but major trends are irreversible!" Just like the prophecy of heaven and earth, as the indifferent voice of Dao Ancestor echoed in the palace, and as the words were spoken, some inexplicable changes quietly occurred in the avenue of heaven and earth.
Then, Daozu Hongjun closed his eyes again, but whether intentionally or not, when he closed his eyes, the floating dust in his hand waved gently, and the river of destiny suddenly surged, and the secret of the entire prehistoric world instantly became blurred.
At the same time, several saints in the prehistoric world also had different reactions at this time.
Among them, Empress Nuwa was the younger sister of Fuxi. When she saw that Fuxi had failed to become a saint, she shook her head with regret as if she had experienced the same thing, and looked towards somewhere in the ancient world, but in the end she did not take any other action.
The two sages of the West closed the Lingshan Mountain. When they saw Fuxi's situation, they looked at each other and looked at a place outside the mountain.
A trace of compassion and intolerance flashed in his eyes, but he finally shook his head, sighed indifferently, and continued to seal the mountain and ignore external affairs.
On the Kunlun Mountain in the East, the Saints of the Three Pure Ones gathered together again. Seeing Fuxi's condition, the Saint Tongtian of the Supreme Purity shook his head regretfully and said, "It's a pity, fellow Taoist Fuxi. It's just one step away."
"I think it's just right now!" Yuqing Yuanshi Tianzun shook his head and said.
Taiqing Laozi looked in a certain direction on the ground and said calmly: "Good or bad has nothing to do with us. The trend of the Lich will not change. We can just practice meditation quietly."
Saint Tongtian pursed his lips and said with some reluctance: "Fellow Hongyun may be in danger from now on. The Hongmeng Purple Qi was given by the teacher. Do we want to help him?"
After hearing this, Lao Tzu and the Original Heavenly Lord looked over together. The Original Heavenly Lord frowned with some dissatisfaction and said: "The Hongmeng Purple Qi is the opportunity and opportunity given to Taoist Fellow Hongyun by the teacher.
But whether you can seize the opportunity depends on fellow Taoist Hongyun himself. If he does not have a destiny and cannot seize this opportunity, then the Hongmeng Purple Qi will not be unable to disperse to other living beings in the world.
Isn't this a relief from fate? How do you know it's not what the teacher expected? So, how can we interfere randomly based on this? "
Saint Tongtian opened his mouth when he heard the words, but in the end he didn't say anything anymore, acquiescing to the original Tianzun's words. Seeing this, Taiqing Laozi nodded calmly and said: "Good!"
In the prehistoric world, the Six Saints sit and watch the storm, but the two Lich clans are already turbulent.
