There is a boat, sailing in the illusion of dust. It’s difficult to calm down while driving through the thoughts that come from this world.
Like a tidal wave. One wave after another, never ending. It's hard to let go of this, just because it's been too long and it can't be explained clearly in a while.
This was originally a pool of stagnant water, buried in dust, and seemed to be frozen into ice in the frozen sky and ground. But today, things are different. The dust seal was lifted. The frozen solid material returns to life in the warmth of spring and turns into living water again.
So, it became a river, flowing again.
That boat dropped a tree seed down the surging river, gathering ideas from all directions and listening to all opinions. As a result, all the accumulation over the years poured into that tree seed.
This becomes the nutrients that allow the tree species to grow, bloom and bear fruit.
Thousands of purples and reds, one flower and one fruit, and each fruit carries a piece of the past. In just a short moment, flowers bloom and bear fruit, and a period of time passes.
These past events are organized and dealt with. Thousands of pictures are intertwined together, and people who were originally unrelated have become connected in this interweaving. There is a common discourse.
Their thoughts, in the final analysis. They are all unwilling to accept the sudden end of life. However, their unwillingness is not here. When their resentment is taken away, some of them are just regrets.
No resentment, no hatred. In this life, I know no resentment or hatred. How helpless.
If they are still alive, they will always be smiling. This is a smile that everyone will show, a helpless fake smile.
They were deprived of their sense of injustice, so they could only drift with the tide and become calm.
But at this moment, it is no longer the case.
It only arises when that tree grows. It was this calmness that turned into a surge. The tree has roots that grow endlessly, and when the roots are brushed, they rise and surge.
That figure stood in the center of the tree. People saw that those long beards were filled with little stars, gathering in the white clothes.
People also saw that where they were, countless black masses were rising, covering the sky and the earth, appearing and disappearing.
"This is......."
Han Xiangzi suddenly became frightened. He felt that there was an extremely strong resentment in the world.
This second difficulty should have been eliminated. However, it was overturned.
"This is not only the second difficulty, but also the resentment of this emperor's journey."
Those buried grievances resurfaced. Their direction is exactly that big tree and that figure.
This darkness emerged in the sky and earth, like countless stars, as vast as the sea, and innumerable.
In an instant. That's when we came to that far distance. Come into the long beard.
then. Black and white.
No one can explain what this darkness is. What is the connection between it and that white coat? Why can we communicate with each other even though we are thousands of miles apart?
Only Han Xiangzi knows about this world. Because, deep in his body, he could clearly feel the resentment itself and the passing away of it.
That is not the resentment itself, but the collection of resentments from all directions in this emperor's presence over the countless years.
However, the accumulation of countless years was completely removed under the whiskers of the big tree.
This is a collection of resentments from the Emperor Linguanzhong over countless years. At this moment, they all converge on that person.
There was a soft hum. Han Xiangzi still spit out a mouthful of blood.
This was followed by other soft hums.
This was a soft hum from the side. It is the voice from the four heavenly masters of Jiuyin, Yuan Yuan, and Wu Ling.
Originally, these four most powerful men in the sky encountered Han Xiangzi's sneak attack, and they were all filled with resentment and occupied their minds.
But at this moment, all the resentment that the Resentment Master had accumulated in this world was drained away, and his strength receded again.
His mind finally began to recover.
"..."
Silence. There was fear in their eyes.
During this time, they had been in a state of confusion. But when his mind recovered, he recalled the sneak attack from Han Xiangzi.
Almost at the same time, they turned their heads sharply. What he saw was Han Xiangzi with bleeding eyes, and he was shocked, angry, and frightened.
They saw that Han Xiangzi's entire physical body was expanding. In an instant, it rose to a height of a hundred feet and continued to spread as if it were infinite.
boom!
There was an explosion, and they saw Han Xiangzi's swollen body explode with a bang. But he didn't see the flesh and blood flying around. Instead, a huge black shadow appeared and disappeared in his eyes instantly.
"This is......."
They don't know what happened. Then why did Han Xiangzi attack them sneakily, and why did he turn into a black shadow.
They didn't even have time to think. Because when they opened their eyes, the black shadow just flashed away. The only thing that always appeared in his eyes was that bright figure that seemed to never set.
What the four extremely powerful men saw was a very dense tree with long beards, and the figure standing in the center.
There, it's black and white.
What is clear is more than just the interlacing light of black and white. And the eyes of that figure.
As long as you see this person's eyes, it will be difficult to look away, because those eyes are very clear, with a restrained spirit but a deep clarity. Just like the rising sun behind the clouds in the early morning, it shows its true face despite the obstruction of heavy clouds and fog, and it can illuminate the entire sky.
But they also felt that there was ruthlessness in those eyes. It is the ruthless night that dispels the light.
The majestic momentum was suffocating. It made people forget their shock and anger for a moment.
"How can we unleash the true power of Huangquan Dao when we have no intention to die with resentment?"
People saw that figure, standing in the boat, gently twitching his fingers, as if writing a pen. One stroke after another, it fell into the boat beneath him.
As soon as I put down the pen and boat, the mountains and rivers and the trees and the infinite spring scenery have changed again.
This is not the heaven and the earth, but the small boat here.
When people saw the boat, it turned into a boundless ship in an instant.
A gust of wind, a shadow. Along the Ten Thousand Trees River, thousands of figures fell into the boats one after another. In one thought, everything was lost.
At this moment, the thirteen generals roared one after another. There was a lot of blood on his body, there was black mist, and there was an aura of chaos lingering, and the vision was shocking. The whole world was directed towards their powerful and evil aura.
The momentum is overwhelming and intimidating. It is a human disaster.
But they haven't waited for these thirteen generals to take action. There was a long cold sigh.
"Water can carry a boat, but it can also overturn it. The power of all living beings has condensed you, so naturally? It can also wipe you away."
At this moment, people saw a boat carrying the wrath of all living beings, gently and slowly landing in the palm of the white man.
Then, make a fist. Towards the front, punch down.
Thousands of angry roars erupted in unison, and with one punch, the sky turned dark, and with thirteen vibrations, everything turned white.
There was silence and nothing could be seen. I could only feel that there were thirteen extremely powerful auras, and a human disaster dissipated in an instant.
