Zhang Yan has never thought about the state of a saint, nor can he imagine it. The only thing that can be inferred is that a saint should be based on the realm of the great road.
When the three self-generated Hongmeng Purple Qi in his body completely matured, Zhang Yan began to explore ways to rely on them to find a breakthrough. But he soon discovered that the solution was right in front of him, so simple that it required almost no effort.
The three Hongmeng Purple Qi are like three pipes, which penetrate deeply into the bottom layer of Zhang Yan's life at a very mysterious level, and then the other end penetrates into what Zhang Yan has been comprehending day and night, which is even more mysterious. Among the mysterious avenues.
The avenue is on top, Zhang Yan is on the bottom. In the middle are three self-generated Hongmeng purple energy as connections.
Under this situation, Zhang Yan had a sense of consciousness, that is, he was actually connected with Dao at this time, or could it be said that he was now a piece of dust attached to Dao?
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Now, when I look back at those methods and cultivation practices in the past, they all seem boring. Just like Zhang Yan looked back on his achievements as a monk when he became an immortal. The gap between the two is so big that it can almost distinguish them in essence.
Even the biggest change is that Zhang Yan can overlook all living beings from the perspective of the avenue, including those Da Luo Jinxian who are called the powerful ones in the void world. These living beings are all equal in Zhang Yan's vision. The reason for equality is that he can clearly see the bright and dark threads involved in all living beings. Each vein represents the direction chosen by this creature at a certain moment. If you follow it one by one, you can achieve a certain stage or a larger result...
"Is this fate?" Zhang Yan was shocked.
I often hear people say, "I have no control over my destiny." Now it seems that he is indeed right. A person's destiny is never determined. Where you end up going and what kind of consequences you taste, whether it is bitter or sweet, are all determined by your choices again and again. No one said that they were destined for a certain outcome from the beginning.
However, the sentence "My destiny is up to me and I cannot control it" may not necessarily work if it is placed in front of a saint like Zhang Yan. Because the threads of fate are right under the nose of the saint. If you don’t interfere, you can indeed “let my fate be up to you and not God.” But when the saint intervenes and kills or covers up the threads of fate for you, what you have done is The choice you make seems to be yours, but in fact it has become a marionette. Destiny has also become the reins in the hands of the saint. You have to go wherever the saint tells you to go.
Sad or not? Sad, but not that sad. Because ninety-nine percent of the creatures would not know it even if they were dragged into puppets by the saint. I don’t even know where the sadness comes from?
"Where is my destiny? Is it hidden?" Zhang Yan couldn't see the threads of his destiny, but he could feel them hidden in the texture of the avenue. If you want to pry into it, you have to pry open those textures. This is something Zhang Yan claims to be unable to do, at least. Only then did I really feel at ease. I understand that what I used to think of as "jumping out of the chessboard" was probably a joke, but now I truly have my destiny in my own hands.
Afterwards, Zhang Yan suddenly seemed to have lost most of his goals and motivation. Although he had long been used to the boring practice, he was not used to having his expectations and vision for the future turned into nothingness.
Without goals, how can the existing value of the meaning of life be reflected? You can’t eventually become a blind cultivation machine, right? Even if the avenue of exploration is unknown, Zhang Yan doesn't find it difficult now.
The only thing that can still be unresolved in Zhang Yan's heart is to follow the footsteps of the ancient world and break through some obstacles in the void world to go to other places. He guessed that the place where the great world of prehistoric times went was probably the world where the earth was at the beginning of his existence before he traveled back.
"But where are the traces of the great world that once disappeared?"
Over the years, Zhang Yan practiced while exploring various methods that he could use after becoming a saint. At the same time, he never gave up looking for clues that led to the great world leaving the void world.
What is certain is that when the great world of prehistoric times was left, it must not have penetrated from the surface of the void to the depths of the Chaos Realm. It should be a direct cross-over, from one side of the void world to the other side.
After making this judgment, Zhang Yan actually tried to penetrate the void world, but the result was that even if he became a saint now, he still could not break through the deep barrier of the void world. He wasn't even sure if he had reached the bottom of the void world, or was he still far away?
Or maybe the method is wrong?
Even if we find communication in the Wild Sky Realm, we still can't figure out what the threshold is and where it is. According to the Wild Sky Realm, the reaction is that it does not know what is under or above the void world, and it has no inheritance at all in this regard.
Is it necessary to completely unite with the Wild Sky Territory? Can someone like Hongzu find a way to leave the void?
Zhang Yan did not want to take the path of true harmony. Because he was in a different state from Hongzu's original state. Hongzu merged with the great world as a god and demon. After joining the Tao, he became a dual life form at the living and world level. It should have changed from "attaching to the great road" to "integrating into the great road". Zhang Yan is no longer a simple living being. The nebula evolving in his body is a sign of life in the world. He should be on the same level of life as Hong Zu after he merged with the Tao.
In addition, Zhang Yan feels that breaking through the void should not be a threshold of brute force, but more likely a knack of means. Therefore, there is no need to pursue the path of Hongzu's harmony.
Such doubts had troubled Zhang Yan for a long time, but in the end he still couldn't find the answer. Zhang Yan had only one way left: go to Luanyu Ao Island and ask questions face to face. Presumably, Tongtian, as a saint, must have known the whole story of such a big thing.
However, Zhang Yan still made a series of preparations before going. The most important thing is to leave the Six Soul Flags in the Desolate Heaven Realm and seal them the most tightly according to his current Dao cultivation level. After all, he was probably the strongest saint in the great world, and Zhang Yan could not be too cautious.
This time, Zhang Yan didn't bother to find any passage for the collapse of the void. He directly tore open the surface of the void, then detected the incomplete space that was abrupt under the surface, and finally moved over.
Chaos Territory has long lost its previous vast appearance. Tattered and tattered like leftovers.
If Zhang Yan hadn't stopped it, the entire thirty-three days of this vast world would have been swallowed up by the Wild Sky Territory. Nowadays, a corner is left as the last stability to wrap up the similarly incomplete Aodao sea area.
