The wilderness on the edge of the universe, the land of chaos, the mountain of immortality.
The huge beam of light connected the sky and the earth, penetrated the entire sky, and penetrated into the chaotic void.
The huge and pure spiritual energy of heaven and earth surges in this black mountain range, turning into the essence of liquid source essence. Each piece is filled with huge vitality and is scattered throughout the undead mountain range.
The closer you get to the center of the Immortal Mountain, the richer the life energy becomes. At the very core of the Immortal Mountain, a three-meter-high ancient tea tree is planted there. It is swaying in the wind, emitting an unspeakable energy. rhyme.
At this moment, ten thousand ways emerge here, and endless laws and orders are arranged here, as if an immortal is giving a lecture on the Tao. The rich charm of the Tao is refreshing and refreshing. Even a quasi-deity who is about to become a Taoist will probably have an epiphany immediately and step out. That last step is to truly gain the Tao and be respected.
As the leaves on the tea tree emitted a gleaming green light, a more vast and astonishing Taoist spirit emitted, containing shocking fluctuations, as if it was about to undergo countless calamities and reopen the world in chaos.
As soon as this word came out, all the realms immediately surrendered, as if they were welcoming their monarch to the world, and they all emitted the most brilliant brilliance. No matter who saw such a scene at this time, even if they were usually calm, they would probably be moved now.
Such true meaning of the Great Dao naturally comes from He Mu who is sitting cross-legged under the Enlightenment Tree.
I saw He Mu sitting cross-legged under the ancient Enlightenment tea tree, with his eyes closed tightly, and the immeasurable Tao rhyme flowing around him, performing the birth and death of the Tao. The terrifying power of the extreme Tao was shocking, as if he was a true immortal in the legend. It can only be like this.
However, what is a little surprising is that He Mu's hair is now gray, which is very different from the black hair before. Although he does not look old, the aura around him looks more and more vicissitudes and ancient, as if he has come from across the ages. , experienced the baptism of truly endless years.
There are no years in the mountains, and years are not counted in cultivating the Tao.
Although He Mu's face was still young and showed no traces of time except for his full hair, he had truly been sitting cross-legged under the Enlightenment Tree on the Immortal Mountain for thousands of years.
Suddenly, all the ways of heaven and earth returned to their original positions, and the boundless avenues were also restrained by He Mu. The condensed general trend of the entire Immortal Mountain dissipated at this moment, and everything returned to calm in an instant.
The next moment, He Mu, who was sitting cross-legged under the tree, slowly opened his eyes. There was no stunning light or overwhelming power. He was just like the most ordinary ordinary person in the world of mortals. He just looked more restrained and natural. But it's a bit illusory.
However, if someone could look carefully at He Mu's eyes at this moment, they would find that there seemed to be an entire universe rotating in He Mu's eyes, and the magnificent scene of world-creation and world-destruction floated in his eyes, vast and yet Bizarre.
Suddenly, it was as if the true Dao was performing in He Mu's pupils, explaining the true meaning of the universe. In other words, at this moment, He Mu was the Dao.
He seemed to have become the center of the world. The entire Immortal Mountain Range was pulsating with He Mu's breathing, and the chaos was also rising and falling in accordance with He Mu's thoughts. The power of the Heavenly Lord was undoubtedly demonstrated at this moment.
He Mu stood up and dusted off the non-existent dust on his body. As he moved, the ethereal feeling instantly dissipated, and he seemed to be back in reality again.
He Mu raised his head, his eyes seemed to have passed through the fog of chaos, looking at the vast world in the universe, taking in an overview of the world, overlooking the charming world of mortals.
As if he was still thinking about something, He Mu sighed softly.
"Another thousand years have passed. It's time to walk around this world of mortals again."
The next moment, He Mu disappeared from the immortal mountain, leaving only the ancient tea tree of Wu Dao that continued to sway with the breeze in the mountain, as if no one had ever been there.
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Above an unknown star, He Mu was walking in a small town paved with blue bricks.
The small town was bustling with activity, and there was no trace of the shocking battle a thousand years ago. Time, the greatest power in the world, was enough to heal all pain.
Although the small town is not big, it is simple and generous. There are small bridges, flowing water, and old houses and ancient corridors. This is a very leisurely small place. The residents living here live a leisurely and peaceful life, which is quite a bit... Comfortable.
He Mu walked casually on the street, listening to the hawking along the street.
"We sell steamed buns! Big steamed buns with thin skin and big fillings!"
"Candied haws on a stick! We sell candied haws on a skewer, a skewer of three cents, no charge if it's not delicious!"
"Roast chicken! Delicious and inexpensive roast chicken! Don't miss it if you pass by, come and see!"
"..."
The lively and real atmosphere of the mortal world is like a painting that condenses the long years, with the flavor of life, painted with countless sweat and tears, ordinary, simple and precious.
This small town paved with blue bricks has always stood here, recording the rise and fall of generations in the city, and carrying the joys, sorrows, joys and sorrows of every family and household.
He Mu couldn't remember how long it had been since he had felt like this.
Since he set out on the road, he has actually been far away from the most real world of mortals. Even if he sometimes escapes into it, it is not real, it is just looking at flowers in the smoke.
Amidst the aura of mortal world, He Mu seemed to vaguely see his past life. The memories of those scenes flashed through his mind like running water, but turned into eternal imprints.
As He Mu continued to walk on the street, his aura became more harmonious, as if he had gained some kind of liberation, making him more enlightened.
While walking, an idea came to He Mu's mind, and He Mu decided to take action on it.
A spiritual thought surged, and the next moment, it fell from the sky to the world.
