In front of the gate of wonders.
Chaos solidifies, and the avenue stagnates.
In a dazzling white light, a tall figure appeared in front of Zi Shou, sighed and said: "Sure enough, you will do this."
Zi Shou could already feel at this moment that the surroundings had turned into an ancient imperial prison.
In other words, the Ancient Imperial Prison came from a higher dimension and covered the surrounding chaos.
He looked up at the tall figure who appeared in front of him and said, "Sure enough, you have to open cell B yourself."
The white light in front of his eyes dissipated.
Zi Shou stood opposite the tall figure.
What Zishou saw was a tall young man with sharp eyebrows and starry eyes, wearing an imperial robe and an imperial crown on his head.
The man had a face exactly like his.
No, it's not just the same face.
Even the breath, Tao Yun, soul, origin, everything knowable and unknowable are exactly the same.
The man in front of me is Zi Shou.
Zi Shou's eyes froze for a moment. Even though he had made various preparations, he still looked shocked when he saw the prisoner in Cell B.
After all, even he would be surprised to see another one of himself as a prisoner.
But after being surprised, Zishou quickly calmed down, looked at the other person in front of him, and said calmly: "Sure enough, it's you...it's me."
The prisoner Zishou smiled slightly and said: "As expected, you had expected it. It can be seen that although you are a little surprised, you are also prepared."
Zishou nodded and said: "I am indeed prepared, but I just think that one of the prisoners in the last two cells is related to me, but I don't want to not only be related to him, but even to be myself."
When the prisoner Zi Shou appeared and spoke, some long-standing memories deep in the origin of Zi Shou awakened.
No, it shouldn't be said to be waking up.
The prisoner Zishou has the same origin as him. When they face each other, the memories and truth sealed in the prisoner Zishou's mind are also transmitted to Zishou's mind.
He saw that, eons ago, he was walking in chaos.
That chaos was far more prosperous and lively than the chaos that prehistoric times now exist.
All of this was created by him.
All things, all dharmas, and all ways are his people.
But everything will eventually perish, and everything must come to an end.
The prosperous chaos fell silent, and all the heavens and worlds withered.
His people left.
He tried his best, but in the end he could only save a little shadow and a little residue.
There was only a hollow echo in the residue.
He couldn't accept it, and he couldn't forget it.
This became his biggest knot and his prison.
Finally, he came to the Ancient Imperial Prison, where he sealed himself.
Even after unknown years passed, he could not forget all this.
So, he sealed all the past years in a corpse, then chopped the corpse away and went to the empty echo that he once retained.
The corpse in the Ancient Emperor's prison bore everything on his behalf, sealing everything in the past.
After another unknown period of time.
The new chaos around the Ancient Imperial Prison begins a new reincarnation: the reincarnation of chaos.
But the empty echo he once preserved turned into a universe at the edge of chaos.
He was ups and downs in this extremely barren corner of the universe, and finally one day, he turned into a complete mortal on this peaceful blue planet.
The moment he became a mortal.
The Ancient Imperial Prison will inevitably produce cause and effect, thereby stirring up the changes in the entire chaos.
finally.
He penetrated the dimension of time and space, returning to the moment before the echo of the void transformed into the universe, and came to the time and space that was still called the prehistoric chaos.
The chaos that existed in the primeval world will eventually be annihilated and collapsed, and eventually become the ordinary, barren and boring universe.
Then in a barren corner of the universe, a planet named Earth was born.
His earth is born.
He woke up in the wilderness.
He is an extremely powerful co-lord who changes the entire chaos.
He is an ordinary mortal on earth.
He is who he is.
He has many names, each one is Him.
His current name is Zishou.
Zi Shou finally understood everything.
He finally understood why the Ancient Imperial Prison could forcibly instill realm and power into him without damaging his potential; he finally understood why the Ancient Imperial Prison was clearly a prison of the heart, but it needed a warden.
Because the Ancient Imperial Prison did not give him realm and power, but gave them back to him.
Everything he has now is his past.
The prisoner Zi Shou quietly watched the changes in the expression on Zi Shou's face. When Zi Shou's expression calmed down, he said calmly: "So, have you forgotten the past now?"
Zishou did not answer directly, but looked at the prisoner Zishou and asked: "Forget the past?"
The prisoner Zishou said: "Only by forgetting the past, your future will not be shadowed. Only by forgetting the past, can you create a better chaos and create a group of people without shadows."
"You couldn't forget the past, so you couldn't create the ideal chaos, and you couldn't create the ideal people."
"So, now you've forgotten?"
The prisoner Zi Shou looked at Zi Shou quietly, waiting for the answer.
The answer that he and Zishou had been waiting for.
Zi Shou was silent for a long time. He stood there, but his consciousness had already swept across the wilderness, swept through chaos, and swept away everything that was knowable and unknowable.
He looked towards the Origin Land.
There was a hollow echo.
It was the remnant that he had tried his best to preserve.
He looked towards the end again.
There, there is a blue planet.
That was the moment he woke up.
this moment.
He stands at the origin, the present, and the end. He is chaos, and he is everything knowable and unknowable.
One thought from him can change everything.
As long as he forgets, everything will disappear and he can become the supreme existence again. He has no shadow, and his creations will naturally have no shadow.
Zi Shou knows that all it takes is one thought.
Everything resets and everything becomes better.
Everything in front of us, whether it is the ancient world or the secret realm, the whole chaos is just a "dream" born of that empty echo.
It is the hollow echo that produces something even hollower.
There is a better world and better things waiting for him.
He just needed to nod and forget everything for a moment.
After a long time.
He raised his eyes, looked at the prisoner Zishou, smiled slightly, and said, "I have forgotten it."
Prehistoric times, chaos, everything, origin, present, and end, nothing has changed.
The prisoner Zishou didn't seem to be surprised at all what was happening in front of him. He just spoke in the same calm tone and said: "How can you forget?"
Zishou said, "I can forget."
The prisoner's son said: "Why can I forget?"
Zishou was silent for a moment this time, then smiled and said: "I am the warden."
The prisoner was stunned for a moment, then he laughed and said, "Okay."
The words fell.
He has disappeared.
He is Zi Shou's corpse that cut out the sealed past, and he replaces Zi Shou as the past trapped in the prison of his heart.
Now, he's back.
He only left the last sentence to ring in Zi Shou's ears, saying: "As the warden of the prison of the heart, how can you be trapped in the prison of the heart? This is very reasonable."
His voice was full of laughter.
Finally it becomes invisible.
Zi Shou is in front of his eyes.
A small cell appeared. On the four walls of the cell, there were many traces of the past.
In these past events, Zi Shou saw the destruction of the Li Clan, with his body standing aside and watching indifferently.
He saw Pangu escaping from the pursuit of the Lord of Three Thousand Secret Realms, and his body was guiding him in the dark.
He saw Pangu creating the world, being besieged by three thousand chaotic gods and demons controlled by the Lord of the Secret Realm, and finally died of exhaustion, and his body dropped a seed in the wilderness.
He saw Nuwa, Sanqing, Pingxin and other quasi-sages entering the chaos to look for opportunities to become saints, and met a shadow cast by his corpse. Then Nuwa returned to the ancient world and created the human race.
The seed dropped by his body began to grow in the soil of the ancient human race.
finally.
The seeds grow and bear fruit.
Transformed into the last human king named Zishou.
The deity of Zi Shou opens his eyes on earth.
The human prince opened his eyes in the wilderness.
Two pairs of eyes look at the origin, the present, and the end at the same time.
Two pairs of eyes looked at Zi Shou at this moment.
Zishou smiled softly and said, "Why should we forget?"
"Not being able to forget the past is weakness, not being able to protect the people is not strong enough, and forgetting everything and starting over is also retreat."
"I will not retreat."
"Even if it is a 'dream' that echoes emptyly, I can create a new world."
He had not reached the highest level in the past, otherwise he would not have been unable to prevent the end, and would not have been trapped in a prison in his heart because he could not forget.
He has forgotten everything now. It seems beautiful, but he is just walking the same path again.
That being the case, why would he go back to his old ways? Why doesn't he create a new path.
Everything in front of you, known and unknown, did develop from that empty echo, but this does not mean that everything in front of you is wrong or defective.
Because, no matter whether it is a mistake or a flaw, it is nothing but a definition.
He can establish new definitions, and he is confident that he can go further.
Going better than he ever was.
The empty echo is filled with the sounds of sentient beings.
At the last moment, step forward and level it.
Why forget?
Remembering is the best way to forget.
On the four walls of the cell, countless pairs of eyes looked at Zi Shou, smiling.
The next moment.
The prison cell turned into a primitive wilderness, into a secret realm, into boundless chaos.
The endless light once again covered Zi Shou's sight, but this time in the infinite light, Zi Shou could easily see every change in the masters of the secret realm.
Among the 2,898 secret realm masters, only 2,887 have actually taken action. The eleven secret realm masters headed by the Ancient Underworld Holy Master are fishing.
And behind the eleven masters of the secret realm, Holy Lord Gu Ming, a long high-dimensional cause and effect spread out, and finally connected to the other ninety-seven masters of the secret realm.
Each of these one hundred and eight secret realm lords has a high-dimensional cause and effect connected together, spreading to the origin.
These one hundred and eight secret realm lords are the anchors of the "new order".
Zi Shou was startled for a moment with some doubts, and then smiled and said: "Sure enough, heaven and earth also have their own ideas, and all living beings are also working hard on their own."
"All sentient beings don't need a savior, they just need a voice to tell them that their self-salvation is effective."
"I just need a gentle push."
He could have simply wiped out all the secret realm lords and arbitrarily reshaped everything with his own ideas, but he did not do so.
The light faded.
Zi Shou stretched out his hand to grasp the joint attack of 2,887 secret realm lords.
The immeasurable light turned into a little light, and the quilt was held in the hand.
this moment.
It was as if the three thousand secret realms and boundless chaos were in his hands.
He controls chaos, his thoughts bring forth the universe, and he looks down on all living beings.
He is the beginning, he is the present, and he is the end.
All the masters of the secret realm looked shocked.
Even Holy Lord Gu Ming was stunned. His face was hidden in the mist, the corners of his mouth twitched, and he murmured to himself: "I have never seen this scene before."
A voice sounded in the origin of the Ancient Underworld Holy Lord.
It was the voice of the Lord of Xunfeng, with some suspicion, saying: "Holy Lord of the Ancient Underworld, are you sure he is the one?"
Holy Lord Gu Ming nodded without any hesitation and said, "OK."
Another voice also appeared.
That was the leader of the Huan clan. He said, "Are you sure this one won't destroy us together?"
In his voice, there are also the voices of more than a hundred secret realm lords.
Holy Lord Gu Ming did not answer immediately this time, but after hesitating for a moment, he said: "Not sure."
"But what's the difference?"
One hundred and seven secret masters were silent for a moment, then laughed at the same time and said: "Indeed, there is no big difference."
The end of eternity is coming soon. Whether they succeed or fail, they are ready for everything.
…
In front of the gate of wonders.
More than two thousand secret realm lords were solidified, along with the secret realm gates and ethnic groups behind them, all solidified together.
Whether it is the most powerful master of the secret realm or the master of the secret realm with the deepest cause and effect, they are all solidified from the source.
It was as if the entire chaos had solidified.
However, this solidification is not static, nor does it lose all changes.
In fact, all secret realm masters, all secret realms, and all secret realm ethnic groups can move freely.
They can fight, they can run away, they can do whatever they want.
They are still thinking, they are still observing everything.
But there is a barrier called illusion between what they think and what they do.
They can only stand quietly, watch quietly, and think quietly, but they cannot turn all their thoughts into actions.
Snapped!
The two duel fields broke apart.
The Taixu Thunder Lord turned into a thunderous light and returned to the group of Lords of the Secret Realm.
Pangu walked out carrying Lord Jiaochi's head. He didn't even have many injuries on his body, just some wrinkles on the corners of his clothes.
the other side.
The Lord Donghuang also spilled billions of blood and escaped with half of his body.
The Lord of Yaoguang and the Lord of Feitian have disappeared.
Tongtian's body was much more miserable. Hundreds of wounds appeared on his body, but most of them had healed in just one breath.
He was holding a sword in his hand, and the blood of the Mystic Lord stained on the sword exuded terrifying power.
Tongtian glanced disdainfully at the half of the Eastern Wasteland God Lord who had escaped, said nothing, sheathed his sword and retreated.
Just an enemy.
Saint Tongtian has always had nothing to say to his enemies.
Just lift the sword and chop, where is all the nonsense?
Tongtian came to Zi Shou and took a look at him, and found that Zi Shou was very different from before.
If before, he could still clearly see the boundaries of Zishou, now he can no longer see the boundaries of Zishou at all.
It was only a short time, what happened?
Tongtian raised his eyebrows in confusion, but then he smiled.
No matter what it is.
All good things.
PS: I’m almost finished writing this. There should be another chapter, which will be posted in two days. There were originally many plots later on, including the Great World, the true origin of the Ancient Imperial Prison, and going to the worlds of several inmates to write some plots about the heavens. It's just that I've been in a bad state recently, my children are always sick, and I'm feeling anxious. After finishing the book, I will write a few Zhutian extras for everyone for free. I’ll write this after I finish this review, so I won’t go into it here because it will exceed the word count.
