The real person of Cihang in the prehistoric

Chapter 85 Lecture Two

Calculations, calculations are everywhere in the prehistoric times.

It is true to say that the prehistoric era is the purest place, because almost all the creatures here have a heart for the Tao, and they are all pursuing their own avenue and moving towards the highest.

But it is also the place with the most calculations. A sentence or a conversation, which seems to be plain on the surface, is full of calculations, calculations for the sake of the road, calculations for survival, it is not an exaggeration to say that it is the dirtiest place.

And this is prehistoric.

Countless gods and demons appeared from all directions of the square. The three thousand gods and demons Zixiaoke are just an imaginary number, and the meaning is endless.

Taoist ancestors preached in the ancient times and never limited the number of gods and demons.

Whether you are a Celestial Clan or a Pan Clan, as long as you are a destined person and step on the ladder of the world, then you can come to Zixiao Palace and listen to the sermons of Taoist Ancestor.

The sea embraces all rivers, this is the true Taoist ancestor.

As the heel born from the innate energy of the Five Supreme Beings, Hongjun is more like the legendary son of destiny who belongs to the ancient Taoist era, who understands the method of cultivation and spreads the way to the world.

This is Hongjun's destiny. Even if three or four Rahus confront him, Hongjun, who is blessed with destiny, will only end up defeated. This will happen countless times.

The waiting time seemed to be long, but for creatures like the gods and demons of the prehistoric era, it was just a short rest, and the door of Zixiao Palace opened.

The innate Taoist inscriptions on the huge door are depicted in ink with the merits of heaven. It seems that the mountains, rivers, lakes and seas of the prehistoric world can be found in the patterns decorated on the door.

Haotian boy came out of the door holding a golden bell in his hand.

The golden bell is also a spiritual treasure, and its grade is innately top-grade.

As the bell swayed, it meant that the second lecture of Zixiao Palace was about to begin. The moment the bell rang, the huge Zixiao Palace slowly turned into a light and flashed in front of the eyes of many gods and demons.

The next moment, Dao Palace disappeared.

Countless gods and demons, all of them the most powerful existences in the prehistoric world, were unknowingly transferred to a different realm from the prehistoric era.

Only traces of Tao exist here, and countless Tao sounds ring in the ears of Cihang and other ancient gods and demons.

And this is where the real Zixiao Palace is.

In the wheel of heaven!
Hongjun's figure slowly descended, and the shadows of the jade dish of creation and the wheel of heaven behind him were all rotating around him, as if he was the only one in the world.

"Today, I will talk about the Tao of Hunyuan!"

boom!
Hunyuan is a word that does not belong to the same realm as Daluo Jinxian, but a realm of existence that transcends the level of Daluo Jinxian.

At this moment, Hongjun Daozu lifted the veil and showed it to countless prehistoric gods and demons.

With a wave of his sleeves, countless big worlds appeared, and they surrounded all the ancient gods and demons present. Each of the ancient gods and demons was immersed in one of the big worlds.

With another wave of his hand, a shadow of the Heavenly Dao Wheel appeared in every big world.

The very center of the Taoist Wheel's shadow is where the gods and demons of the prehistoric times are.

Their souls were immersed in it and seemed to fall into a deep sleep.

The phantom of the Heavenly Dao Wheel rotates, slowly weaving an illusory long river of destiny, in which only the gods and demons of the ancient times rise and fall.

…………

Silence, sadness, loneliness.

The boundless black sea was lapping at Cihang's sleeping face, and the cold touch made Cihang shiver unconsciously. When Cihang woke up, his whole body was wet with the black seawater, and the sea breeze blew him unconsciously. The ground was chilly.

wrong!

He is Daluo Jinxian, he shouldn't feel cold. Isn't he listening to Taozu's sermon? Why is he here?

Too many questions ran through Cihang's mind.

No one answered his doubts, and he seemed to be the only life around him.

In the whole world except him, there is only this black sea with no borders.Cold, lonely, lonely.

All the emotions that would never appear in a person with a firm Taoist heart kept emerging from Cihang's body. It was an uncontrollable venting of emotions.

He knew he wouldn't die, but what was the use?
On the lonely black sea, he was the only one feeling the cold and swallowing the taste of loneliness.

Looking at the sea surface without fish and life, he stood on it and floated spontaneously, but he couldn't use any magic power around him, and he watched alone for nine thousand years.

The time that usually passed by taking a nap became extremely long at this moment.

What's the point of living?

But he couldn't die even if he wanted to. An inexplicable force prevented him from dying.

After an unknown amount of time, he squatted on the sea, looking at the black water and wondering what he was thinking.

There seemed to be no sense of time here, and Cihang didn't know how long he looked before he slowly stood up.

He stood up straight, looked towards the unknown black sea, and slowly lowered his body.

Pfft!
For the first time there were signs of life in the black ocean.

Cihang has been sinking slowly all this time, countless memories washed over him like a floodgate.

"teacher!"

He saw countless gods and beasts on Kunlun Mountain, looking at him with light in their eyes.

"Disciple!"

He heard Yuqing's voice, which was a sadness he had never heard before. The scene where he was in the West and transformed into aura appeared in front of his eyes. His master, who paid the most attention to etiquette and grace, ignored his own manners and roared loudly. .

"Brother!"

The fat figure had a timid look on his cheeks. His hands unconsciously tried to hold it, and Cihang curled the corners of his mouth.

That was when his junior brother, Duobao, the first disciple of Uncle Shangqing, came to Kunlun Mountain for the first time and was frightened by Yuqing's cold face.

Countless shouts and countless pictures flashed by one by one.

Bang!
Bang! !

Bang! ! !
The beating of Dao's heart became stronger and stronger, and the voice became louder and louder.

The sound of the crashing waves and the roaring of the sea wind were all covered up by Dao Xin's voice at this moment, and immeasurable brilliance bloomed from Cihang's body.

The dark sea had a different color for the first time.

That is light, that is the color of compassion.

At first, the radiance was as large as a candle, but gradually spread in all directions. The black ocean turned blue, and countless creatures appeared playfully around Cihang.

"Great mercy!"

"Great mercy!"

Endless prayers came from unknown directions.

Cihang's figure is no longer sinking, and his path to Hunyuan has become clear!

The world will never be the same because of the lack of a living being, but a living being can determine its own role in the world.

Building rocks and accumulating water are all functions.

So isn't his compassion one of them?

No kindness is too small to be neglected, as long as mercy is needed, he will be there.

This is his path to Hunyuan, this is his mercy!
(End of this chapter)