Home has a door to the flood

Chapter 719 Mystery of Luck, Pan Gu's Suspicion

Ye Ang carefully compared the Kunlun God Realm with other areas, which made him discover something.

Those students in the academy of the Kunlun God Realm can generate more and higher-quality luck than those casual practitioners of the same realm in the outside world.

Ye Ang narrowed his eyes slightly. He remembered that the master of the ten states said that luck is not just based on cultivation. In a sense, among the factors that determine the output of luck, cognitive and spiritual variables occupy more important proportions.

This situation made him nod his head involuntarily, which he could understand. It also showed that it was almost impossible to hoard luck on a large scale through certain roads.

In the past, Ye Ang once thought about whether it is possible to forcibly improve the luck of the universe by multiplying intelligent creatures on a large scale, through this most stupid method, instead of pursuing some civilization promotion.

But the facts have proved that this method does not work. According to the master of the ten states, luck is supposed to support the living beings. If the quality of individual intelligent creatures is not improved and the quality and efficiency of the luck they produce is improved, then for As far as the entire universe is concerned, the ratio of air transport output to consumption will be out of balance. In a sense, the "profit margin" will be reduced, and the expansion and reproduction of intelligent creatures in this process will greatly consume air transport. It will make the long river of luck in the universe "inundated with debts", and may eventually go bankrupt and liquidated.

She once told about a universe she had seen, in which a small group of evil gods cultivated intelligent beings in the universe indefinitely in order to harvest luck, but did not give them the opportunity to develop upwards, just hoping to harvest luck.

And in the last universe, those intelligent beings who were bred collectively degenerated, and on a certain day they suddenly became silent, and the entire universe was full of walking corpses. Although those intelligent beings were alive, they were lifeless.

The luck of the entire universe collapsed, completely turning into a wasteland area, and at the same time there was a huge hole in luck.

In this case, those evil gods who harvested their luck fell into the ruined universe at once, owed a huge karma, and were firmly locked in it, sinking with the entire universe.

To put it bluntly, in such a situation, even the carefree Da Luo would have to cut flesh and fill holes in order to get out, otherwise, I'm afraid he would just give up a Taoist body, give up a lot of wealth, and let the innate immortality be naked run away.

Ye Ang felt his scalp tingle whenever he thought of that situation. After all, if there were no accidents in the prehistoric world, there would be hundreds of big Luos in the future. In this case, who can guarantee that everyone will max out their bottom line and have a happy time together? Breeding intelligent creatures, after all, there are so many Da Luo Zunshen, even if it is really bankrupt and liquidated, everyone can cut some meat to fill it up.

If it really doesn't work, everyone will support the strongest, and the world will reopen at worst.

But Ye Ang is not so optimistic, he always feels that there is too much fog behind his time travel.

The biggest problem is that the almost conceptual door in my innate immortal aura, so far I can't see anything, as if it is a tightly closed black box.

Ye Ang seriously doubts whether there is a high-dimensional eternal existence behind his time travel, otherwise it would be difficult to explain so much fog.

But there are more doubts in it, for example, does the level of high-dimensional eternals really exist?Why in my own deduction, Taiyi Daluo is the ultimate Tao, and there is no way out in the future?
I have reached the end of the road, you tell me there is still a way?Ye Ang didn't believe it.

If Dugufeng hadn't revealed this news, he probably would have laughed it off.

So now he also feels that many things are full of an unknown feeling.

In this prehistoric world, there are too many fogs and unknowns.

Why did the gods of Da Luo collectively turn the fruit into the cause, and open up the world again, and who is the Pangu in his memory?

When Ye Ang was promoted to Daluo, he knew that he was Pangu, but when he was promoted to Taiyi Daluo, he further knew that he was just a certain fragment of Pangu, and the one who had "dead" in his memory Pangu, on the other hand, didn't even have a shadow.

Let him rummaged through the entire timeline of the creation of the world, but he couldn't find any traces, which made him vigilant.

If it is said that in the entire prehistoric world, who might be the unknown high-dimensional eternal being hidden in the dark, then only "Pangu" is the most likely.

Ye Ang still remembers what Pan Gu said before the creation of the world, "Create all kinds of things, and deduce civilization!"

Regardless of whether this is the real purpose of "His", Ye Ang dare not be careless.

He was really worried, if one day the big Luos collapsed after playing, and there really were creatures who took the initiative to silence, collectively degenerate, civilization completely collapsed, and the whole prehistoric desolation was completely reduced to ruins, the gods of the big Luo wanted to cut their flesh to make up for it. The hole, and as a result, a certain existence who had been rubbing secretly rushed out with an axe, and slashed and killed.

As long as he thinks of that scene, Ye Ang's heart shudders.

This situation is not the best, but it cannot be ruled out that it will happen. After all, he knows that he is not the only Pangu.

Not sure, there really is a "Pangu" at the level of a high-dimensional eternal being, and he is doing something.

Anyway, Ye Ang has made up his mind and absolutely cannot let this kind of scene happen.

Having said that, I have to talk about the magic of luck.

Regarding luck, Honghuang's current mainstream research is still very rough, and naturally it cannot be compared with the multiverse, but at least the direction is right.

Ye Ang has reason to believe that with the continuous emergence of Da Luo Zunshen, Hong Huang's understanding of luck will improve rapidly, and one day he will realize the nature and function of luck.

Qi luck is a thing of sympathy between heaven and man, which is equivalent to the disturbance of heaven and earth by intelligent beings and true spirits. In a sense, it is the "fruit of labor" obtained by the constant operation of wisdom, and it is the fundamental value created by living beings in the world.

If you can use your luck for yourself, you can save a lot of time and push your own practice to a higher level.

This is the crudest and simplest use of luck for practitioners.

But the most frightening thing is that, unlike the vitality of heaven and earth, the vitality of heaven and earth has little effect on Hunyuan powerhouses, but luck, even for Taiyi Daluo, is effective.

Ye Ang felt that if he used up all the luck in the prehistoric world today, maybe he would be able to go further, go further on Taiyi Daluo, and get closer to the origin of Dao , the so-called infinite.

By that time, he should probably be able to face the rulers of the upper ten states head-on without losing the wind.

But just think about it, not to mention that he currently has no ability to forcibly restrain all luck, even if there is such a means, he can't use it, otherwise, the whole prehistoric luck will collapse, the spirituality of the soul will sink, and the luck will be cut off. I can't guarantee whether Honghuang will immediately form a luck sinkhole and drag himself into it.

At that time, he would cut his flesh and run away, maybe he could take Nuwa along with him, but the fate of other creatures would be miserable.

Of course, this is the best result. Maybe just when Ye Ang was about to run, the door couldn't be opened, and then a big man with an ax rushed out, chopping himself to pieces with the axe. Repression to the end of time.

(End of this chapter)