Great Dao Ji

Did he agree?

Above the Imperial Court, in the Demon Realm, in the hidden places of the continents, the eyes looking at this place fluctuate, either unwillingly, jealously, or sighing.

Yes, who can refuse such a blessing?

That, is the holy throne!

From ancient times to the present, has there ever been such a creation?

"Such a blessing..."

Gautama clasped his hands and looked at the heavens.

Above the clouds, the emperor's shadow stood with his hands behind his back. At the end of the western sky, a compassionate gaze fell here. Above the vast ocean of the South China Sea, the Great Dragon Gate buzzed and trembled, as if a supreme being was about to arrive.

Demonic realm, outer heaven, ghost kingdom...

Waves of will wavered, and he lowered his eyes and stared at this place.

There is nothing to hide, it is extremely majestic and majestic, and it seems that he does not care whether he will be noticed or not.

Just like the sun patrolling the sky, he never cares whether he is being watched.

"oh?"

Above the nine heavens, Di Yan was neither happy nor sad, his eyes were like the sea of ​​stars that never wavered: "I thought you wanted to refuse..."

"There is only one holy throne from ancient times to the present. Who can refuse it?"

Gautama looked calm.

Memory and reality gradually overlapped in his heart, and what overlapped was not just memory, but also all kinds of indescribable things.

In an almost unique scene, the 'other self' rejected the gifts of the saints and entered nirvana peacefully. This is a great courage and decision.

In the past, what he felt was not real, and he could not understand why his 'other self' was not even afraid of death, but did not have the courage to give it a try.

But at this time, under the blessing of Bodhi Path and Fruit, he saw and even touched the threshold, but he gradually understood why.

If possible, who would want to go to nirvana on the day of enlightenment?

It's just that he is not as powerful as others.

"So, very good."

Di Yan stared at Gautama, and after a long time, he said calmly: "Do you know what the holy throne is?"

Di Yan's expression was calm, and his voice never had any ups and downs. It still rumbled and vibrated like the sound of heaven, resounding throughout the world and could be heard in all directions.

"Holy bit..."

"How can it be so casual when it comes to the holy status and let others listen?"

"Is this the magnanimity of a saint? This is a holy position..."

Across the four continents and even in the Imperial Court, many great monks who heard this looked at each other and saw the shock and hope in each other's eyes.

Holy throne!

According to ancient legend, the road to creation is long and arduous, far beyond what it has been before. Only with the blessing of the holy throne can one go one step further and become completely transcendent from the constraints of heaven, earth, time and space.

But even the nine deities of Taoism, the five emperors of Shenting, the three Buddhas of Buddhism, the six devils of Blood Sea, and the eight princes of Netherworld have no idea what the holy throne is.

At this moment, listening to Di Yan's careless voice, but not caring about being heard, naturally there was a huge wave in his heart.

Excited, but also confused?

What does He want to do?

"...One destiny and one calamity, this is the root of heaven and earth! Life is destiny, destruction is calamity, the change of birth and death is the way of evolution of heaven and earth... All things have life and death, heaven and earth have birth and death, between origin and end, there is Great horror, but also great good fortune!”

The wind and clouds in the nine heavens were turbulent. Di Yan held his hands behind his hands and looked at Gautama's eyes. For the first time, there was a strange fluctuation:

"Since the saints preached, the heaven and earth have come and gone twelve thousand nine hundred and fifty-nine times, and there is only one time left before the 'holy throne' can be transformed..."

The birth and death of heaven and earth? !

The plain voice echoed throughout the heavens and among thousands of mountains and valleys.

Di Yan's voice was as calm as before, but as his words flowed, everyone who listened heard indescribable indifference and coldness.

Even cruel!

"Is this actually the case..."

Above the Imperial Court, Emperor Xuan's figure swayed, and there was a hint of fear and surprise in his eyes.

Does heaven and earth really have a limited lifespan?

And only 120,000 years?

This is a doubt that has lingered in the hearts of many creations and even the great monks of recent saints for countless years. No one knows whether the heaven and earth really have an end, and no one knows that the saints have opened up the heaven and earth again and again.

Is it a great merit or a great sin?

But at this time, hearing the voice echoing for a long time, even the evil giant with no intention of killing could not help but feel a deep chill in his heart.

"The holy throne has always existed between heaven and earth..."

Di Yan slowly opened his palms, and wisps of purple light that were almost invisible to the naked eye flowed between his five fingers, reflecting his expression.

"You can end this era by yourself!"

"Heaven and earth are born and destroyed, and the holy throne is reborn..."

The gentle breeze undulated under the bodhi tree, lifting Gautama's broad sleeves and robe, and also touched his calm expression.

He lowered his eyelids and looked at the world of mortals.

The land to the south is prosperous and popular, the land to the west is desolate but full of vitality, the continent to the east is where humans and animals are harmonious and peaceful, and the north is a harsh land, where countless people are still struggling to survive.

How many creatures are there between heaven and earth?

In the area of ​​Nanzhandongdaji alone, there are already far more creatures than the number of people in Jingzhao. In the entire Nanzhan, there are ten times this number!

Looking south is only one continent.

On the four seas, there are countless islands, and in the sea of ​​stars, there are countless stars of life.

Kakakka~

Looking at the emperor's shadow above the nine heavens, and listening to the cold voice echoing between heaven and earth, Yang Jian suddenly clenched his fingers, and the three-pointed two-edged sword made of divine iron clanked as he squeezed it.

At this moment, many great monks, including Yang Jian, suddenly understood why the saint above the nine heavens did not care at all that the secret of the holy throne was heard.

You, do you know how?

I don't know, so what?

He doesn't care at all!

Thunder, lightning, rain and dew are all grace from heaven, and creation and destruction have nothing to do with you!

Ding~

Nanzhan, Da Zhou, Tianqitai, the sound of magic weapons falling suddenly rang out, followed by a loud ding-dong sound, Long Xingyi looked back suddenly, and all the magic weapons fell to the ground.

"You, you guys..."

As soon as Long Xingyi opened his mouth, he found that his voice became extremely hoarse, as if covered with rust, which was creepy: "Pick it up, pick it up!"

"Your Majesty."

A minister sighed dejectedly, his expression wooden: "That, is a saint..."

"Saint..."

Zeng San sighed for a long time, and sadness surged in his heart.

At this moment, mortals may be ignorant, even if they hear the voice that resounds through the universe like the sound of heaven, they are just at a loss for why.

But they have heard and even seen the meaning behind this sentence.

The world has been born and destroyed 12,959 times, so why would they care if there is one more time?

"Saint, saint. Ha, ha ha."

Someone laughed miserably on the Tianqi stage. As they looked at each other, the breath of extreme despair spread in everyone's heart.

"I..."

Looking at the ministers of the Great Zhou shrouded in despair, Long Xingyi felt powerless. He wanted to say something, but he had no idea where to start. In the end, he sighed and lowered his head.

His eyes fell on the humming and trembling divine sword, which seemed to be in fear.

Despair was not only spreading in the Great Zhou.

The central areas of the two great divine dynasties of Daliang and Yuhua were also silent. In the mountains of Nanzhan, there were hidden and unknown places, and the originally fluctuating breath was completely silent at this moment.

Nanzhan, Dongsheng, Beiju, Xihe...

In the place where the mighty heavenly sound flowed, the despair as deep as the night that could not be dissolved was spreading extremely, like countless fearful hands, grasping everyone's heart.

At this moment, the light between heaven and earth remained.

But in the eyes of countless people, it was like the eternal night in the ancient legend!

Gautama's silence seemed very interesting in the eyes of Emperor Yan: "You are hesitating."

"Heh~"

Looking at the palm holding all kinds of purple light, Gautama suddenly laughed: "Is this really the holy position?"

"Do you doubt this emperor?"

Emperor Yan clenched his fingers into a fist, squeezed the misty purple air into his palm, and shook his head with regret: "Why does this emperor need you to believe? You are too slow, this emperor doesn't mind giving the holy position to others..."

As soon as these words came out, many unknown places in the world, and the great monks couldn't help but feel excited.

If it weren't for the fear of the terrifying will that permeated the world at this moment, I'm afraid someone would have rushed forward without restraint.

Even so, the eyes looking at the nine heavens became extremely hot.

"Do you really have a saintly status?"

Gautama's expression calmed down, and there was a glimmer of purple light in his eyes: "Or, are you really, Di Yan?"

Boom!

The moment the word 'Di Yan' came out of his mouth, the sky suddenly roared and shook.

A purple thunder tore through the void like a dragon and snake, carrying boundless and terrifying destructive power, and struck Gautama under the ancient Bodhi tree.

This thunder came very suddenly, but the shock it brought was far less than the shock Gautama's words brought to the world.

Someone actually dared to pretend to be a saint?

And he could deceive so many great monks in the world? !

How is it possible? !

The world was in an uproar, and for a moment, even a great monk like Long Xingyi felt confused.

"Heh, you are not Him after all!"

The purple thunder was extremely fierce, but Gautama shook his head and laughed. He raised his hand and the Buddha Kingdom reappeared in his palm. While taking the thunder into his palm, he also sighed:

"I heard that in the beginning of ancient times, there was a treasure born in the chaos, and then it was obtained by the Heavenly Saint. After several rounds of circulation, it became the fortune treasure 'The Book of the Great Dao' that suppressed the Imperial Court of the Heaven. According to legend, this treasure records the evolution of the world from ancient times to the present, and also imprints the shadows and Dao essence of all creatures and gods and demons from ancient times to the present...

This treasure is the only one that can be hidden from the cultivators of the world."

Gautama shook his head slightly, and was also solemn.

With his current realm and the blessing of the Bodhi Dao Fruit, and the experience of the 'other self' who really met the Saint, he was really deceived.

The weirdness of this book of the great Dao made him dare not underestimate it.

"How can you see through my actions?"

Above the nine heavens, 'Emperor Yan' lifted his chin, a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes, and then turned into an extremely cold light.

Just as he was about to speak, his heart suddenly shook.

"Your flaw lies in..."

Looking back suddenly, he heard a surging tide in the void, the ocean was boiling, and the sky seemed to have turned into a mirror on the verge of breaking, and countless void cracks suddenly appeared.

The next moment,

A crystal-clear, jade-like white palm crossed the broken and mottled void and grabbed the 'Emperor Yan', or the 'Dao Tianshu', whose expression suddenly changed:

"Too much nonsense!"

Continue to write, there should be a second chapter.