There are no patterns or inscriptions on this stone door.
There is only the ancient atmosphere, floating on the heavy texture.
It appeared suddenly, but actually seemed to have been standing there for a long time. Through the long time, it has been silent there.
Jiang Wang stretched out his hand and pressed it on the stone door. Apart from the slightly cool touch of the stone, there was no other special feeling. Daoyuan swam on it without any reaction.
The small blessed space he is in at this moment is very much like the world in the mirror where the physical body enters the red mirror. What he can see is only a small area, and everything outside is vast.
But the illusory world is much safer than the world in the red mirror.
In the world behind the red makeup mirror, Jiang Wang did not dare to take a step beyond. The few "adventure" experiences he had had were always full of dangers.
But in the illusory realm of Taixu, he has never encountered danger.
The premise of joint supervision by all parties also greatly guarantees the safety of Taixu Illusion.
So Jiang Wang pushed gently, and the stone door opened
【The heaven and the earth have not been opened, there is no distinction between pure and turbid, and all things are in chaos, this is... Hongmeng.】
There is nothing, not even darkness.
Because there was no light, the concept of darkness was never born.
Jiang Wang appeared in such an indescribable place.
Unable to perceive everything in the world, nor to perceive one's own existence.
In such a hazy state, the first thing that appeared was the sound.
That high-pitched voice
【Taixu Messenger, Taixu Liuhe Monk Dugu Wudi. You have entered the Hongmeng Space.】
The world of sound...
In a state of knowing nothing and gaining nothing, Jiang Wang's first reaction to this voice was not to chew and understand its content, but to subconsciously mobilize the Five Immortals Like Mengling voice, or in other words, the lack of mobilization
The sravaka celestial being that understands the existence of the art. To feel, to explore...
Huge! Magnificent!
The voice was clear and high, as if coming from outside.
But to feel this sound with the voice of Five Immortals Like Mengling, it is like rashly breaking into a grand world!
So wonderful, so magnificent, it can accommodate a world of endless fantasy.
【Huh?】
That voice that had always been tall and indifferent seemed to have uttered a curious syllable.
This was the last impression Jiang Wang had, and he was completely unaware of what happened next.
…
…
Some unknown place.
The mountain peaks hang upside down in the sky, and clouds and mist swirl back and forth.
The light comes and goes, shuttling like lightning.
Occasionally, white cranes would pass by. They were not frightened by the monks who were rushing to and fro. They were leisurely and contented. The cranes' chirping was as long as a bell.
Xu Zefu’s big sleeves fluttered and he stepped among the clouds.
From time to time, on those overhanging peaks, eyes like mountains and seas would fall down.
Xu Zefu did not resist and accepted the "supervision" calmly.
These eyes come from the supervisors of the major top forces.
“Uncle Master is back!”
“Uncle!”
In the lightning-like light, those who occasionally greeted him were all in a hurry, without any serious greetings.
More and more Dunguangs go their own way, simply pretending that he doesn't exist. Not just pretending that he doesn't exist... Most of the owners of Dunguang are in a hurry and refuse to take a break.
Xu Zefu didn't take it seriously. When someone said hello, he responded with a smile. When no one paid attention, he just went on his own way.
“Junior brother, come on, come on!” A disheveled female cultivator suddenly jumped out, grabbed his hand and flew to the side: “I agreed that you would be mine this month, where did you go? Hurry, hurry!”
Xu Zefu quickly explained: "I went there under the order of my master..."
“Never mind those crappy things!” The female cultivator interrupted him rudely: “Come and watch for me and see how this Taoism evolves?”
With a flick of the light, the two of them were gone.
The vast clouds are moving downwards.
There are still clouds and winds.
By penetrating all the way down, you can reach the lowest point of this unknown place, a place that other monks cannot approach.
This is a flat land, and beyond the flat land is nothingness.
Everyone living here knows that nothingness is the border.
On the flat ground, there are three stone houses built.
One before, two after.
It’s not grand, just an ordinary-looking three-room stone house.
The stone house in front of the temple has three characters "ancestor hall" engraved on the hanging plaque. These three characters are wonderful, but it is a pity that not many people can appreciate them.
There is no one in the three stone houses.
The only person on this flat land is sitting cross-legged on the edge of the flat land, facing nothingness.
But the person did not stare into nothingness, but closed his eyes.
This is a monk whose age cannot be discerned, and whose face cannot even be seen clearly.
I don’t know how long he sat down, and I can’t be sure whether he was sitting down.
He seems to exist at any time, and he seems to disappear at any time.
"Huh?"
Between reality and fiction, he uttered a questionable syllable.
A very interesting thing just happened.
In that great spiritual wonder, a young man "heard" his voice.
This is not something that arouses people's curiosity.
The voices that appear in the Taixu Illusion Realm are replicas of his voice. Almost every monk who enters the Taixu Illusion Realm can hear his voice.
But this "listening" is different.
For a person of his level who is strong, his movements follow his movements.
Every word and action changes everything. Generally, when you appear in front of others, you will restrain yourself, and when communicating with others, you need to suppress your strength.
Otherwise, unpredictable changes will occur.
Suppressing oneself is to protect the world and protect others. At the same time, it also blocks the possibility of others observing one's own principles.
The Taixu Illusion Realm is such a great spiritual wonder. His original consciousness wanders in it, and it does not hinder other things.
But at that moment, there was a strange "misunderstanding".
Hongmeng Space is not completely open and is currently evolving.
The normal reproduction of his voice still happened normally. This would be nothing.
But that young man traced the origin of “sound” in a modern-era way.
Simply put... briefly hearing his voice, his real voice.
In a certain sense, it is like "listening" to his teachings.
Just like the word "dao", you can understand its meaning as soon as you see it.
His voice can also be regarded as Taoist sound to some extent.
Of course, one of the reasons why Tao characters are hidden is that some Tao characters are too powerful and can easily "kill" those who see them. As a result, there are many practitioners and even more dead.
Due to the strength of that young man, it was impossible for him to hear much. This was the reason why a being like him was surprised. Such a weak young man could actually seize this wonderful "misunderstanding" and really go to him.
Take a step closer to the origin of sound.
Even such an insignificant step is still an exploration of one’s talents.
This kind of thing is already considered offensive to some beings, and it would not be an exaggeration to take action to erase it.
But for him...
It doesn’t matter.
He only said "Huh" lightly, but other than that he didn't have any reaction.
Neither helping nor disturbing.
This chapter has been completed!