Huh ~

The divine will touch lightly, as if it breaks through a thin film.

Countless pictures flowed by the heart like water, and they were frozen immediately.

Ancient house, old trees, green lights...

From far to near, from big to small, it seems like I have traveled through the long years, and An Qisheng's eyes fell into this ancient house.

In the dark and bright lights, an old man was writing quickly, sometimes accompanied by the sound of a light cough.

"......The humans and demons fight, the war spreads, and the people live in misery... sigh, I pursue the truth of my life without knowing the Master's principles, I sigh, I have to struggle for my life, and I can't be at peace..."

"The Tao is free and free, and the Buddha cultivates his own body. Where is my Confucian Tao? Master, my disciples are incompetent and cannot bear the legacy of your elders. What's even more sad is that they cannot be passed on or passed on..."

"............Is it like a dream to run around for thousands of years? Gods and Buddhas are invincible, where is the road to the people? What is it?!"

"Pity, sad, hateful..."

Like beans under the lights, the old man's breath is also swaying like a light, as if it can be extinguished at any time.

He wanted to write down everything he knew and understood again and again, but he failed every attempt.

His heart has everything, but he can't speak, but he can't write it if he wants to leave a book.

I have written and written in blood, stone tablets, hidden characters, riddles, and dismantled characters again and again... but I have changed countless methods, but I still cannot leave any words.

He knew, but there was no difference between him and not.

An Qisheng looked at him and seemed to be able to empathize with him.

As his realm rose, the magical powers of Entering Dream Daqian transformed several times, and they were no longer the same as before. With a thought, you can already sense everything that the person can sense.

Painful,

Not willing to,

sigh,

Compassion,

Sorrow...many emotions surged in my heart instantly, which was the melancholy in the old man's heart.

Many memories of the old man also emerged in his heart.

This old man, named "Zeng Yan", was a true Confucian sage, the great-grandson of the seventy-two disciples of Confucius, "Zeng", and the ancestor of Zeng San.

He was in an era where the emperor was at the end of heaven and the Confucianism and Taoism were at the end of time, and it was also a chaotic period when humans and demons were really fighting.

Because of his status and inheritance, what he knew was far beyond Zeng San, but unfortunately, he couldn't say it.

"Will anyone hear it? I don't know..."

After a long time, the old man seemed to give up completely and walked out of the room. His figure was thin, tall but just like Zeng San.

He stopped under the old tree, looked at the stars in the sky in the distance, muttering to himself: "Maybe it's futile, but even He cannot deprive history..."

He murmured in his heart, the light of his heart illuminated the courtyard like a substance, and then turned into a pen in his palm.

He began to write with emptiness as paper, heart as pen, and Confucianism that he practiced throughout his life as the Mo.

".........The world of heaven and earth begins to open, and the gods are born. This is the God and Demon Chronicle, and the God and Demon Chronicle is respected by the three supreme divine beasts.

One is the candle dragon, two is the divine unicorn, and three is the phoenix emperor.

This is the ancestor of scales, birds and beasts. This cycle begins with the death of the Phoenix Emperor before he was born and ends with the Heavenly Saint and the Demon Saint achieving enlightenment.

The Demon Age is then opened.

The two saints came to the ordinary and swept the gods and demons in the sky. After many years of fighting, the saints of heaven climbed to heaven to preach. The many great masters of Jing Cong gradually evolved into the prototype of the imperial court after many years.

The Demon Saint enters the earth, opens up the underground demon abyss, collects the evil spirits of heaven and earth, and sits down to gather all the demons since the beginning of the world, becoming the ancestor of the Demon Abyss.

The two sides have fought for many years, and many gods and demons who are born in heaven and earth have fallen, but a race that is different from gods and demons was born on the bodies of gods and demons.

This is the beginning of the human race.

The end of the Heavenly Demon Rate is symbolized by the beginning of the imperial court and the first birth of the human race.

All the records have passed, and the ancient times have arrived.

In ancient times, gods and demons licked their wounds and silently accumulated strength. The Heavenly Saint and the Demon Saint stopped and were each in silence.

The newborn human race ushered in the ancient times in a ignorance, fighting with ferocious beasts, heaven and earth, and gradually gaining a foothold.

The world changed again, and there was nowhere in the world coming from, awakening the gods and demons in the world. The overlord in that world was unparalleled.

The master called himself "Old Man of Tianhuang" and said that his clan was a monster. The old man of Tianhuang had the power of a candle dragon and his size was infinite.

The arrival of the demon world triggered the riot of gods and demons to suppress it. The battle lasted for countless years. In the end, it ended with the death of the old man Tianhuang and the rename of the demon world was "Beast Dao".

In ancient times, gods and demons fought against monsters, and the human race was also affected, almost exterminated, and it was difficult to survive.

.....”

Zeng Yan wrote in a hurry in the night, with his light and strong spirit. However, his words were destroyed when they fell, and his words were lost when they were spoken. Even the many Confucian disciples who were alarmed by his actions did not know what he was doing.

But he seemed to have not realized it, just leaving words in the empty space with strokes, and An Qisheng could feel the bitterness in his heart.

This is not his first attempt, but it must be his last attempt.

There is nothing else, his deadline is coming.

Even though I don’t know if it is feasible, I have to let go of it.

"The Age of Gods and Demons, the Age of Heaven and Demons, the Ancient Chronicle..."

An Qisheng's mind was calm. This was the first time he had fully seen the path of the earthly immortals, or the past of the emperor and heaven.

Boom!

At one moment, a muffled thunder resounded in the night, rumbling and shaking, and it was thousands or tens of thousands of miles away, but it alarmed the ancient city.

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Immediately, a loud and extremely loud voice echoed throughout the sky.

Under the night, a peacock with gorgeous wings, dazzling colors, and strong spirit comes from the south, sprinkling endless divine light.

"Maroon King!"

Some people in the ancient city exclaimed, some were shocked, and some even ran away in sight, but more people approached the ancient house.

Bang ~

In the ancient house, he was shocked by the singing of birds. Zeng Yan's hand trembled and disappeared after the "Emperor's Controversy".

"Maybe it's hard to disobey God's will. I, Zeng Yan, can't compare to my ancestors..."

The old man sighed softly in his heart.

He looked up at the peacock who came from the south, with a lofty aura and a rebellious expression, and said loudly: "I don't know what is important to come by the Peacock King?"

"My brother was killed by your Confucian disciple!"

The sharp but not harsh squeal sounded throughout the night, but it was full of coldness: "When you swallow eighty cities, the disciples of the Confucian sect will give my brother's spirit!"

Huh huh huh ~

As the sound waves whistled, a strong wind suddenly erupted between the sky and the earth.

There are thousands or tens of thousands of miles apart, and the earth is filled with sand and stones. Under the strong wind, countless mud, sand and stones soar into the sky.

Even the entire ancient city was trembling and roaring, and the formations and restrictions placed outside seemed to have completely lost their effect.

Before he finished speaking, thousands of people in the city had already broken through houses and flew into the sky, as if they were about to fall into the mouth of the peacock.

"How dare you do this?!"

Zeng Yan was angry and shouted a long time ago. It seemed that a river of heaven and earth appeared.

The river was shining that day, its shape was as majestic as a dragon, and its aura was as if it was illuminating the entire night. All the flying people were wrapped in the long river and put back into the city.

"The great river of Confucianism? Zeng Yan, you want to stop me even with your broken stream?!"

With a long sound, the Peacock King cut through the void for hundreds of miles, and a hazy five-colored light appeared on his wings, and he was about to brush the long river.

"Five-colored divine light..."

An Qisheng, staring at this scene, couldn't help but feel in his heart. Although this five-color divine light appears immature, its essence is somewhat lacking, and it is not much different from the five divine lights formed by his five energys...

His many previous speculations seemed to be confirmed.

"Five-colored divine light?! The Peacock King actually mastered the five-colored divine light?!"

"No, no! This is the little five elements divine light."

Some Confucian disciples were shocked.

I don’t know how many great magical powers appeared in the Battle of the Sky, but the five-colored divine light must be the best among them. Although this divine light only has one essence, it is already so strong that it cannot be described.

The only thing that can compare with it is besides the vast river of Confucianism, there is only the same unpredictable yin and yang energy that are both yin and yang.
To be continued...