Zhao Yun, who was walking and walking, kept company with them.
He didn't know how long he had been walking, but he only knew that the time he spent silently was three springs, autumns, winters and summers.
He doesn't know if there is an end to his vanity, he only knows that his long journey will never end.
Fourth thought.
He slowly settled down and looked back quietly, looking back at the way he came. He could see no footprints or traces. Apart from the darkness and the river, everything was blank.
Once again, he sat by the river, alone in a daze.
The River of Illusion did not stop because he took a rest. It was still as old and mysterious as ever. Perhaps the meaning of its existence was to depend on darkness.
Zheng!
Zhao Yun raised his hand, picked up a sword energy, and slashed it into the Xuhua River.
He was just amusing himself, because his domineering sword intent did not cause any disturbance.
Even so, he still chopped one after another.
Practice sword.
Enlightenment.
Find a way out.
This was his state of mind in the darkness.
No one knows how many swords he struck, probably not even himself. What he records is only time, and every second is a trace, like a brand engraved into the soul, becoming his life cycle.
Wow!
River, even if it is an illusion, still has a temper. He didn't provoke anyone, but he received countless swords in a daze.
Just like this, someone who was mastering the art of the sword, and still chopping tirelessly, went from being calm at first to creating a storm.
That's right, the Xuwang River was in a rage, and the waves were turbulent. Zhao Yun was not careful and was swept into the river.
He was like a land duck, flopping around in a panic.
The River of Illusion didn't care about this or that, it swept him and flowed into the distance.
"Brother, if you have something to say, please tell me."
Mr. Zhao's reputation was wiped out by a river.
He wanted to find someone to chat with, but he was too vain and ignored him at all.
"Were the eternal ancestors of the past also in the same situation?"
Zhao Yun wanted to stand firm, but couldn't.
Because he was unable to stand firmly, he unconsciously thought of his ancestors. It was just an illusory river, and it was so evil. You can imagine how terrible the real illusion is.
The waves come again.
Overwhelm him again.
He didn't know if it was an hallucination or something else, but he saw another scene at the bottom of the River of Illusion. It was an ancient city with the word "forgetting the past" engraved on it.
Forget the ancient city, his hometown, the warmest home in his memory.
Xu Wang is afraid that he can read his memory and perfectly restore the person he was back then.
"Show me your original intention?"
Zhao Yun murmured, his mood moved and changed with the picture.
He was like a spectator, counting the time and watching replays of his youth.
Looking at it, time has flown away again.
If I count correctly, it is three years.
It wasn't until the picture was fragmented that the scene in front of him took the shape of a river.
It's time for the Xuhua River to calm down. There are no more waves and the water is very calm.
Zhao Yun finally stood firm, but couldn't get out, so he had to swim in the river.
He is open-minded, and as long as he can't drown, it won't hinder his enlightenment.
While he was enlightened, he was still studying the origin of this river.
eighth year,
His consciousness shone with light, dyed with the color of time.
He didn't find a way out; he didn't study the reason for this river, but he had an epiphany in the river, learned the true meaning of time, and was lucky enough to see the sky beyond.
Then, there is the brilliance of the power of creation.
Its laws are manifested, flying like thunder.
This year, he finally crawled out from the bottom of the river. He sat quietly on the river with his legs crossed and his hands in his hands. He floated wherever the river flowed. Those who knew it was a river, but those who didn't knew it thought it was him.
Where's his mount?
fifteenth year,
He bloomed like a sun.
The gift from the Sun God back then was the God of Light.
He used the light to achieve enlightenment and then took another path.
The way of war nourishes hundreds of scriptures, and the law of light also becomes its nourishment.
The darkness, because he has an extra piece of light, cannot be extinguished no matter what.
"Vigorously miracle."
It took him thirty years to say these words.
He has rarely transformed in the way of self-cultivation. Now he is taking advantage of the illusion and finally achieves enlightenment. It is obvious that his consciousness is wandering in Taixu, but he has been cultivated to lose weight.
For hundreds of years, thunder and lightning have cheered him.
The way he walks is extremely domineering.
Whenever a road is opened, the sound of war sounds like a divine song.
It's a pity that there are no listeners, the darkness is still so dark, and the river of illusion is as arrogant as ever. You understand your way, and I will flow my own water.
"Buried."
"Buried for safety."
In reality, Zhao Yun was offended.
He was wandering in a fugue and was too weak, but his body was causing trouble every now and then. The rules would always be revealed without any warning, and people would inevitably get stabbed.
So, the skeleton man dug a hole and buried him.
He is also considerate and thoughtful, and even built a monument for this guy.
Speaking of tombstones is not accurate.
That was a seal, and the provincial Zhao Yun was restless.
Needless to say, this method works well. Since Zhao Yun was buried alive, the whole small courtyard has been much quieter. Except for a little disharmony, everything else is fine.
Three hundred years, Zhao Yun counted it second by second.
If this is considered life span, then he is already quite old.
Three hundred years later, he reached Nirvana, which was the path of consciousness.
The river of falsehood is a witness, and his light is shining in the darkness.
"You are such a lucky general!"
Zhao Yun was still sitting on the river, patting the Xuwang River with a serious voice.
This river is so strange. Sitting cross-legged in it and enlightening yourself will get twice the result with half the effort.
Um?
When he was enjoying himself, a flash of light suddenly appeared in front of him.
You must take a look like that
, then I realized it was a human figure.
I couldn't see clearly who it was, but I could only tell that the figure on the back was ancient and vicissitudes of life.
"Eternal Ancestor."
Zhao Yun stood up suddenly, crossed the river and chased after him.
However, just because you can see it doesn't mean you can catch it.
What he thought was only a few dozen feet, turned out to take him hundreds of years.
But even after a hundred years, he could not catch up with the footsteps of his eternal ancestors.
"senior."
He finally shouted, asking the ancestor to settle down.
There was no response from the front, but the figure from behind gradually faded away.
"Shadow."
Zhao Yun stopped and watched his ancestors leave.
Zi Zi's evil thoughts did not deceive him. The eternal ancestor's true and false rivers were connected in cause and effect. If not, how could there be his illusory shadow in the river, and he could not catch up with him.
Perhaps, the ancestor was also looking for the end of illusion and set out a long time ago. If he wanted to keep up with his footsteps in illusion, he would have to travel across eternity.
He has self-awareness, but his current behavior is unmatched.
He slowed down his pace and walked forward in meditation for another hundred years.
The River of Illusion existed forever. He wanted to know whether there were people before the ancestors, whether his eternal ancestors were also following in the footsteps of their predecessors.
Time did not stop, and it came to the nine hundredth year with the illusion.
Over these many years, Zhao Yun accumulated enough insights into Tao in the darkness.
But he is still enlightening, because he is ushering in the second great nirvana of wandering in Taixu. He always firmly believes that there is a way to nirvana, just like the thousand-year road.
"I have an epiphany here. You will stop me next year."
Only he could hear Zhao Yun's whisper.
He not only had an epiphany, but also a consciousness.
If there is no divine gate to enter the realm of gods, there must be taboos to stop him.
Perhaps, this is the illusion, not to realize Taoism along the river, but to cross the river to become a god.