The movement of heaven is constant, and it does not exist for Yao, nor does it perish for Jie.
Ever since Meng Chuan greeted all parties and formally retreated, time has flown by freely, with no intention of stopping for anyone.
Mortal creatures are busy running about their lives. A hundred years later, a tombstone will appear, and a new baby will come to this world to repeat the reincarnation.
The monks are pursuing the improvement of their realm and the extension of their life span, and they fall on the road one after another. There are very few who can reach the realm of immortality.
Meng Chuan returned to the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths Universe, but the world still operates as it did when he was not around.
The world will not stagnate because of his departure, nor will the world as a whole take off because of his return.
Even most people in this world don't know when Meng Chuan left and when he returned.
In their hearts, Meng Chuan may have always existed, and everything can only be guessed at.
Be it the Emperor of Heaven or the Patriarch of Taoism, they are far away from the human world after all.
People believe in the Emperor of Heaven and worship the Taoist ancestors, but they still have to live their own lives by themselves.
The immortals continue to practice in seclusion, hoping to narrow the distance between them and the realm of the Immortal King.
With the blessing of the Immortal King-level god, they have made remarkable progress.
There is no problem that one hundred thousand years is equivalent to the two to three hundred thousand years of normal cultivation. The time to break through to the Immortal King will be greatly shortened.
Ruthless Man, Wu Shi, Qing Emperor, and Ye Fan are also working hard to become the quasi-immortal emperor, even harder than the immortals.
After all, the immortals are too far away from Meng Chuan. It is unrealistic to say that they can catch up with Meng Chuan and help Meng Chuan.
You can't motivate yourself like this. Isn't this nonsense?
But the four ruthless people are different. All four of them are immortal kings, and they are not weak among the immortal kings. They are all giants, existences at the level of supreme giants.
They are not close to Meng Chuan, but if they can get closer, with the strength of the Quasi-Immortal Emperor, they will not necessarily be able to help Meng Chuan, but it will definitely have its effect.
In the realm of the quasi-immortal emperor, no matter which realm he is placed in, he will never be weak.
However, unlike when Meng Chuan went to the Holy Ruins before, now the ruthless people and others are in seclusion, leaving some attention outside.
Meng Chuan's breakthrough affects everyone's hearts, and they must keep paying attention to the outside world.
In this way, tens of thousands of years suddenly passed by without leaving any trace.
But some changes eventually happened.
Meng Chuan, who was supposed to be in seclusion in his own little world, suddenly appeared outside the Taoist city in the vast no man's land.
The moment Meng Chuan appeared, the ruthless attention of the ruthless people and others who were paying attention to the outside world immediately discovered Meng Chuan, directly waking them up.
"Is it about to start?" Ye Fan looked at Meng Chuan across the void, with anticipation in his eyes.
Meng Chuan did not greet them, his eyes were blank, and he fell into a state of emptiness.
Behind Meng Chuan, the shadow of the heavens and the world slowly emerged. It was so big that the ruthless people could only observe a corner of the world.
The sea of stars rotates, and the world moves according to a specific law.
A square world, like breathing, opens infinite dimensional channels and swallows the essence.
The last trace of illusion in that square world is flickering and disappearing, as if it is about to become reality.
Between reality and illusion, between existence and non-existence, miracles are created.
Beyond the heavens and the world, there is a world that is looming in the misty clouds and mist, transcending the universe and escaping from the great road.
Meng Chuan's eyes regained focus, "This day has finally come..."
Meng Chuan whispered, but his voice spread throughout the nine heavens and ten lands, rushed into the boundary sea, and echoed in the sky.
Among the gods, Luo Tianxian and Meng Hai, who were in relatively good condition after taking the Dao Golden Pill, immediately set their sights on the Jiehai side of the heavens.
"It's him." Luo Tianxian said to himself.
"He is about to reach sublimation." There was a hint of disbelief in Meng Hai's voice, and his heart was shocked.
How long had it been since they last saw each other?
Just over a hundred thousand years.
It's really unbelievable that it has come to this point.
"This is a good thing and a blessing from God." Luo Tianxian said:
"He will be sublime all the way. He does not ask for external things, does not rely on heaven and earth, only relies on his own body. We can't help him."
"However, we can also cover it up for him. The birth of a Luju-level person will be smelled by the weird ones."
"good."
The movement of the Sublimation at the End of the Road was so great that it radiated to the heavens and alarmed countless people. If there was no cover, Etu would definitely notice it.
And if you want to cover up the movement of Lu Jin's sublimation, only the Lu Jin level being, the Immortal Emperor, can do it.
In the troubled land, Shi Hao, who was closing his eyes to heal his wounds, opened his eyes, lowered his gaze, and looked towards his hometown.
Shi Hao smiled and felt that all the injuries on his body seemed to be healed, and he felt refreshed both physically and mentally.
"The wait is finally here..."
Shi Hao also took action, and the power covering the Nine Heavens and Ten Earth realms was evaporating regardless of consumption, covering up the fluctuations from the avenue level.
"The great cause will be accomplished."
Meng Chuan stood in the no-man's land of the Taoist world, his eyes getting brighter and brighter.
Time is like a river, flowing quietly in front of him. Meng Chuan looks upstream, and his footprints have been there since the emperor's fall.
One by one, one by one, it seems like yesterday.
After tens of thousands of years of seclusion, Meng Chuan has lived in the Zhetian Era for a full 200,000 years, not counting the Age of Chaos and the Fall of the Emperor.
Pieces of Meng Chuan separated in different time and space make up the complete him.
Meng Chuan let out a breath, and all the worlds froze, and then...
It’s an infinite explosion!
The heavens and realms are expanding rapidly, and the celestial phenomena are shaking, forming a line from bottom to top, and then to the outside.
The long river of time emerged with the sound of clattering. The difference was that Meng Chuan was within the long river of time this time.
But Mengchuan is very close to the river, just separated by a layer of surface.
In the middle reaches of the long river of time, the current time and space disappeared too suddenly and appeared in the long river of time.
The upper reaches of the long river of time, the past time and space, and the Yuan that merged with the past have re-appeared in form, looking from the past to the present.
Downstream of the long river of time, in the future time and space, countless figures of Meng Chuan appeared in the countless future timelines. They either turned around or turned their heads to stare at Meng Chuan.
"This is the moment!"
Meng Chuan shouted in a low voice, his voice resonated through the ages, and his voice carried through the years.
Yuanji has been fully sublimated, showing the prototype of the great road, and the true meaning of the past has flourished, leveraging the entire upstream of the long river of time.
"Boom!"
The long river of time has become violent and distorted, affecting the already constant past time and space, adding new variables.
In the ancient times, one of the great emperors of the human race looked up at the stars. He saw light, the boundless light that covered the starry sky.
In the ancient times, emperors of ancient tribes rose into the sky. In his perception, the world seemed upside down. Up was down, down was up, up was neither up nor down, and down was neither down nor up.
In the age of mythology, ancient gods saw the cracked earth, the scattered sky, and the world divided into several petals.
In the chaotic ancient times, the world was stagnant. People, immortals, immortal kings, and quasi-immortal emperors were all stagnant, unable to move. Cicadas stopped in the air, and clouds turned into stubborn stones. Only thoughts could move.
Immortal Ancient Era...
Ancient times of gods...
The age of emperor fall...
Until the creation of the world, the entire past time and space were affected, from the source.
This is the authority that belongs to the path and fruition of the past. He is the past, and the past is him. It controls time and space, and it is endless!
