Pangu opened up the heaven and earth, created the world, and allowed all things to thrive.
The soft and melodious smoke evaporated and turned into a vast sea of clouds that stretched for tens of thousands of miles. The filthy and chaotic blackness became more and more condensed, turning into a fertile and deep endless land.
Two different air currents entangled with each other, bursting out with a destructive charm, causing all life to gradually disappear in this interaction.
Pangu couldn't bear it, so he stood in the clear and turbid, holding the sky and the earth upright, using his body to divide the pure and turbid, and seek vitality for all things in the world.
On this upright journey, Pangu gave up life and death, as if he was walking forward in the darkness without falling. He straightened his body in confusion, not knowing how long it would take to completely separate the pure and the dirty.
The sparkle in his eyes gradually became confused.
Whenever Pangu wanted to let go and give up, the clear and turbid Qi would involuntarily close together, but if he kept gritting his teeth and persisted, it seemed like there would be no end and no hope at all.
Just when Pangu was frowning, an elegant and pure green lotus quietly appeared in front of him.
This lotus flower is called yearning.
Yearning pointed out Pangu's maze: "Pangu, Pangu, if you follow your heart to create a new world, you must use your own beliefs to measure the world. If you simply support the clear and the turbid, you will just follow the changes of nature, and it will be difficult to find the true path.
All difficulties require courage to overcome, and only innovation can leave one's own footprints."
After Pangu heard Xiang Xiang's advice, he suddenly understood.
Full of joy and firm eyes, he followed the advice of yearning to create and establish the true distance between heaven and earth.
Pangu's heartbeat became more sonorous and powerful, and many pure and lush jellyfish quietly emerged, swaying gently around Pangu.
These jellyfish are the hope that helps all things in the world open up their meridians. The jellyfish bred from hope exude pure brilliance and are quietly scattered in every corner of the world according to Pangu's wishes.
At this time, Pangu broke away from his original fixed position and tried to move towards the surrounding area.
He wanted to see if the world he created really had only two qi, pure and turbid, and nothing else existed.
It was full of filth and it was extremely difficult to walk.
The turbid air absorbed the mud from Pangu's body and turned into a sticky swamp. The interior contained poison and stench. Some places were full of sharp thorns, which continued to roll in the strange black mist. The barbs on the surface were sharp.
Incomparably, it could easily cut through Pangu's body.
The fresh air has absorbed Pangu's sweat, and the interior is full of biting ice and severe wind and snow, like pear blossoms in a heavy rain, spreading freely.
Every time Pangu walked forward, he would be hit by a violent attack. In just a few steps, he was riddled with wounds and dripping with blood.
His blood was eroded by the clear and turbid qi, turning into extremely sharp swords and shadows, swirling around crazily. Pangu's already shaky body became even more miserable.
The severe pain caused Pangu to take a breath of air.
I have become more and more cautious about exploring location areas.
However, apart from these endless killings, this new world has no other scenery.
This made Pangu, who was originally confident, fall into confusion again.
He became more and more cautious, trying to discover new things in this endless chaos, but he still failed to do so.
At this moment, the blue lotus flower transformed by yearning floated out again.
At this time, the cyan radiance emitted by Longing looks slightly dim.
It told Pangu: "Pangu, Pangu, if you want to open up a new path in this filth, you must use your heart to feel the world and use your faith to find the path. The more you are afraid of pain and the more cautious you are, the more you will lose your way.
, those rolling and sharp thorns are the confusion in your heart, and the sticky and filthy swamp is the hesitation in your heart. The sharp swords and shadows, the dense wind, frost, rain and snow are all your timidity and cowardice. Only by gritting your teeth and being down-to-earth can you survive.
See the real beauty of the world.”
Hearing what Xiang Xiang said, Pangu suddenly realized,
He nodded resolutely, then strode forward towards the front.
This time, he was full of expectations and a hundred times more confident. He stepped heavily on thorns and filth every step of the way, and no matter how the wind, frost, rain and snow beat wildly on the surface of his body, he always remained standing.
The path that Pangu followed left countless bloody footprints. These footprints were entangled with the surrounding filth and turned into many shining stones.
These stones are growth.
As Pangu continued to move forward, the number of stones increased, and the bright light emitted slowly made the thorns and dirt entrenched around him slowly recede, making the ground gradually become solid and thick.
However, as time went by, the stones piled up like mountains, but Pangu never found the end of the world.
At this moment, the yearning lotus floated out again.
At this time, the yearning lotus has turned into a slightly transparent appearance, swaying slightly in the air, like a candle that is about to go out.
Its voice became hoarse.
Seeing Pangu's thoughtful expression, Xiang Xiang made another suggestion.
"Pangu, Pangu, you moved forward without falling in the filth and mud, and reaped the joy of growth. But on the way forward, you focused all your attention on the thorns and filth, and only cared about the suffering.
and pain, but have not thought about the light brought by growth. Not only will you lose your way, but you will even wander in the misery. You must know how to raise your head and look forward, and look farther away, so that you can find
The true path."
Pangu nodded thoughtfully when he heard the revelation from Longing.
He gritted his teeth and walked forward again.
However, this time he did not stride forward without hesitation, but took in the changes around him slowly and with great interest.
Every time he moved forward, he thought again and again, gaining insights from the continuous suffering. Sweat and blood mixed with each other, dripping freely on the road of growth.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! The scattered wind, frost, rain and snow hit Pangu's face, causing him to shed tears.
These tears did not fall into the filth, but hung in the air and turned into rolling clouds.
These clouds are called achievements.
The number of achievements seems extremely rare, but they can embellish the vast sky, allowing Pangu to understand this strange world more thoroughly.
I don’t know how long I walked, but the faith in Pangu’s heart was once again wiped out.
He knelt down on the ground extremely decadently, panting, and despite the clear and turbid air gradually approaching, he had no idea of support.
At this moment, the lotus flower transformed by yearning condensed out again.
However, this time the yearning lotus looks particularly fragile.
The lotus flower is riddled with holes and is dying of age. Every time it shakes, it seems that all its strength has been exhausted.
It floated tremblingly in front of Pangu, looking at the other person's lifeless appearance and sighed softly,
"I failed." Pangu said extremely decadently.
His eyes became darker and darker, and his belief became extremely weak, as if the building was about to collapse and was in danger.
Pangu looked into the distance, endless chaos was still rolling, thorns and filth were spreading unbridled, spreading vertically and horizontally, as if there was no end.
"The suffering in this world is endless. If you solve the immediate problem, there will be subsequent problems. Even if you run with all your strength, you will not be able to see the real hope. Maybe my path to enlightenment is the same. The practice itself is not
A real success.”
Pangu's decadent momentum continued to spread towards the surroundings, turning into many turtles wagging their heads and tails.
The surface of the turtle's body was covered with ferocious scales, exuding bursts of Abby's stench, and it quickly climbed toward the filth.
These turtles are called giving up.
Looking at Pangu's embarrassed appearance, the lotus flower transformed by yearning became more and more decayed, and even many residues fell off the surface.
The last bit of aura left in it is still suspended in the air.
At this time, the yearning can no longer be sustained.
It said to Pangu: "This time, look behind you."
When Pangu heard this, he was a little confused. Then he turned his head and looked at the road he came from, and his eyes suddenly widened.
The road he walked was filled with the light of hope.
The white clouds transformed by the results gave birth to countless fresh rays of light, which spread between the sky and the earth. The stones transformed by the growth gave rise to a large number of flowers, plants and trees that thrived, creating a scene full of vitality.
This beautiful world is being condensed out of the pure and turbid air combined with Pangu's blood and sweat.
They are resisting the thorns, dirt, wind, frost, rain and snow of the outside world, and always remain in a vigorous state.
Seeing the scene in front of him, Pangu suddenly realized.
He finally understood what Longing said.
"Yes, I created the world, so I should be the one to measure it. Whether it is difficulties or confusion, they are all stepping stones on the road to growth. Only by keeping faith and persevering can we achieve something. Practice
There is no real road at all, because only the opened road is the real road."
"Xiangxi, I understand your intention."
Pangu was filled with joy. He turned around and was about to share it, but found that his yearning had disappeared.
On the road to finding answers, yearning is the driving force to move forward.
When you find the answer in your heart, your yearning will disappear.
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Sea of Flowers Cave Sky.
The pure and lush golden lotus platform rotates slowly, making the surrounding flowers more splendid.
Manjusri's eyes were deep, he was sitting in the sea of flowers, closing the "Pangu Golden Book" in his hand, with a complicated look on his face.
Cultivation itself is never-ending. You have to close your eyes and grope in the mud full of filth. If you want to grow, you must open up a path. This is the case for Pangu, the ancestors of Yin and Yang, and the same for yourself.
"In a sense, you and I are all on the same journey." Manjusri said calmly, flicking his fingers in front of him.
The scene of blooming flowers disappeared in an instant, revealing the figure of Patriarch Yin and Yang.
At this time, the ancestor of Yin and Yang was bound by the chains of the soul, as if he were an innocent lamb waiting to be slaughtered, and his body looked extremely thin.
There are many dense plant roots that are filling the inside of his body and slowly absorbing nutrients, thus searching for the soul memory of this strong man.
However, in the face of Manjusri's soul-searching method, the Yin-Yang Patriarch did not panic at all, but became more and more aggressive. "Hahaha, you ignorant junior actually wants to use the soul-searching method on me. Do you think that the main body is carrying out a great cause?
Didn't you make preparations in advance? Hundreds of defensive magical powers have been deployed on my remnant soul. It's as difficult as climbing to the sky to get my Yin Yang Cave. You actually want to forget me.
I advise you to give up this idea sooner or later."
"As expected of a senior from ancient times, he is indeed confident." A faint smile appeared on the corner of Manjusri's mouth, and he pinched the treasure seal with his hand, making the sea of flowers around him sway more and more.
In his mind, the light of wisdom flashed to assist in the deduction, so as to break through the defense methods of the ancestors of Yin and Yang.
"Everything has changed, old man, don't think of the younger generation so simply. Your defense method may seem sophisticated, but in fact it is full of loopholes. Let's see how I can break it out."
As soon as Manjusri finished speaking, Patriarch Yin Yang's face turned extremely pale, and then he fell silent, clearly showing that he was not getting enough oil and salt.
Manjusri looked calm and calm on the surface, but in his heart he had no confidence at all.
No matter what the fate of Patriarch Yin-Yang was in the end, in a sense, he had become a saint after all. How could the foundation and means in his hands be comparable to his own!
What is left of the other party is just a few remnants of his soul, and he has become a prisoner. He is in an embarrassing state of not being able to survive but to die, but he still has such a strong confidence.
One can imagine how confident he is in the soul path method he originally deployed.
However, just because Manjusri couldn't do it, it didn't mean that he had nothing to do with the ancestors of Yin and Yang.
The sea of pure and swaying flowers was scattered wantonly, forming all kinds of strange phenomena around it.
Immediately afterwards, cracks in the void quietly appeared.
Yulin wore a ghostly robe and slowly walked out of the void.
At this time, he returned with the treasure in his hand, his eyes full of expectation, looking at the Yin Yang Ancestor who was struggling to his death.
"Why did she not ask more questions when Pingxin borrowed this treasure rashly?"
Manjusri asked curiously.
The latter shook his head indifferently: "Now, the overall operation of the underworld is in my hands, and Pingxin's power has been completely eliminated. In order to appease me, the Yin Tianzi, she is willing to take anything out, just borrow it."
It’s just a matter of taking it, naturally it’s easy.”
Yulin laughed lightly, and then slowly stretched out his right hand towards the front.
Soul Dao·Mohu!
In an instant, the surrounding world was filled with darkness, and the sounds of ghosts crying and wolves howling came one after another.
The temperature dropped rapidly, causing many delicate ice crystals to appear on the surface of the petals flying around.
Continuous pure corals, exuding a dark luster, are competing to grow out of the soil.
The coral seemed like countless hungry snakes entangled with each other, stretching for hundreds of miles in the blink of an eye.
They then gradually extended upwards, tightly wrapping the remnant souls of the ancestors of Yin and Yang inside, as if they were a huge alchemy furnace.
The dense gray runes swayed out, like a violent storm hitting the cage formed by coral, making a crackling sound.
The remnant soul of the Yin Yang Ancestor frowned slightly. In this magical power, he could feel unprecedented pressure.