Volume Four Chapter 1278 Breaking the Cocoon into a Butterfly!
!Outside the gap in the Three Wilderness Realms, the Nisheng Realm is the ninth of the eighty realms. In the center of the Nisheng Realm, the starry sky is not dark, but has a faint red color. There are no stars in the starry sky, but they are floating.
Countless blue silk threads.
These threads are all illusory, as if they do not exist, but they are suspended forever, making the starry sky here full of a dreamy feeling, completely different from the ordinary sky.
But similarly, if someone who has lived here for a long time goes to the outer starry sky for the first time, he will also feel that the outside world is different from his hometown.
At this moment, in the ninth realm, in this seemingly boundless starry sky, there are countless bubbles, some big and some small. In a bubble about ten thousand feet in size, two people are sitting cross-legged.
One is a middle-aged man, wearing a casual blue gown. His long hair is tied up and hovering above his head like a sermon. This man's face is as white as jade and he looks gentle and elegant. He has a smile at the corner of his mouth and holds a chess piece in his right hand.
He was looking at the chessboard in front of him intently.
Opposite him was an old man in a white robe. The old man had a beard and looked at the middle-aged man who seemed to be deep in thought with a smile.
"In this chess, I made a wrong move before, one piece was wrong, and the whole board was wrong." After a while, the middle-aged man smiled slightly, put the chess pieces aside, raised his head with emotion, and looked at the old man.
"I am quite honored to have Emperor Yan Pei Chen admit his mistake." The old man said with a smile, his voice hoarse with the passage of time.
"The mistake is that there has been no inheritance since the beginning of the world. The only eternal chessboard of Xuanjiu Nisheng, I don't feel sorry for it." The middle-aged man shook his head and laughed at himself unhurriedly.
"But I'm a little confused as to why Senior Xuanjiu, when I'm about to come to Sanhuang, used his spiritual thoughts to play a game of chess with me." As he spoke, the middle-aged man raised his head, still smiling, but
There was a ray of light in his eyes that was as bright as the sky.
"The chess piece in your hand may not be a chess piece, and the chessboard you see may not be a chessboard, but in any case... since it is the agreement between you and me, the first unspeakable thing to come to the Three Wilds is from the dark
Morning, then... I don’t want to make one mistake and make the whole thing wrong." The old man pondered for a moment, then spoke slowly in a deep voice.
"Returning to Sanhuang is the most important thing for both you and me. There is no room for any surprises in this matter. I ask Emperor Yan Pei Chen to pay more attention to it."
The sharp gleam in the middle-aged man's eyes became even sharper, and the smile at the corner of his mouth gradually became colder.
"It is not the turn of Ni Sheng to tell me how I should do things! As for the chess pieces in my hands...it is his honor to be my chess pieces. Besides...the chess pieces in my hands are destined to be chess pieces.
You can't escape from the hands of this emperor." There was no arrogance in the middle-aged man's expression, but the confidence in his words made his aura unrivaled in the sky.
"If one piece is wrong, the whole lot will be wrong." The old man said calmly.
"Even if one piece is wrong or the whole board is wrong, the player is my emperor, and I can reopen the chessboard!" the middle-aged man said coldly.
"What if the chessboard is broken?"
"Then make another chessboard!"
"What if the chess pieces become the people playing chess?" The old man's eyes flashed suddenly and he slowly said each word.
"This is impossible!" the middle-aged man said flatly.
"Perhaps this is indeed impossible, but... what if there is another person besides this chess piece?"
"What you are talking about is the ant from the Ninth Peak, the person who is in harmony with the will of Daochen's true world. This person is so bold that he dares to be in communion with the will of the true world. Now I am afraid that he has lost himself long ago. He can be called the top
People?" the middle-aged man said coldly.
"I sensed before that there was a strange force that spread out from nowhere in the Three Wastes and opened a passage. This passage penetrated to an unknown place and expelled certain people as if they were exiled.
Can you do this kind of thing?" The old man looked at the middle-aged man with a serious look on his face.
"So, you don't let people from both sides attack the ninth peak. Instead, you suppress the fighting spirit of those venerables and delay time." The middle-aged man's expression was still cold, and his inner thoughts could not be heard in his words.
"Before the situation becomes clear, and before I can't tell whether he has merged with Daochen or... truly replaced Daochen, I don't want to offend him, let alone expand the results of my victory and attract this person's attention.
Anger, once you make one mistake, the price of all mistakes will be under your command, and you and I, the monks in the world, will have to bear the burial of that anger." The old man was silent for a moment and said slowly.
"What I said before was wrong. In fact, I was not talking about you, but myself. Back then, I chose the wrong son against the Holy Spirit... Now, Emperor Yan Pei Chen is about to descend to the next world, and I don't want you to...
··…Keep going astray.”
The middle-aged man looked at the old man. After a long time, the indifference on his face suddenly disappeared and turned into a smile like the spring breeze again. He did not speak, but stood up and walked towards the distance.
Three steps later, his figure disappeared into the world of bubbles and disappeared.
"If one piece is wrong, the whole board is wrong... The chess pieces are not scary. Beside the scary chess pieces, there are chess players you can't see." The old man frowned and sighed softly. He raised his head and looked around.
, slowly revealed a hint of determination in his expression.
At the same time, in the dark morning realm, in a dark starry sky in the central realm, there is a land of dense bones! The bones here are endless, and the number is incalculable. At the top of this bone mountain range,
A middle-aged man sits cross-legged.
This man was the one who existed in the bubble world before. His eyes slowly opened, a white light appeared inside them, and there was a sneer at the corner of his mouth.
"Xuanjiu has existed for too long, obliterating the mountains and turning into a mountain without peaks... A mere ninth peak, a mere person who is arrogant enough to dare to merge with the will of the true world, deserves so much attention
?
He is not my chess piece, and he is not worthy of being my chess piece. My chess piece...is with the Hades." The middle-aged man slowly stood up, and as he took steps, the White Bone Mountains roared and swirled, and the entire mountain range came together.
The shaking suddenly turned into a sea of bones, rolling under the man's feet, sweeping forward across the starry sky at an extremely fast speed, whizzing away, heading straight towards... the Three Wilderness Gap.
As the flames of war spread across the Three Wastelands, the vortex of death was always turning, and there seemed to be a strange force within it, making it difficult for all the Dark Morning and Rebel Sage people to step forward.
Just like the original Lingxian Tribulation, even though this calamity can enter the vortex of death, it is still weakened.
The whirlpool of death remains as mysterious as ever in the eyes of the world, as if it will continue to rotate forever.
In the depths of this vortex of death, connected to it, it is like a mirror corresponding to the three desolations, in the great world of Sangxiang. At this moment, the entire world has fallen into silence, and all operations have stopped, except...
··In the Gangtian Realm, where Su Ming fought with another version of himself in this world, the cocoon that Su Ming transformed into after the Sangzi dissipated.
This cocoon is only a few tens of feet high. It looks unremarkable from a distance. There is no pressure coming from it, and there is no aura of alarm at all. It is ordinary as if it is extremely ordinary.
But beside it, there is the rare will of Sang Xiang who comes in person, surrounding it, and using the entire world to be still to prevent all external interference. Its care, its protection, and its expectations are increasing day by day.
As time passes, it becomes more and more intense.
It does not allow the slightest surprise in Su Ming's transformation from cocoon to butterfly, and it does not allow Su Ming to fail here, because in its expectations, Su Ming's appearance, the fusion with Sang Zi, and the will of the two true worlds, all of this
Everything is full of variables.
In its memory, Su Ming was not the first Sangzi to be fused, but he was the first person...who had the will of the two true worlds to merge with Sangzi.
This is completely different in meaning from everything in the past. Even in the feeling of Sang Xiang's will, Sang Zi is not a son, but a servant. Even if this servant merges with the people of Sanhuang, will he continue to be a servant or be changed into a servant?
It won't even care about the three desolations.
But only in Su Ming's case, because Su Ming took away Daochen, and because he possessed the Immortal Sect, what appeared after the fusion of him and Sang Zi was the cocoon, and it was precisely because of the cocoon... from a certain
In this sense, Su Ming, Sang Xiang, and Sanhuang in this cocoon are actually existences in the same realm, and can even be identified as one ethnic group!
So, Sang Xiang cares!
In Su Ming, it seemed to vaguely see hope. It was the first time in countless years and centuries of changing times that it... saw hope.
Hope of returning home!!
In the incalculable countless eras, I have heard the call of home more than once, but the hope of not being able to go back. At this moment, it is infinitely magnified. Even if it is the will of the Sangxiang world, it is still the hope that is constantly magnified.
, causing the will to tremble.
It is different from Sanhuang. Compared with Sanhuang, which is indifferent and almost numb, it has some human-like thoughts. Therefore, there are three great mulberries here, but there has never been such a monk in the Sanhuang world.
Time passes slowly, not long...
Until one day, when a slight clicking sound suddenly came out in the silent starry sky, Sang Xiang's will boiled and swirled around the cocoon. The clicking sounds gradually became more and more frequent, as if something was going on inside the cocoon.
There is some kind of fragmentation going on from the inside out.
After this kind of fragmentation continued for a period of time, a tiny crack finally appeared on the surface of the cocoon. This crack slowly spread until a crisp and clear crackling sound came out.
No light escapes, but you can see inside through this crack.
You can see a young man with his eyes closed inside. The young man is naked, as calm as sleeping in a cocoon. He has black hair, a slightly pale face, and a third eye between his eyebrows. This third eye.
The eye is not vertical, but a long horizontal gap, and there is a vertical line on it...
The vertical line seems to be an incision, running through the third eye.
It looked like a cross, but the moment Su Ming's eyes opened, and the moment his third eye suddenly opened and closed, the cross looked like... a butterfly spreading its wings!!