A butterfly flutters in a strange and beautiful world.
This world is infinitely vast.
It is even vast and vast beyond the reach of all the worlds and heavens in the outside world.
Because, there is no end to the road.
This is the place where the seventeen people’s great path entangles and evolves.
It has already transcended the shackles of the universe.
There is only one thing weighing on their heads - reincarnation.
Lu Qingping sat cross-legged on the butterfly's back, letting the butterfly take him to unknown depths.
The concept of time is confused here.
So much so that Lu Qingping didn't even know how long she had been floating on the boundless vast land since she climbed onto the back of the butterfly.
Maybe it's just one year, maybe it's been thousands of years...ten thousand years...millions of years...
After the years have begun to blur the concept.
Dust also floated on Lu Qingping's Taoist heart.
There was fatigue in his eyes.
"Where is the way forward?"
An inner question.
Echoing between the infinite vastness and immeasurable vastness, those figures on the avenue shuttled back and forth, bypassing his body and butterflies.
Huhu~~
In a trance, it seems like the years are speeding by.
One long river of time after another is flowing mightily.
I don’t know whether it’s a thousand years, ten thousand years, or how many tens of thousands of years...
From Lu Qingping's perspective, something different from those great avenues finally emerged.
"That's...a Taoist temple in front of you."
Looking down from the butterfly's back, on the boundless land of the avenue, one can see the vast howling wind and sand, and an ancient Taoist temple stands in it. At the door of the Taoist temple stands a middle-aged Taoist man with his hands behind his back.
The Taoist had a majestic temperament, fair complexion, and a pair of eyes that seemed to contain the beginningless and endless chaos, exuding the immeasurable true meaning of the Tao. He looked towards Lu Qingping.
At the same time that this Taoist temple appeared at one place on the earth, three ancient temples also appeared at three locations on the horizon.
In the first temple on the left, a young monk is sitting cross-legged on the lotus platform of the Ancestor of Ten Thousand Buddhas. He is looking at the only candle in the temple, as if staring...
In the temple in the middle, there is a middle-aged monk sitting cross-legged, wearing a purple-gold cassock and making fist seals. The temple is filled with a will to dominate the present and be the only one.
In the third temple on the right, there was an old monk covered in mist. His weathered eyes also looked towards Lu Qingping.
"Taoist, Buddha..."
Lu Qingping sat cross-legged on the butterfly and looked at the four Taoist figures in the temple.
It seems that they are separated by infinite space, but it is as if they can reach each other with just one step.
However, they just looked at each other.
Lu Qingping looked at them and said:
"These are the true bodies of these people, but it seems that they have been trapped by the avenues of other saints. They can only stand still in place, and cannot use any of their strength elsewhere."
He has realized it clearly.
These four people are the sources of Buddhism and Taoism.
It is the same supreme true form as Taishang and Lingbao who left here.
However, their opponents were too powerful. They were all the other deities except themselves. Over the years, their paths had become entangled with each other. Even if they saw him, they would not be able to do anything distracted.
As long as they slacken their strength for a moment, their paths will find holes in each other's paths, penetrate them, and overwhelm them.
"The four people who discovered the source of Buddhism, then, are the five emperors of our human race also somewhere on this earth..."
Although below were the four real bodies of the Great Dao whose size dominated the heavens, Lu Qingping was in a calm mood.
They didn't do anything to Lu Qingping, and Lu Qingping didn't look for anything on her own.
Butterflies just flew over the heads of the four of them.
Huhu~~
In the vast land of the avenue, the endless air currents roll endlessly.
The four sources of Buddhism have been discovered, and then, a figure of the most powerful person in the world appeared on the earth below.
To the northwest, there is a true emperor entrenched as if sleeping, with the body of a tiger and leopard with shaggy hair. It is the image of the Western Emperor. He seems to be sleeping soundly, but he is trapped in the struggle between the great ways.
The East is a thing that emits infinite light. It has no form, but is just a ball of infinite light. It is the light of chaos and is the image of the Eastern Emperor.
There is also the Zhulong Emperor entrenched on a supreme sacred mountain.
And, a majestic ancestral god with a dragon head slowly opened his eyes and looked towards Lu Qingping.
In an instant, the heavens and the world seemed to be opened up again on the earth.
Wind, thunder and lightning, water, volcanoes and swamps are all presented one by one.
However, Lu Qingping also ignored the ancestor of all gods, the founder of the world. His eyes only focused on a yellow river flowing on the vast land of the avenue.
By the river.
A middle-aged majestic man in a yellow robe, standing by the river with a sword in both hands, looked at Lu Qingping with a smile in his eyes. There was a long-awaited relief in his smile.
It seems to be saying...you are here.
"Emperor Xuanyuan."
Lu Qingping patted the butterfly and made it fly over.
However, he immediately saw another meaning emerge in the eyes of the majestic man:
"Don't come, go in that direction..."
This is the Taoist charm flowing out of his eyes, and it has content that can be easily understood.
His eyes turned in one direction, seeming to guide him.
"Going in that direction?"
Lu Qingping said to herself, following Emperor Xuanyuan's eyes, that was the direction of the source of the Yellow River.
After a while.
He breathed out slightly, cupped his hands to Emperor Xuanyuan, and asked the butterfly to lead him up the Yellow River to its source.
Not long ago.
He once again found a young man sitting cross-legged by the Yellow River. He was dressed in gorgeous imperial robes and had a handsome face. He was playing a Yao Qin with both hands. He also opened his eyes to Lu Qingping, smiled, and guided him in the direction.
More upstream:
"Go and find the source..."
Lu Qingping looked at him and said in her heart: "This is Emperor Xuan Xiao, right?"
Shaohao Xuanxiao, the White Emperor of the human race, entered Taoism through music and laid the foundation of human ritual and music.
"Understood."
Lu Qingping then bowed her hands and continued to go up to the source of the Yellow River with the butterflies flying.
By the river, another person appeared. He had a kind face and was sighing sadly at the edge of the Yellow River. He was wearing a bright red robe of the Lieyang Emperor and exuding a strong aura.
His finger continued to point upward.
"Emperor Shennong."
Continuing upward, Lu Qingping saw the legendary Emperor with whom she had the most contact.
The most domineering Black Emperor among the human race.
Emperor Zhuanxu.
His temperament, his way...
Wait, Lu Qingping suddenly discovered an important problem.
He actually discovered the same meaning of the Great Dao in these four Heavenly Emperors.
He stood with his hands down, looked at Lu Qingping, and asked:
"What is China?"
He actually spoke!!
Ever since Lu Qingping entered this vast land of the Dao, although all kinds of bizarre and abstract magical things he performed were more wonderful than those in the heavens and the world, he understood that these were all manifestations of other people's Dao transformation.
He and these few people are the only ones who really exist here.
In this vast land, I don’t know how many years have passed. This is the first time I heard other people’s voices.
Aren't these supreme beings all entangled by other people's great ways, and can no longer find the energy to do other things? Why...
"What is China?"
Emperor Zhuanxu looked at Lu Qingping and asked again.
Lu Qingping looked at the most powerful Emperor of Heaven in the human world, and it was evident here, and he couldn't help but think deeply.
Huhuhu~~
The avenue is noisy and windy.
At this moment, the chaotic fog in his mind suddenly dispersed, and he looked at the person in front of him
On this issue, Lu Qingping just pondered for a moment and then said:
"Hua Hua is a world where all realms are unified, Xia is a country of civilization and etiquette, and it is the way of the human race."
"It is the common way of the five emperors."
Emperor Zhuanxu's eyes were smiling, and Lu Qingping vaguely saw Zhang Sanfeng's smile on him.
He is actually Zhang Sanfeng’s true form.
He didn't say another word, he just let Lu Qingping go to the source.
Lu Qingping already understood what was waiting for her at the source.
"who I am?"
He asked Emperor Zhuanxu.
Emperor Zhuanxu just smiled and pointed to the source.
Phew~~
Lu Qingping was not disappointed. After he saluted, the butterfly took him to the source of the Yellow River.
The birthplace of human civilization.
It was a deserted Gobi desert with scattered stones. A middle-aged man wearing animal skins with disheveled beard and hair was drawing something on the ground. His back was to Lu Qingping, and he felt Lu Qingping coming.
The middle-aged man in Beast Skin was still motionless, but not far away from him, there was a woman standing there with a smile. Her gentle smile reminded Lu Qingping of her mother in a trance.
He shouted loudly:
"Are you..."
"I am Fuxi, and I am also Nuwa."
The woman walked towards him.
Along with the words, she chuckled in a normal tone and said:
"Fuxi and Nuwa are originally one person, with one yin and one yang. How can they exist independently? If there is no yin and yang, how can Bagua occur?"
Lu Qingping looked at Emperor Fuxi in sackcloth who was caught in the dispute between the avenues, and realized clearly: "The reason why you can still maintain your self-awareness in this dispute between the avenues is because you and Emperor Fuxi are divided into yin and yang, and Emperor Fuxi is still
You can retain your clear will even when you are competing with other great lords."
Wazu looked at Lu Qingping and said: "This battle of great avenues has no result, and it is difficult to determine the winner. There has never been a second generation in the seventeenth generation. No one of us here will win from the battle of great avenues."
In this era, that person will only appear in this era..."
This person should be the son of the era.
Like the seventeen other seventeen generations, they are all sons of the era of each era.
Lu Qingping suddenly said: "But the son of this era is not me."
Wazu nodded silently and said: "It is true that you are not the Son of the Era, but your status as the Son of the Era is ten thousand times more noble than that of the Son of the Era in this life."
Lu Qingping looked at Wa Zu, suddenly spoke calmly, and asked: "Am I reincarnation?"
Wazu looked at Lu Qingping and said, "Maybe, maybe not."
Lu Qingping took a deep breath and said, "Huh?"
Wazu said: "Yes or no, we can verify the result now."