Chapter 62 Tuosheng Tianhai, the body of chaos (Part 2)
Huhu~
Above the ninth level of the sky, the wind is extremely fierce. The storm above the thirty-sixth level of the sky is enough to wipe out most things in the world.
Buzz~
On an island hanging high in the sky, Yang Jian stood with his hands behind his hands, and the rolling spiritual energy submerged into his body like giant dragons in the Yangtze River.
There are thirty-six levels in the sky and sea, each level is opened by great power, formed by gathering the luck of all realms, and it also bears the overwhelming majority of spiritual energy tides from all realms.
In Daluo Heaven, spiritual energy is almost as real as substance, and it is not as violent as the outside world. You don't even have to swallow it deliberately to be absorbed by the creatures there.
On this isolated island, Yang Jian overlooked this seemingly endless world.
In the world of heaven and sea, there are thirty-six heavens and seventy-two earths. Daluo Tian is the most noble place, and it also has the largest number of gods and Buddhas gathered together.
The Heavenly Court stands here, and many of the Heavenly Court's tribes and great gods are also in this realm.
when!
There is a bell that echoes in the sky, long and loud, and all those who hear it feel clear-minded, as if they have been baptized.
This is the most precious treasure of the divine court, the morning bell. It has never been rung once in nine calamities for tens of millions of years. But now,
In just these two hundred years, Yang Jian has heard it hundreds of times.
And every time the bell echoes, it means that there is a Nine Tribulations great supernatural being who has been reborn and returned after all the calamities.
"The morning bell rings at eight? Who is coming back this time?"
On the island, Li Erbai was bored.
When he first entered the mythical Tianhai, he was quite excited, but now, he only feels bored.
He doesn't want to be a storyteller with no audience.
but……
"When the morning bell rings, the gods of the tribes return. When the morning bell rings, the gods of the tribes return. When the morning bell rings three times, when the morning bell rings nine, the lords of the tribes return. These eight bells..."
Yang Jian said to himself:
"Who could it be?"
In the past two hundred years, he rarely left this island, but he also knew a lot about Daluotian and various secrets of heaven.
After all, every time the morning bell rings, someone will throw a banquet, no matter how big or small it is.
Daluotian, the highest place in the sky and sea.
Heavenly Court, the supreme ruler of Daluotian, controls all realms in the world, and is the overlord respected by all realms. Among them, the strong ones are like clouds, the gods are like rain, they oppress the heavens, and all spirits surrender.
The three divisions and nine divisions are where the gods and immortals in heaven reside.
Those who are in charge of a department, even in the age of nine tribulations, are powerful and famous people in the world.
Countless gods and Buddhas call him the ‘Nine Extremes of War God’!
"Nine rings are the Nine Extremes God of War. These eight rings..."
Li Eryi scratched his head, a little confused and a little awed.
As a broom star, his status in heaven is really not high, his popularity is also quite low, and he has almost no source of information.
But the Jiuji God of War was extremely familiar to him.
The Patriarch of Jiutian Demon Subduing, Lord Doumu, Judiciary Heavenly Lord, Master of Orders... any of them are active in legends, myths among myths.
Next to these nine, who will it be?
"No matter who it is, it has nothing to do with us."
Yang Jian said, suddenly raising his eyebrows and looking up.
Li Eryi followed the sound and saw the familiar Shenze Avenue flowing down. An old Taoist with a fairy spirit stepped over holding a fly whisk:
"The Great Heavenly Lord has summoned the True Monarch of Xian Sheng!"
"She has returned?"
Yang Jian's heart trembled.
A hundred years ago, when Emperor Ziwei returned, he violated the rules of heaven and fought with Emperor Yin in the void. Not long after, he was deprived of his rank and magical powers and was thrown into the mortal world.
But she did not return...
"Zhenjun, please!"
The old Taoist glanced at Li Eryi, with unconcealed unhappiness in his eyes:
"When the Great Heavenly Lord summons me, the True Lord cannot bring this broom star with me..."
"you……"
Li Er's eyes twitched, and when he was about to speak, Yang Jian interrupted:
"Lead the way!"
The old Taoist had no choice but to give up, and after slightly arching his hands, he led the way.
The divine court is majestic and filled with splendor.
Walking into the divine court again, Yang Jian couldn't help but feel a move in his heart, feeling deeply fearful.
As the endless spiritual energy rolled in, all kinds of gods and Buddhas returned one after another. In more than two hundred years, the sky and sea changed several times every day, and the heaven was naturally one of the places with the most dramatic changes.
He saw with his own eyes that this majestic divine palace was emerging from the ruins step by step, but he still couldn't help but be surprised at this moment.
When he entered this place, he felt his body sink, as if he was being pressed down by a giant mountain...
"This is?"
"Shenting, recovery, the rules of heaven are being reshaped!"
The old Taoist smiled slightly and explained:
"More than a hundred years ago, the Great Heavenly Lord deposed Emperor Ziwei and used his divine body to recast the Book of Heaven in the void. Now, I'm afraid, the success is imminent?"
As he spoke, the old man's eyes were full of envy.
It has been more than two hundred years since the Great Heavenly Lord came back, but apart from the one time he hosted a banquet for all the great supernatural beings, he has not summoned many people at all other times.
And this Holy Lord is one of those few people. It can even be said that he is the most holy person in the world!
How could he not be envious of this?
"Book of Heaven?"
Yang Jian took a deep breath, suppressed the tremors in his heart, and walked slowly into the courtyard filled with divine light behind the Divine Courtyard.
Outside the Divine Court, various islands float in the clouds. Above the Divine Court, various fairy palaces are like forests, which are endless as far as the eye can see.
But the courtyard here seems very quiet, with divine light lingering outside, but inside, it is simple and not like a divine courtyard.
Mountains, bamboo forests, clear springs, wooden houses, and nine lying cow stones as high as one person.
Here, Yang Jian once again saw the middle-aged man in regular clothes, sitting on the Waniu Stone by the river.
Just like before, no matter how he looked or remembered, he couldn't see clearly or remember his facial features or face.
"sit."
The middle-aged man spoke calmly, and Yang Jian sat down involuntarily.
This middle-aged man whose face is invisible has a way of speaking that he cannot understand. Any word he says seems to be certain to become reality.
Every time he faced him head-on, Yang Jian felt that his body, mind, and soul were trembling. Even if he had endless anger and murderous intent, it would only turn into shock and fear.
This is not because of his lack of mental cultivation, but because the essential gap between the two has reached an unimaginable level.
Just like ordinary people looking up at the stars, they only feel the endless depth and vastness, but they can't help but feel that they are endlessly insignificant...
"Qingyuan Miao Dao is one of the seven levels of the Seven Yuan Dao. If you don't follow this path, it will be difficult to prove the law."
The middle-aged man seemed to glance at Yang Jian, and seemed to be feeding the fish carelessly:
"If you don't become enlightened, everything is empty. Everything you do is meaningless..."
"This is not my way!"
Yang Jian responded coldly.
Every time he saw this supreme being in front of him, his heart always trembled with unspeakable tremors, but it added countless complications.
Because only here can he feel his father's aura...
"The road never belongs to anyone, even the one who opened the road. As long as he opens the road, everyone can walk and everyone can achieve success."
The middle-aged man threw down the bait, and suddenly there were all kinds of golden and red fish vying for it in the creek:
"You are my son in this world, and you don't have to compete with anyone, nor do you have to make way for anyone. The manifestation of the Holy Spirit has always been prepared for you..."
Yang Jian's breathing was stagnant. He couldn't refute at all, but he still gritted his teeth: "I said, this is not my path!
I will never stand in my brother’s way!”
"Then the only option for you is to be trapped on an isolated island."
Middle-aged people are neither sad nor happy, and most of their minds are not here:
"Have you considered?"
Yang Jian was silent.
In the past two hundred years, he refused many times. Whether it was guidance from the people in front of him or guidance from others, he never took a step forward.
He just practiced the martial arts taught by his elder brother to the fourth step of human immortality, the ever-changing realm.
But martial arts seems to have been exhausted at this point, and he has been unable to make any progress for a long time.
Why didn't he want to go further, but...
'How can I be worthy of my brother if I follow her directions...'
Yang Jian struggled in his heart.
He is even more afraid that if he agrees with the person in front of him, his father, he will never come back.
"He no longer exists."
The middle-aged man seemed to know what Yang Jian was thinking, and just looked at him deeply:
"He is one of the thousands of gods that I have reincarnated into during this tribulation. When I return, he will have dissipated and will never come back."
"ah!"
Yang Jian felt his heart was burning and he couldn't hold it in any longer. He wanted to rush to kill him, but he couldn't even get up.
Facing those eyes that were as calm as the sky, the anger in his heart disappeared without a trace once again.
Angry but unable to vent, sad but unable to fight back, Yang Jian felt as if he was going crazy, his temples pounding:
"One day, one day..."
"You can go down to the next level."
The middle-aged man just said a word, and Yang Jian couldn't help but stand up. He didn't even have time to say goodbye to anyone, and he fell into the sea of clouds.
From the great Luotian, he fell to the earth.
"You are too kind to him..."
Under the empty void, a shadow seemed to flash past, with surprise and doubt:
"You, are you really affected by your reincarnation?"
Before he finished speaking, the shadow was frightened by him, and immediately felt that it was impossible.
The supreme being in front of us is a true short-term person. He is born without any emotions of joy or anger. He is as ruthless as the sky. How can human emotions affect him?
Not to mention, at the time of the Nine Tribulations, he has differentiated into hundreds of millions of bodies and spirits. How could he be affected by one of them?
The middle-aged man said nothing and just touched his heart:
"Perhaps, I really haven't done all my work..."
"This, how is this possible?"
After asking subconsciously, he actually got a response. The shadow seemed to be greatly frightened, trembling violently and twisting:
"Is there a difference in reincarnation? Or is it someone's plan..."
"Maybe, both."
The middle-aged person was still neither sad nor happy. She felt the emotion surging in her heart. It was so weak that she could easily kill it, but she allowed the emotion to surge:
"Taiyi, if you have a guest coming, come and greet me for a hundred years..."
"Um?"
The shadow seemed to be aware of it. He suddenly raised his head, and his vision seemed to travel through time and space.
But what he saw was a strange and dark place, with the breath of endless years rolling and surging in it.
Faintly, a Bagua alchemy furnace seemed to be burning brightly, and there seemed to be a Taoist sitting with his back facing away, gently waving a cattail leaf fan.
"she?"
It was called Taiyi, like a shadow of nothingness, and I couldn't help but feel shocked when I saw this scene.
However, this is only the beginning...
In the depths of the void where the breath of time intertwined, somewhere in time and space, he saw a holy mountain towering from the ground to the sky, so huge that it was boundless...
Seeing the gathering of Qingyun, the indescribable gods slowly emerged, as if they heard the sound of Zen, and also seemed to hear someone preaching the Taoist scriptures...
What's more, I heard a clanking sound like the collision of gold and iron.
"The Great Heavenly Lord has not yet attained enlightenment?"
In the void, there seems to be a voice flowing from the end of the years, as if there is a supreme being coming across the long river of time and space:
"Or, if people are outside the Tao, they don't need to become Tao?"
"Or are you here early?"
"Not really..."
The middle-aged man slowly raised his hand, and endless years followed him like ripples.
Reality and illusion, existence and death...
The endless weirdness was penetrated and flattened by the palm, and the chaotic time and space in the meantime was straightened out.
At this moment, the sky and the sea were moving, as if a cold wind was blowing.
In the void outside the boundary, the giant Gan Gang ship slowly stopped. Here, Hei Baizi and others used their magical powers to get a glimpse of the scenery inside the boundary.
Before they could marvel in their hearts, an incredible scene happened.
In the world, scenes that were originally slow and unhurried, at this moment, accelerated extremely naturally, yet extremely violently!
The years have been moved!
And the source of all this...
Outside a void, Di Ting suddenly turned his ears and heard the divine voice echoing, and a chill surged in his heart:
“Not early, not late, just the right time!”
…
…
In the endless wilderness, there is a mountain forest.
The ancient forests here are lush, dangerous peaks stand tall, the miasma is permeating the air, and huge roars echo from time to time, as if there are endless demons lingering in it, so this place is rarely visited by people.
"arrive!"
Suddenly, a cloud fell from a high place into the miasma, and a voice came from it.
"Master, next time you throw me down, can you tell me in advance?"
In the miasma, on a barren mountain, a man as majestic as a bear complained loudly.
"Why?"
An old Taoist wearing a gray Taoist robe and a wizened face poked his head out from the clouds. He held a compass in his hand and murmured:
"It shouldn't be. How come there is nothing where the fortune compass points? Could it be that the thing has become a spirit?"
Thinking together, the old Taoist hurriedly jumped off the clouds and landed on the barren mountain. He looked left and right, playing with the compass:
"That's not right! I'm afraid it's still a hundred and eighty thousand miles away from Jilei Mountain. How could the fortune-telling compass be ineffective?"
"Master!"
The big man stepped over and looked over:
"Would you like me to see it?"
"You know nothing!"
The old Taoist glared at him, then turned to look at the miasma-shrouded mountains, frowning:
"The stone embryo buried by the ancestor in the past has long since lost its spiritual power. How can it still run away on its own?"
"Then who can say for sure?"
The big man grunted, looked around for a long time, and suddenly exclaimed:
"Master, you, look at your feet!"
"What?!"
The veteran lowered his head subconsciously and was immediately startled.
This barren mountain is surrounded by miasma and overgrown with weeds, but through the weeds, you can faintly detect a hint of purple.
The color that seems to be there or not, like purple or gold, keeps wandering on the mountain, from faint to bright,
The vibrations range from subtle to severe!
"Could it be that the mountain our ancestor buried back then was a mountain?!"
The old Taoist was overjoyed, but the big man was so frightened that his hair stood on end, and his voice became sharp: