In the empty and long-standing palace, a faint sigh could be heard, and he said hoarsely: "Three thousand years, three thousand years, three thousand years of doing nothing."
After all, the seventh-level Heavenly Emperor is the ultimate limit of flesh and blood life, tapping all the potential of the body.
The eighth level is a qualitative change. It begins to rise in dimension and transform into a high-dimensional creature. This requires climbing the road of high-dimensional space and time. This road is unprecedented and needs to be opened up.
For Imang, "growth" is actually not important.
There are only them in this turbid and chaotic Hongmeng universe, so what's the use of having such a powerful force?
He just wants to find something to do, he just wants to have a goal to live for...
Being addicted to sculpture is also to pass the time.
The same is true for cultivation.
In a life that is as long as eternity, there is always something to do, just something to pursue.
"Life is just boring for a short time at this time, or it will always be so boring."
His fingertips gently stroked a delicate prismatic statue, as if gently stroking his lover.
His sculptural talent has reached its peak,
His works seem to be alive, and every edge and corner, even the microscopic particles, are so perfect that it is shocking.
But after 20,000 years, he has long been no longer interested in sculpture.
Unable to practice,
Unable to sculpt...
It has been so quiet and boring day after day.
He suddenly felt lonely as never before.
Loneliness is inevitable in any life, not even the greatest hero can escape it.
This is inherently a kind of torture. To put a person in a dark room with nothing for a month can almost make him collapse. The darkness and loneliness will slowly submerge the whole person.
The entire hazy primitive universe was originally a dark room.
At this time, this kind of loneliness was like a vine in the black abyss in Yimang's heart, repeating itself day after day, binding him up and suppressing him so much that he could hardly breathe!!
He suddenly felt like wanting to die a miserable death.
When he thought back on his entire life, the happiest time was actually the most difficult and dangerous period of disaster, when he led his people to escape precariously, fearing whether they would die tomorrow, and the fresh period in the early stages of learning sculpture and cultivation.
feel.
"I'm tired..."
Suppressing this terrible thought, he walked out of the palace step by step,
His steps suddenly slowed down, as if his eternal body contained an old and decaying soul.
He walked out of the palace and looked at the young tribesmen everywhere who were enthusiastic, studying sculpture, and practicing.
"Hahaha, I practice faster than you!"
"I don't believe it, I have to go faster!"
"I'm a better sculptor than you! Look at me!"
He looked at the young people of these ethnic groups and had a strong thought at the same time, "They still have pursuits now and are still passionate about sculpture, but when they reach my realm, what will happen in the future?"
He looked at the happy tribesmen and suddenly felt a chilling feeling.
In this universe, there are only two things they can do: practice and sculpture, but what if they all come to an end?
Then, living day after day is itself a disaster.
"Is this a curse for us in this world? A curse for us in eternity...?"
The great calamity of suffering and silence is coming.
He had a vague omen in his heart.
On this day, Yi Mang suddenly made a bold decision. He sat in the palace, summoned talented people from all over the world, and announced to the entire civilization that a sculpture competition was about to be held.
"I come!"
"let me!"
Suddenly, the crowd became excited.
Countless indigenous people who are good at sculpture art are eager to try it.
They are very simple and can communicate with beings from all major chaotic star fields. Their 10,000-year-old sculpture skills are able to show off their abilities, which makes them excited.
The entire universe has completely entered the age of great sculpture.
For a time, all the earth in the starry sky and everywhere you look will be filled with exquisite sculptures, and the entire universe becomes a grand sculpture exhibition hall, magnificent and magnificent.
"Allowing them to compete with sculptures will only delay the progress of their cultivation. They will eventually reach my level and see that there is no way forward."
Yi Mang directly handed over the management authority to his wife, and then disappeared into the vast universe alone. "Since there is no way, I will open a way out."
With this move, Yimang has been walking in the universe for thousands of years.
He began to seriously observe the mysterious structure of the universe, think about his own body, immerse himself in it, and look for ways to break through.
During this period, he went back to the tribe several times.
When they went back for the first time, the sculpture competition had been held once a year for 1,738 times. They found it boring. A large number of tribesmen had already broken through to the seventh level and completely stopped moving forward.
They live a boring and repetitive life day after day, and their expressions have become sluggish.
Going back for the second time.
Over the past six thousand years, a large number of tribesmen have lost their vitality, and some have begun to commit suicide.
The first god and demon to commit suicide seemed to be a chain reaction, and countless tribesmen also began to commit suicide to escape this suffering.
There is no difference between "living" and "dead" in their eyes.
For the immortal ancient gods and demons, it seems to be a matter of course to choose death when life is boring.
Yi Mang glanced at it and left directly.
But at this time, his boring expression suddenly became brighter, and his eyes suddenly burned with blazing fire, as if he had found the meaning of life again, a new goal of his, he wanted to change everything,
"In this boring and eternal chaos, it will always be like this. Is there really no hope? There is only despair... We all suffer from this."
He thought back to the beginning.
When I was young, at the moment when I was learning the art of sculpture, doubts about the universe came to my mind for the second time:
【Why is the universe not regular?】
He embarked on a journey again.
He tried everything, but had no clue.
"In the growth period, we must have a greater growth period... We are infinite."
He walked in the ancient wilderness,
"No matter how you try, use external force to suppress, or continue to practice, there is no response. Is it because the days of living are not enough? That's right...the childhood period of ten years old, the adult period of twenty years old, and then the huge span of ten thousand years.
We have just reached adulthood... In other words, the next step may not be that we cannot grow, it is our next stage, and it may take longer and longer! It may be like twenty years old, to ten thousand years
difference!"
He guessed so.
But he knew in his heart that in the chaos of this ancient universe, no one could endure such long boring days.
"There must be other ways to practice to speed up our growth period!"
"Yes, time! If it takes longer to grow to that level, I will look for ways to speed up our life time!"
He began to walk in one, two, and three dimensions, as well as in the chaotic time zone, as if he were an ascetic in the entire universe, constantly gaining insights and looking for ways to speed up the body's time.
Day after day, year after year.
Ten thousand years later, when he was more than 30,000 years old, he returned to the ethnic group again and found that the era of great expansion had passed, the population had become sparse, and almost only the younger generation remained.
"well!"
He sighed and went out again, looking for life. He felt that he was very close.
A way to use some special means to accelerate the growth of your life time...
On this day, he was floating in two-dimensional space and time, as a thin piece of paper, floating in the universe. Suddenly, he felt as if his soul was leaping through time and space, like a fish rising out of the water.
His whole body became extremely fast, as if he was traveling through time.
He clearly felt his own changes. From the three-dimensional long axis of length, width and height, there was an extra dimension - time.
He transformed into a four-dimensional creature.
The four-dimensional space-time is length, width, height, and time.
He felt as if he had jumped out of time and turned into a four-dimensional creature, able to adjust his own timeline at will.
This feeling is mysterious and mysterious.
He can adjust his time lifeline at will, wandering in the past life and the future life.
The length of his life is like a movie.
He has already reached the halfway point, but he can adjust the acceleration progress bar at will to speed up, slow down, or even reverse the progress of the movie!
He turned the timeline, and his life was like a movie. He pressed the fast forward button and accelerated forward rapidly, a thousand times, ten thousand times...
He turned around and fiddled with the timeline, and his life was flowing backwards rapidly, as if he had pressed the fast forward button. His cultivation was rapidly declining, and he was on the road to regaining his youth and returning to his childhood.
"I have finally reached the next stage of growth!"
boom!
The next moment, winds and clouds surged, the entire universe changed rapidly, the light was bright, and all the vast movements resounded throughout the galaxy, countless times greater than the previous breakthrough.
At this moment, Yi Mang transformed into a real four-dimensional creature in the entire universe, an eternal cosmic life that transcended the three-dimensional space and wandered on the timeline!
"I saw my whole life."
He laughed, his memory was clearer than ever before, and it penetrated his whole body. All the ancient memories came to him, and he even saw the first moment of his life.
It was a time when the universe was still in the early days of the Big Bang. A hazy giant figure gently lifted him up with one hand.
