Updated: 2013-01-04

"What should I do if the chess piece jumps out of the board?"

"The chess piece is a dead thing, how can it jump out of the chessboard?"

"Maybe it is a dead thing, but if the chess player is given life and opinion, he becomes a living thing."

"What do you think you should do?"

The questioner's tone was a bit feminine. After tens of thousands of years, he was still the same as a fisherman dress. He couldn't see his face clearly under the haze, but it made those who were unfamiliar with others wonder what the intention of his outfit was.

"What exactly does he want to do after revitalizing history but bringing history into the most chaotic period."

Opposite the fisherman, the man with silver hair whispered in a low voice towards the colorful clouds in the sky.

He turned his back to the fisherman, unable to see his front, so he could not judge what he thought. But the fisherman who had known him for thousands of years knew that although he was talking about questions, he must have looked extremely confident in his eyes. The corners of his mouth might be slightly raised, as the wisdom bead was holding it as usual.

After countless epochs, there is nothing that can escape the eyes of this man who was once the best in the world, and no one can deviate from his will. Even the other giants who also enjoy the incense of the people in Yuxin, such as the Supreme and the Emperor, although they are hiding, they are still respectful on the surface.

The place where the fisherman and the silver-haired man are located is a palace that only exists in the painting. The palace is infinitely tall and infinitely broad, but the world is still taller and broader than the palace, so big that even the two of them cannot reach it.

This is the heart of the universe, the heart of the universe, the infinite and vast space, and the time that has no end. Everything starts here and ends here.

This may be the end of the human path, but if it is really the end, for all monks, this is not only not good news, but rather an extremely sad thing.

"Xiao Junjun, what are you thinking."

Looking at the back of the silver-haired man, the fisherman suddenly asked. He used the name tens of millions of years ago. Whenever he called this, his heart would always be uncontrollably ignited with passion, and it seemed that he had returned to the years when the silver-haired man accompanied him to dominate the four continents, expedition to the mountains and seas, and wield his sword to kill the saints. Even now he already has the power to kill the saints in seconds, and wandered around the universe in a blink of an eye, but he could not really go back to the past. Sometimes, he was even willing to dissipate his strength, enter the cycle of reincarnation, go down to the four continents of heaven and earth, and start from an unknown person to fight the world again. It would be better than now that although he has great power, he cannot be free and at ease.

However, even if he dissipates his strength and reincarnates, the power possessed by his soul can collapse the order outside of the heart.

When their cultivation reaches their level, they can destroy the world with a slight movement. Therefore, they can only stay in the Yuxin with infinite time and space, like an old man on a stone, struggling with difficulties. Although they can manipulate the fortune of heaven and control the fate of creatures outside the Yuxin, they can also regard history as a book, see the end from the beginning and the end from the end. But over time, they will inevitably feel bored.

"I'm thinking, what are you giving me the wine you lost?" the silver-haired man turned around and smiled slightly.

Capturing the familiar but many smiles that had not been seen in many years, the fisherman's eyelids twitched and he opened his mouth and said, "How did you think of how to get rid of it?"

"Little Moni said, don't be fooled."

"You must know that you have an idea. Hahaha, I have been holding my damn Yuxin for thousands of years and finally can re-enter the cycle of reincarnation and the world. Xiaojunjun, tell me quickly, what method is used?"

"Taishang, the emperor and the others have the idea to return to the lower realm, be saints, and be emperors. Do you think I will be the same as them?"

The fisherman frowned and puzzled, "Isn't it? If you don't go back to the lower realm, where will you go?"

"Amber Chen has already mastered the sky, and the Hongfu has the order of heaven. They have become the uncrowned kings of the history of heaven and earth. Even if we return to the lower realm, they are not as great as them. With your temperament, are you willing?" asked the silver-haired man.

"This..." After not using my brain for a long time, the fisherman scratched his ears and his head was very anxious: "Then let's continue to stay in Yuxin and not go to the lower realm?"

"The lower world still has to go." The silver-haired man smiled successfully.

"You play tricks on me!" The fisherman was angry.

"Although I go to the lower realm, it's just a springboard. Don't worry, please call everyone and say that the journey has begun."

The silver-haired man smiled and said, spreading his hands, and a book appeared in the palm of his hand.

There are only two words on the book - history.

When I opened it again, there were many chapters - ancient, ancient, ancient, and Dharma-Ending... In the eyes of the people of Yuxin, the world where Anbochen is located is just a book of history. For Anbochen, he and his companions are alive, flesh and blood, and for Yuxin's leaders, everything outside Yuxin is nothing but dead.

"Amber Chen and Hong Fu, they brought surprises to Yu Xin. When they exchanged courtesy, I would also surprise them."

Zhou Jijun, the first person in ancient times and the current leader of Yuxin, said with a smile.

A gust of wind suddenly rolled up the wind in Yuxin, blowing up the book in Zhou Jijun's hand, "Crash". The chapters and chapters of those pages were turning, dazzling, but when the wind stopped, they squeezed together and turned into a long page.

......

Xiao Anzi, what are you doing? How come I feel like the world is about to collapse forever?

Sima Jin's spiritual transmission sounded in his ears.

An Bochen didn't know how long Sima Jin would sleep. He only knew that on the day when Sima Jin woke up, the two would truly enter the state of fusion of water and milk and yin and yang. With the order of the heaven and earth collected by Sima Jin, the history of heaven and earth will be controlled by them.

"I'm cutting off the pages of the book." Amberchen said

Cut off the pages of the book? What does that mean...

Sima Jin, who was in the state of returning to the baby, was obviously too lazy to think too much, so he asked.

"What I cut off is the pages of history. History is like a page, and we are the characters in the pages that have long been written. Now, I have cut off the pages of history and even pulled the so-called historical writers in. I control the sky, you have the order of heaven, they once mercilessly dictate our destiny, and now it is our turn to control them."

Amberchen took back his spear and said with a smile.

What does it mean... Why don't people understand?

"You don't have to understand. You only need to sleep for thousands of years. After a thousand years, breaking through the Xuanxian is the time when we control the fate of those people."

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(It's written a bit like science fiction... but after a long time, I finally went back to the initial setting)

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