"This place is rich in vitality and the Tao Yun is flowing. If I didn't worry about the outside world, I would be willing to stay and practice for hundreds of years."
Zhan Changfeng used the Qi Observation Technique, and the thousands of floating islands showed different brilliance in her eyes. She saw a large island in the center with vast waves and the most divine power, and an island on the right, which was the most mysterious and difficult to distinguish.
The two were quite far apart. She expected that Donglin Wang and others would definitely go to the central island, so she stopped joining in the fun and went to the right.
"It is easy to become a strong person in Qing Dynasty, but it is not easy to become a king. When you disappear for hundreds of years, the world may change and nothing will happen without you."
Wu Feiyu glanced around coldly, "I can stay if you want, but this world is too deserted, there isn't even a living creature that can scream."
Zhan Chang's demeanor softened, and he landed next to a halo of Wannianfu tobacco. He stretched out his hand as if to touch it. The smoky leaves instantly shrank together and turned into a plume of smoke that went underground.
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"It's strange. Logically speaking, this temple is at least a hundred thousand years old. Since spiritual plants can produce spiritual intelligence, why don't we see any transformed ones?"
"It seems that the longest period is about 10,000 to 20,000 years."
The two of them had doubts, but they didn't watch while walking. Instead, they walked past hundreds of floating islands and arrived at the mysterious island that Zhan Changfeng observed.
Judging from the spiritual grass and fairy plants alone, each island can be called a treasure. This island is no different from the islands they just passed by. They spread out to explore and collected some spiritual fruits and soil from the trees.
There are no spiritualized herbs or flowers.
Within a few moments, Wu Feiyu called Zhan Changfeng over, pointed at the huge bird's nest on the red ancient tree, and said, "At least it means there were living creatures before."
The bird's nest is made of vines, and after so many years, green buds are still sprouting on the vines, full of vitality.
"Have you seen inside the bird's nest?"
"No." Wu Feiyu was surprised. She scanned it with her spiritual consciousness and found nothing special. "Is there anything wrong?"
"This bird's nest is woven with an ancient plant called the Thousand Gold Ghost Hand Vine, and..."
Zhan Changfeng jumped up to the ancient tree that was on fire and moved the bird's nest down. "The high-grade Thousand Gold Ghost Hand Vine is equivalent to the king of spiritual plants. It can generate its own magical powers. Its magical powers are often similar to
Existing like the mustard seed space, the one-legged blue phantom bird is a rare beast that regards wealth as its life, so they like to use the Thousand Gold Ghost Hand Vine to hide wealth."
She gave the bird's nest to Wu Feiyu and said, "Look at this vine to see if there is anything abnormal."
Wu Feiyu was already used to her being "omniscient and omnipotent" and had no doubts about her words.
While inspecting the bird's nest, she asked casually, "If you use living vines to make a nest, then the bird won't be afraid of the nest escaping. No, this vine is obviously dead. How can a dead vine still have supernatural powers?"
"The Thousand Gold Ghost Hand Vine has a special characteristic. It has very strong survivability and can survive for a long time without roots and water. The one-legged blue phantom bird is also known as another deceiver besides the tan snake."
"Legend has it that when a blue-legged phantom bird is making a nest, it will lie to the recently deceased Qianjin Ghost Hand Teng that it is still alive. Once the Qianjin Ghost Hand Teng believes it is true, it will continue to 'alive' and its innate magical powers will not disappear."
"Actually, it's dead, so it can't run away and can only make a nest for others."
Wu Feiyu was amazed when he heard this, "This reminds me of a kind of living dead. They are obviously dead, but they think they are alive and live as usual. They will only dissipate when they realize that they are dead."
She commented, "What a clever and wicked bird."
Zhan Changfeng smiled and said nothing. Lianwei showed her the collection of heavenly materials and earthly treasures from 90,000 years ago, so she had a certain understanding of ancient creatures. The deception of this wicked bird was equivalent to a kind of consciousness deception.
The consciousness of life is extremely mysterious and complex, and is full of contradictions and refutations just like the "objective death" and "actual living" of Qianjin Kishoufu.
With her unintentional skills, she can influence reality with her consciousness. She can create something out of nothing and create the world, but the world keeps telling her that everything has objective laws.
If she goes through the stream of consciousness, she will doubt whether there is "objective reality". If she firmly believes that the objective laws will not be changed, then what kind of unintentional art does it exist?
She was once troubled by this problem, but later she gradually discovered that objective reality will change. Standing at different heights, the reality will be reinterpreted. This feeling is probably like a hen wondering why a person can't lay eggs. A mortal
I wonder why the ascetics can fly, and the ascetics wonder why the gods can create life.
After all, in the eyes of hens, only roosters cannot lay eggs. In the eyes of mortals, their bodies are so heavy that they will never fly. In the eyes of ascetics, at the beginning of the Tao, there is no life, and there is no soul. If there is no soul,
, how could life appear?
It may not be accurate to use height to describe it. If she sees a point as a world, that point is its world frame. If she sees a line connected by countless points as a world, then this world only has length and no width or width.
High, the people inside live on a straight line like these countless points.
If you think of a painting as a world, it is a plane with length and width. If there are people in the painting, then if she changes the painting, will it be an incomprehensible vision that will destroy the world and destroy the world?
And her current world is an extra high space. Hens, mortals, and ascetics are all in this space, comprehending layer by layer, comprehending what? Comprehending a brand new world system?
Maybe in this system, in addition to length, width and height, there are other dimensions that can explain creation, creation, retracing time, consciousness and who is the master among the three souls. Is there soul first and then life, or life first?
Then there are issues such as the soul.
"Zhan Changfeng?" Wu Feiyu called her, but when she found that she didn't respond, she moved her eyes away from the bird's nest that had been torn apart and looked over, and couldn't help but twitch.
She worked so hard to find the location of the treasure hidden in the Thousand Gold Ghost Hand Vine, and she suddenly had an epiphany right there!
Ha. Wu Feiyu lowered his head and continued to fiddle with the ghost hand vine. He touched an invisible bag and finally found it.
Yuan Li condensed into a blade, and with a strong stroke, a small black crack appeared in front of his eyes, and a black copper piece and a blue and white patterned egg fell out of it.
Thousands of years have passed. Regardless of whether the blue fantasy bird has hidden treasures or not, the contents inside have almost decayed. It is already a surprise to be able to pour out two things.
What's even more surprising is that the egg seems to be alive. The corners of Wu Feiyu's mouth turned up, and the ends of his eyes were sewed into a smile, as if he had seen a new Gu beast.
She held the blue and white egg as big as her fist to confirm again and again, and finally came to the conclusion, "It's really alive."
Wu Feiyu studied the egg with pleasure for several hours. At a certain moment, he felt a mysterious wave subsided, and it was Zhan Changfeng who woke up from his epiphany.
At a glance, she felt that this person was a little more transparent, able to blend in with the world, and able to create independent paintings, as if external objects could no longer interfere with her will and judgment.
"Do you want to take a retreat to consolidate?"
Zhan Changfeng shook his head. This time it was not a spiritual enlightenment or a Taoist enlightenment, but an improvement in understanding. It does not need to be consolidated.
Due to limited qualifications, everyone's understanding will not change much from birth to death, but she has taken a step further than her original understanding, and she is eager to create her own skills immediately.
But thinking about the current situation, I still suppressed the impulse.
"Is that the egg of the Blue Fantasy Bird?"
"I hope so. This egg is useful to me. I'll keep it. I'll help you grab something else next time." Wu Feiyu handed the black copper piece to Zhan Changfeng, "This is also the space of Qianjin Ghost Hand Teng.
The thing that fell out has remained unchanged for thousands of years. It must be some kind of special item. You can keep it for fun first."
Zhan Changfeng didn't answer, "You don't have to give it to me, whatever you find is yours."
"Wrong, you helped me find it." Wu Feiyu was unambiguous and said with raised eyebrows, "You have a share in seeing it. If you don't want it, I'll hand it over to the public treasury."