"Space is creation. Mountains and rivers, auras, treasures, living things, and even magical powers. The three thousand avenues all stand out from their origins." Lin Zixuan spoke solemnly and methodically, and he found that the pressure covering his body was gradually dissipating.
The red-haired young man's eyes suddenly shrank, and then a strong light emerged from his body. The dazzling brightness made Lin Zixuan unable to open his eyes, and it had extremely strong penetrating power, causing a painful burning sensation in his closed pupils.
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"What is he going to do?" The big-headed baby showed deep confusion. The light was extraordinary and made him feel an inexplicable sense of crisis.
"This...is this the ultimate source of light?!" The old man's mind trembled violently, as if he was touched by it, and some memories that had been dusty for thousands of years were awakened.
His eyes were confused, and suddenly there was a bright light, which made him startled. He murmured: "He...he wants to trace back time and restore the place where it was born, the scene at the beginning of the universe!"
"Old guy, our race hadn't appeared at that time, right?!" The big-headed baby asked in surprise, how long ago the beginning of the universe was. Even though the life constitution of his family was so powerful that it was almost immortal, it still made him doubtful.
"In the past, the two rituals were not separated, the avenue was empty, and on the shore of the universe, there was an ancient sky chiseling open the Hongmeng, giving birth to the ancestor Qi, thus giving birth to all things in the world. Chaos gods and demons were the first ancestors of the world. The origin of our race
After that!" The old man looked solemn, but there was an incomparable pride on his face.
At the same time, Lin Zixuan opened his eyes. He strangely found that he had fallen into endless darkness. There was no aura, no void, and he could not even feel the Tao. This space was extremely silent, with only the mist of chaos crushing past.
, devouring everything.
"Boom - boom!" A loud and shocking sound suddenly exploded, causing the void to tremble, the darkness to collapse, and the space to turn gray for an instant. After bursts of shaking, the sky and the earth first turned into a vast expanse of white, and then again
Colors appeared, and then wisps of essence descended from the sky, blended into the barren planets, and then evolved into birds and beasts.
Suddenly, the picture in front of him was broken, and countless fragments came together again, causing him to return to the current time and space.
"Tell me, what did you see?" The indifferent voice of the red-haired young man came to his ears, causing him to wake up from his trance.
Lin Zixuan thought for a moment, and then said: "Desolation, dilapidation, and then rebirth."
The red-haired young man nodded, with approval in his eyes, and then said: "Yes, three of the seven swords must be broken!"
His voice fell, and outside the sea of consciousness, Lin Zixuan's seven colored swords surrounded him. The red, gray, and blue swords among them clanked, as if they had received a terrifying force, causing them to suddenly shatter and turn into particles.
Light rain falls.
At this moment, the old man in gray robe in the closed space suddenly spurted out a mouthful of blood. His face was extremely pale, as if he had suffered a serious injury.
His face changed with horror, and his eyes showed fear and disbelief.
"Why did three of the seven Dao swords that I nourished with essence and blood automatically break into pieces? And why can't I see through that power?"
Then his voice turned cold, and a murderous intent emerged in his eyes, "No matter who you are? If you dare to ruin my good deeds, once I get out of trouble, you will suffer the pain of being devastated, heart-broken, and soul-crushing."
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At this moment, after the three Dao swords were broken, Lin Zixuan's three emotions of joy, anger, and worry that had been lost returned to his body. When he felt the change, the cold voice of the red-haired young man sounded in Lin Zixuan's ears again.
"If you can understand the next scene, this spiritual spell will no longer exist, and I will give you a shocking blessing."
After that, the red-haired young man pointed at Lin Zixuan's eyebrows, causing his consciousness to sink again, and then he woke up on a blue planet.
The primitive ocean is turbulent, with huge waves rolling down from the sky. The turbulent waves are endless, like the sound of thousands of troops shaking the sky.
The prehistoric giants walked and trampled on the land, leaving no grass growing in their path; the ancient ferocious beasts preyed on all living creatures unscrupulously; and even the nearly ten thousand-foot-high demonic whale leaped into the air, opening a huge mouth as big as the sky and covering a space.
Devoured by life, it then sinks leisurely to the bottom of the sea.
The natural law of the jungle is vividly displayed here. Weak creatures crouch under tall trees and tremble, while powerful orcs sit majesticly above the sky.
The terrifying monsters occasionally clash with giants over territorial ownership, but such disputes only scratch the surface. Most of the time, they enjoy the pleasure of destruction and plunder.
Until countless years passed, on one day among millions of days, the space was suddenly torn open, clouds of disaster rolled above the sky, seas of fire swept across the oceans and land, hurricanes and terrible thunder merged together, making the vibrant world become...
lifeless.
But among them, the prehistoric giant was unwilling to die. He roared and punched the sky. The ancient beast was even more vicious and its eyes were scarlet. Even if its body was covered in blood and flesh, it wanted to kill the living creatures in front of it. The ten thousand-foot-long demon whale was hidden in
Deep in the ocean, countless sharp stone thorns spread out from the ravines on the seabed, pricking it into holes and staining the ocean tide with blood.
Under natural disasters, all living beings are equal, powerful overlords are destroyed and replaced, and weak slaves survive and transform, so that the world after the disaster gradually returns to its original state.
After the former low-level slaves assumed the position of hegemony, they intensified their efforts, making the weaker creatures miserable until disaster struck again...
"Tell me what you think!" The young man in red looked at Lin Zixuan, his expression showed gentleness, but it only fleetingly passed.
Lin Zixuan looked at him, and this time he did not hesitate and said calmly.
"Giants, ferocious beasts, and magic whales are symbols of power and the kings of this world, but they ignore the order of space, destroy and plunder, causing all life to be devastated, and disasters arise, and the same goes for the slaves that followed."
"Destruction broke the balance and created the wrath of the gods and the punishment of the gods. They wanted to put everything out of order and return to harmony. But from Lin's point of view, this is just an appearance. The monks, like the overlords, seize the heaven and earth to absorb spiritual energy and act against the heavens.
, this is a calamity originating from space, inevitable and regular, and cannot be avoided by all living beings."
The red-haired young man's clothes were fluttering and there was no wind, but his eyes showed appreciation. This expression shocked both the old man and the big-headed baby, which was really rare for him.
After all, the Phantom Demon Mirror is an innate treasure, and its vision is very high. How many monks in the world can get its respect?
"Seven Jue Dao Sword, break four!" His voice fell, and the gray-robed old man in the closed space spurted out several mouthfuls of blood. His breath was immediately disordered, and even the sword energy storm disappeared.
At this moment, the four remaining colorful swords surrounding Lin Zixuan were broken one after another, and the pressure of his body suddenly disappeared. As the power and consciousness returned to his body one after another, Lin Zixuan slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air. This feeling of regaining something lost,