The water flowing on the stone table of the young man Hongjun looked at the filled cup, and his eyes seemed to see the ever-growing ancient world.
“The cup is limited, so when it is full, it will overflow.
For this pure water, it cannot survive in this cup. It can only flow among the outside world, and it will dry up quickly.
This is the calamity of Qingshui.
But what happens if the cup is full and the cup does not overflow?"
As he finished speaking, young Hongjun saw water falling into the cup again from the crane's mouth pot.
The cup was obviously full, but the water did not overflow at all. Instead, it kept squeezing inwards.
Click!
Within a moment, young Hongjun saw a crack on the surface of the wooden round cup.
The crack was shocking, as if a crack appeared on the surface of this ancient world at this moment.
Click, click...
As the water continued to be poured in, more and more cracks appeared on the wooden round cup, like a dense spider web, spreading in all directions.
Young Hongjun deliberately wanted to shout stop.
But when the words fell to his lips, he stopped deeply.
He wants to see it.
Although, I have already vaguely guessed the result in my heart.
But he wanted to see it.
I want to see the result of continuously squeezing the water in the cup.
Poof!
Soon, with a loud clicking sound, tiny water columns overflowed from the shocking cracks in the wooden round cup.
But the cup at this moment can no longer hold water.
Therefore, even if the crane-billed pot has stopped irrigating, the water in the cup will continue to leak out as time goes by.
Until the last drop flows in.
"This is also a calamity. It belongs to clear water and a cup."
Seeing this scene, young Hongjun's mind roared, but at this moment, Ji Yi's words slowly rose again.
"A cup has a limit to what it can hold. This ancient world also has a limit. What should we do if we want the cup not to break?"
"When the cup breaks, pour out the excess water."
Young Hongjun looked at Lin Yi tentatively and said.
"Is this the calamity that fellow Daoist Lin mentioned?"
Lin Yi did not answer, but quietly looked at the young Hongjun who was frowning in deep thought.
"Just as this water is the creature in the cup, we who grew up in the primitive world are the creatures between this primitive world and the earth.
The heaven and earth have reached the limit of their capacity. In order not to be shattered and in order to preserve more living beings, a group of living beings will inevitably perish.
Therefore, it has become a calamity, and as time goes by, the number of calamities continues to accumulate until it can no longer be alleviated and restored, and it will become an infinite calamity."
As he finished speaking, young Hongjun's mind was still roaring.
At this moment, ripples seemed to appear in the entire valley, as if this vast world was also feeling it.
Lin Yi felt these ripples keenly, so he nodded, and the lush branches swayed accordingly.
"good."
"But is there really a limit to the ancient world?"
Looking at the broken wooden round cup and the hideous cracks, the young man Hongjun took a deep breath and spoke slowly.
"Does this water know that this cup has a limit?"
Lin Yi looked at the pensive young man Hongjun and asked without answering.
"Fellow Daoist Jun, what do you think?"
Hearing this, young Hongjun slowly closed his eyes.
In his mind, the mountains, rivers, and the creatures growing between the mountains and rivers also appeared.
I also saw that when the limit of heaven and earth was reached, wisps of black aura of calamity emerged from the originally vibrant world.
This calamity aura was invisible at first, but when it gradually became stronger, the creatures living in the world turned into a rain of blood in the calamity aura.
again and again.
Until the heaven and earth could no longer hold it, so it shattered and dissipated into chaos.
"have."
After a long while, the young man Hongjun slowly spoke.
"You are limited, I am limited, and this ancient world is also limited."
"Finally woke up."
Looking at the young man Hongjun who opened his eyes, Lin Yi slowly breathed a sigh of relief.
Someone in the past life often said that as soon as you open or close your eyes, your whole life will pass.
But from the time young Hongjun opened his eyes to the time he closed them, tens of thousands of years passed by like this.
Feeling the growth of cultivation in his body, Lin Yi was very pleased.
Although this pretty boy is a little innocent and pale, his understanding is really good. It seems that I have to rely on him for my transformation.
"I dare to ask Fellow Daoist Lin, how to resolve this calamity of heaven and earth?"
Young Hongjun didn't know what Lin Yi was thinking at this time, but he humbly asked for advice.
At the moment when the world in his mind was born and destroyed, the young Hongjun also felt that the originally obscure laws of the Tao on the jade plate of creation in his body were constantly resonating with him.
Seems to be looking for answers.
A transcendent answer.
"A seed breaks out of the ground in the darkness and chaos. It goes through all kinds of hardships to be born between heaven and earth. It absorbs the power of heaven and earth and thrives.
However, its end will eventually come, and when that time comes, dust will return to dust, and dust will return to dust.
This is due to the age of the seeds.
Everything in this world, whether it is a grass, a flower, a tree, or even you and me.
Every living thing in this world also has a limit.
This is the law, the law for the growth of all things, and the law of heaven and earth..."
The young man Hongjun did not speak, but waited quietly. He could feel that Ji Yi's words were not finished yet.
"If you want to live towards death, you have to break the laws between heaven and earth, so you have practice, like you and me at this moment.
If this ancient world wants to last forever, it needs to break the laws of heaven and earth.
As for how to break it, I couldn't tell for a while, so I didn't choose to transform, but lived in seclusion in this valley."
Speaking of this, Lin Yi sighed slowly.
As a result, the lush branches were helpless and hung down one after another.
Speaking of which, Ji Yi believed that this pretty boy would never talk to him about whether to transform or not.
Let’s talk again, let’s talk again, but the master is unwilling to leave.
"To be honest, Jun got something during his travels. From this thing, Jun understood the way forward.
This realm, I call it the realm of golden immortals. Gold is eternal and cannot be destroyed except by disaster."
With that said, young Hongjun taught Lin Yi the Golden Immortal Way that he had understood.
"Jun can feel that this road is just the beginning. On this road, there may be a higher realm..."
"Is it about to become a golden immortal?"
Listening to young Hongjun's words, Lin Yi felt horrified, then regretful.
It's a pity that the pretty boy was so talented that he turned into ashes in the disaster, without any hope of becoming a saint.
After young Hongjun finished explaining the Golden Immortal Way, Lin Yi felt more and more sorry for him, and subconsciously spoke.
"Golden Immortal? The Golden Immortal in your mouth is just a little Taoist, not worthy of mentioning."
As soon as he finished speaking, Ji Yi secretly screamed in his heart.
Sure enough, I heard young Hongjun look over with a shocked expression and say.
"Golden Immortals are all small ways, so what is the big way? Is it the way of heaven and earth that fellow Taoists have learned before?"
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(A different prehistoric period, a different future, new book, please nourish and irrigate, okay＾3＾)