Zongman: Is this how it’s sewn?

Like a giant wheel rolling by, Xu Zhenqing did not stop, stepping on the rippling river of time, walking barefoot on the sand of time. Time, which was sharp enough to make the Immortal King afraid, was really like sand under his feet.

Over the long years, the world has changed dramatically, and races have risen and fallen. He is isolated from the world, and even though he is detached from it, doesn't he feel an indescribable loneliness?
Xu Zhenqing would sometimes sit cross-legged in a corner of time, and scriptures would appear and linger around him, spreading out instantly, making the heaven and earth dry up and then come back to life, over and over again.

A few years later, he got up and entered a ruined universe, where he discovered an extremely special terrain that could threaten him at the quasi-immortal emperor level.

This ruined land is consistent with the terrain that appeared on the stone jar, and it is the source!
He went deep into the deepest part of the earth, analyzing everything along the way, and actually broke into the passage to the ancient underworld!
A road to the underworld was opened up by later generations. For example, Emperor Huang Tian once dug the ancient underworld with his own hands, but could not find the end. In the end, he opened up a section himself.

In addition, strange creatures once occupied part of the ancient underworld road, which connected to the plateau.

In fact, no one can explain what the oldest underworld is. Some people say that it is a natural interpretation of heaven and earth, connecting to heaven, the world of the living, the universe, and all the worlds, mysterious and unpredictable.

"It's definitely this abandoned road." Xu Zhenqing illuminated the darkness, saw the densely packed passages, and made a judgment.

This road is unexpectedly desolate, even the road leading to other places is the same, the texture is blurred, and many areas are even completely destroyed, having been abandoned long ago.

Xu Zhenqing walked down slowly and patiently, without making too many movements. He just walked in the ruins, comprehending the various laws of the era in which he was buried.

This is the reason why the strange tribe is getting stronger and stronger, gradually accumulating, and eternity is like a moment. If it continues like this, will it be possible for it to become weaker?

Perhaps during the "spring plowing" period, anyone who dares to trample on the "green seedlings" that have just broken through the soil will be severely punished or even wiped out.

But now the boundary sea is already full of fruits, just like the midsummer, with the wind as sharp as a knife approaching step by step as the autumn harvest season approaches. The grand sacrifice does not require mortals, but only powerful monks.

As the ancestor of the weird in his previous life, he knew very well that these were superstructures, just the tip of the iceberg floating on the sea, and the foundation of the heavens was still mortals.

Unknowingly, he arrived at the end of chaos. Wherever Xu Zhenqing passed, all things were born and died. As his thoughts rose and fell, the universe rose and fell.

Xu Zhenqing restrained his aura, his eyes were calm. For the next tens of thousands of years, he was in the chaos, deducing his future path, exploring the chaos, and constantly perfecting his own path.

His cultivation became more profound day by day, and his strength became stronger and stronger.

The Taoist Ancestor is a pioneer with far-reaching intentions and profound cultivation, which is enough to establish a sect. Most creatures follow the steps and find their way to this field, so they can barely be called Taoist Ancestors.

In the early days, the title of Daozu mostly referred to the pioneer and founder of a system, and their strength was extremely powerful, far exceeding that of the Immortal King.

Later, as more and more creatures followed the ancient methods and the path of their predecessors to reach this level, they were given the title of Quasi-Immortal Emperor.

Evolvers of this level are really not far from becoming Immortal Emperors. When they carry forward this system and push it to the end, they will become the end of the road!
Normally, the one who reaches the end of the road is invincible and is revered as the Immortal Emperor.

His eyes grew brighter and brighter, as if there was a fire burning in his heart, shining through his eyes and threatening to burn the entire heavens.

"Sooner or later, I will have to fight my way into the Land of Evil. This realm requires time to accumulate, so I will use the outer heavens as my fields."

Xu Zhenqing sat high up in the Jieying Ancient Hall. In the depths of the hall, a bronze lamp flickered with imperial fire, shining between his eyebrows. The vertical line on his forehead was like a cracked immortal mark, shining brightly.

Outside the hall, the waves surged, their roar like a bell, then suddenly fell silent. Suddenly, a bustling scene emerged from his memory. He tapped the Taoist weapon lying across his knees with his fingers. A celestial light suddenly appeared, like a peaceful melody. This fierce weapon, once drenched in the blood of the Supreme, now reflected a mottled image.

In his first life, he was a fish that drowned in the lake. He was picked up by Gaia and casually thrown into this world. His life and death were in the hands of others and he had no control over it.

In his second life, he knelt in front of a small sect and kowtowed three thousand times in exchange for half a volume of the Wheel Sea Chapter of the "Yellow Spring Sutra". He embarked on the path of Taoism, missed the Nine Dragons Pulling Coffin, but rose in the Dharma Ending Age. He became a disciple of the Yanhuang Lao Shi, took on all the luck, dug graves, and refined the Soul Banner.

It means falling into the reincarnation path of the underworld, being infected by the weirdness, but being devoured all the way, turning into the ancestor, and finally devouring the other nine ancestors, offering a great sacrifice to the heavens, becoming a sick person, and with a clear mind, giving away everything and starting over again.

“Crack.”

Xu Zhenqing broke off a charred branch and threw it into the imperial fire. Sparks flew, revealing the scene of the third life.

At that time, he had just dealt with the small sacrifice and was standing on the top of the pile of corpses, drenched in black rain. The immortal kings who were kneeling at his feet shouted "Emperor of Heaven".

He stared blankly at the struggling soul in his palm. The soul was tainted with the aura of another world and was clearly the mortal who drowned that year.

"The reincarnation chain can bind all spirits, but it cannot bind my true self." Xu Zhenqing crossed the sword with his fingers, and the blood beads rolled down and turned into golden rain all over the sky.

Every drop of rain was his "transformed self" that he cut down. There were crazy monks seeking the truth and ascetic monks who were compassionate and wanted to save the world. At this moment, they were all screaming and melting in the imperial fire.

Suddenly, there was a loud thunder outside the palace. It was the thunder pool left by Emperor Huang Tian that was roaring.

Xu Zhenqing chuckled and stood up, his robe moving without wind, revealing a chaotic light source beating at his heart.

Three marks were floating in the light: a fish, a half-burned copy of the Yellow Springs Sutra, and a portal to eternal life.

The fish picked up the scripture, jumped with all its might, passed the gate, and finally escaped from the pond. It came to the vast ocean, which was vast and boundless. From then on, the fish could jump as far as it wanted.

"The heavens are the sea, and my true self is the fish swimming upstream." He raised his hand, creating a shadowy form. The flying stone chips condensed into eight Dao seals in mid-air. "I do not seek the eternal Dao, but only to verify my present self."

The branches of the Dark Willow God suddenly straightened. Her fellow Taoist was sometimes even more terrifying than the weird ancestor. He had been reincarnated many times and was a madman who treated billions of reincarnations as whetstones.

When all the powerful people in the world were chasing the so-called eternal path, this person had already refined the word "I" into a sword that could cut through the ages.

Xu Zhenqing stood up, sometimes singing about long sorrow, sometimes about long joy, and now singing about loneliness: "The emperor's fire burns the three thousand worlds in the sky, and it cannot illuminate all the debris of reincarnation."

"When the mountain stops and the river flows, the fish in the water holds the scroll, and the broken pages knock on the door, all become snow in my heart."

"The waves of heaven surge, and the fish and dragons perish, while I alone follow the cold current and chew the ice moon."

"The sound of sharpening swords has never ceased, a pool of stars, a gust of wind, forging my edge into an iron sword."

(End of this chapter)