The first cause of all realms

Chapter 1175 Reborn Tianhai, Body of Chaos
Huhu~
The sky is nine layers high, and the wind is extremely fierce. The storm above the thirty-six layers of heaven is enough to wipe out most things in the world.

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On an island hanging high above the sky, Yang Jian stood with his hands behind his back, and the billowing spiritual energy sank into his body like giant dragons and Yangtze Rivers.

Tianhai has 36 levels, and each level is opened up by great powers, and it is formed by gathering the luck of all worlds, and it also bears the tide of most spiritual energy from all worlds.

In the Daluo Heaven, the spirit qi is almost as real, and not as violent as the outside world, and it can be absorbed by the living beings without even deliberately swallowing it.

On this isolated island, Yang Jian overlooked this seemingly boundless world.

In the world of Tianhai, there are 36 heavens and 72 earths. Daluotian is the most honored place, and it also gathers the most gods and Buddhas.

The heavenly court stands here, and the various divisions of the heavenly court, and the great gods of the various divisions, are also mostly in this world.

when!
There is a bell echoing above the sky, long and loud, and everyone who hears it is clear-eyed, as if being baptized.

This is the most precious treasure of the divine court, the morning bell, which has not sounded once in tens of millions of years in nine calamities, but now,
In the past two hundred years or so, Yang Jian has heard it hundreds of times.

And every time the bell rings, it means that a great supernatural being of the Nine Tribulations has returned from the calamity.

"The morning bell rings eight times? Who is coming back this time?"

On the island, Li Erbai was bored.

When he first entered the mythical Tianhai, he was quite excited, but now, he just feels boring.

He didn't want to be a storyteller with no audience.

but……

"The subordinate gods of the ministries return. When the morning bell rings, the righteous gods of the ministries return. The morning bell rings three times. The morning bell rings nine times to indicate the return of the master of the ministries. The eight rings..."

Yang Jian said to himself:

"Who will it be?"

During the past 200 years, he rarely left this island, but he also knew a lot about the secrets of Daluotian and Tianting.

After all, every time the morning bell strikes, someone throws a banquet, just big or small.

Daluotian, the highest place in the sky and sea.

Heavenly Court, Daluotian is the supreme ruler, and its ruler governs all realms of the universe.

The three divisions and nine divisions are where the gods of heaven are located.

Even in the year of the Nine Tribulations, those who are in charge of one part are powerful and well-known in the world.

Numerous gods and Buddhas respectfully call it the 'Nine Extreme God of War'!
"Nine Rings is the God of War at the Nine Extremes, and the Eight Rings..."

Li Eryi scratched his head, both puzzled and awed.

As a broom star, his status in the heavenly court is really not high, and his popularity is also quite poor, and he has almost no sources of information to search for.

But Nine Extremes God of War, for him, that is simply too familiar.

Nine Heavens Conquering Demon Patriarch, Doumu Yuanjun, Judiciary Tianzun, Commander of Fate...any one of them is active in legends, myths within myths.

Second only to these nine, who would it be?

"No matter who it is, it has nothing to do with us."

As Yang Jian said, he suddenly raised his eyebrows and looked up.

Li Eryi followed the prestige, but he saw the familiar Shenze Dao flowing down, and an old Taoist with a sense of immortality stepped forward with a whisk in his hand:

"The Great Heavenly Venerable summoned the Holy Lord!"

"He has returned?"

Yang Jian froze in his heart.

A hundred years ago, when Emperor Ziwei came back, because he violated the rules of heaven, he fought that Emperor Yin in the void. Not long after, he was beheaded and left behind in the mortal world.

But He, has not returned...

"True Monarch, please!"

The old man glanced at Li Eryi, with undisguised misfortune in his eyes:
"Da Tianzun summoned, Zhenjun can't take this broom star..."

"you……"

Li Er's eyes twitched, and he was about to speak, but Yang Jian interrupted:

"Lead the way!"

The old Taoist had no choice but to give up, and after slightly cupping his hands, he led the way.

The divine court is majestic and radiant.

Walking into the divine court again, Yang Jian couldn't help but feel a twitch in his heart, feeling deeply apprehensive.

With the rolling of endless spiritual energy, all kinds of gods and Buddhas have returned one after another. For more than two hundred years, Tianhai can be said to be changing every day, and Tianting is naturally one of the places with the most drastic changes.

He saw with his own eyes that this majestic divine court gradually emerged from the ruins, but he still couldn't help being surprised at this moment.

When he entered this space, he only felt his body sink, as if being pressed down by a giant mountain...

"This is?"

"Shenting, recovering, Tiantiao is being reshaped!"

The old man smiled and explained:

"More than a hundred years ago, the Great Tianzun deposed Emperor Ziwei, and also used his divine body to recast the heavenly book outside the void. Now, I am afraid that the success is imminent?"

As he spoke, there was a lot of envy in the old man's eyes.

In the more than two hundred years since the Great Heavenly Venerable came back, except for the one time when he entertained all kinds of great supernatural powers, he has never summoned many people at all during the rest of the time.

And this sage and true monarch is one of those people, and it can even be said that he is the person with the most faces in the universe, not one of them!

How could he not be envious?
"Book of Heaven?"

Yang Jian took a deep breath, suppressed the throbbing in his heart, and walked slowly into the courtyard filled with divine light behind the divine courtyard.

Outside the court of God, the islands are floating in the clouds, and above the court of God, there are all kinds of fairy palaces like a forest, which are endless at a glance.

But the courtyard here is very quiet, surrounded by divine light outside, but inside, it is simple and not like a divine courtyard.

Mountains, bamboo forests, clear springs, wooden houses, and the nine-piece Crouching Bull Stone, which is as tall as a person.

During this time, Yang Jian once again saw the middle-aged man in ordinary clothes, sitting on the Crouching Bull Rock by the river.

As before, no matter how he sees and remembers, he can't see clearly at all, and he can't remember his facial features and face.

"sit."

The middle-aged man spoke calmly, and Yang Jian sat down involuntarily.

This middle-aged man who couldn't see his face had a way of speaking that he couldn't understand, and any sentence seemed to be sure to become a reality.

Every time he faced him directly, Yang Jian felt that his body and soul were trembling, even if there was endless anger and killing intent, it would only turn into shock and fear.

This is not because of his lack of mental state cultivation, but because the fundamental gap between the two has reached an unimaginable level.

Just like a mortal looking up at the starry sky, he only feels the infinity, depth and vastness, but he can't help but feel that he is infinitely small...

"Qingyuan Miaodao is one of the seven yuan and seven great extremes. If you don't take this path, it will be difficult to prove the justice."

The middle-aged man seemed to glance at Yang Jian, and seemed to be carelessly feeding the fish:

"If you are not enlightened, everything is empty, and everything you do is meaningless..."

"This is not my way!"

Yang Jian responded coldly.

Every time he sees this supreme being in front of him, he always trembles unspeakably, but it adds countless complications.

Because, only here can he feel the aura of his father...

"The road never belongs to anyone, even the one who opened the road, as long as he opens the road, everyone can walk and everyone can achieve."

The middle-aged man threw down the bait, and in the creek, all kinds of golden and red fishes rushed to fight:
"You are my son in this world, you don't have to compete with anyone, and you don't have to make way for anyone. The Holy Spirit has always been prepared for you..."

Yang Jian's breath was stagnant, he couldn't refute at all, but he still gritted his teeth: "I said, this is not my way!
I will never block my brother's way! "

"Then you, the only way to go is the island of trapped death."

Middle-aged people have no sorrow or joy, and even most of their minds are not here:

"Have you considered?"

Yang Jian was silent.

In the past 200 years, he has rejected many times, whether it is from the person in front of him or from other people, he has not taken a step.

It's just to practice the martial arts taught by my elder brother to the fourth step of immortality, a realm of ever-changing changes.

But it seems that martial arts has come to an end so far, and he has not been able to advance an inch for a long time.

Why doesn't he want to go one step further, but...

"If I follow the path He pointed out, how can I be worthy of my brother..."

Yang Jian struggled in his heart.

He was even more afraid that if he accepted the person in front of him, his father, he would never return.

"He no longer exists."

The middle-aged man seemed to know what Yang Jian was thinking, but he took a deep look at him:
"He is one of the thousands of gods I reincarnated in this calamity. When I return, he has dissipated and will never return."

"what!"

Yang Jian felt his heart was burning hot, and he couldn't bear it anymore. He wanted to rush to kill, but he couldn't even stand up.

Facing that calm gaze, the anger in his heart disappeared without a trace once again.

Angry but unable to vent, sad but unable to fight back, Yang Jian felt as if he was about to go mad, his temples throbbed:
"One day, one day..."

"You, you can go to the lower bound."

The middle-aged man just said a word, and Yang Jian got up involuntarily, and before he even had time to say goodbye to anyone, he fell headfirst into the sea of ​​clouds.

From the big Luotian, fell to the earth.

"You, you are too kind to him..."

Under the empty void, there seems to be a shadow flashing past, with surprise and doubt:
"You, could it be that you were really affected by your reincarnation?"

Before the words fell, the shadow was frightened by himself, and immediately felt impossible.

The supreme being in front of him is a real close-knit person, born without any emotions of joy and anger, as ruthless as the sky, how can human emotions affect it?
Not to mention, at the time of the Nine Tribulations, there were more than billions of bodies and spirits, how could it be affected by one of them?

The middle-aged man said nothing, just pressed his heart:
"Perhaps, I really haven't done my best..."

"How, how is this possible?"

Subconsciously asked, unexpectedly got a response, the shadow seemed to be greatly frightened, violently trembling and twisting:

"Is there a difference in reincarnation? Or, who is planning..."

"Maybe, both."

The middle-aged man is still neither sad nor happy. He feels the emotions surging in his heart, which are so weak that they can be easily extinguished, but he allows them to surge:

"Taiyi, there is a guest here, welcome the hundred years on my behalf..."

"Ok?"

The shadow seemed to be aware of it, and he suddenly raised his head, his gaze seemed to travel through time and space.

But it can be seen that there is a strange and dark place, and the breath of endless years is rolling and surging in it.

Faintly, it seems that a Bagua Dan furnace is burning fiercely, and there seems to be a Taoist sitting with his back facing him, gently shaking his cattail fan.

"Him?"

Known as Taiyi, a shadow like nothingness, seeing this scene can't help but shake my heart.

However, this is just the beginning...

In the depths of nothingness intertwined with the breath of time, in some time and space, he saw a holy mountain towering up to the sky, so big that it was infinite...

Seeing the gathering of Qingyun, the indescribable god slowly emerged, as if hearing the sound of Zen, and as if someone was preaching the Taoist scriptures...

What's more, I heard the clank sound like gold and iron colliding.

"The great Tianzun has not yet attained enlightenment?"

In the nothingness, there seems to be a voice flowing from the end of the years, as if there is a supreme being coming across the long river of time and space:

"Or, if people are outside the Tao, they don't need to become Tao?"

"Or is it too early?"

"Not at all..."

The middle-aged man slowly raised his hand, and the endless years rippled away like ripples.

Reality and illusion, existence and death...

The endless grotesques were pierced and flattened by the palm, and the chaotic space-time was straightened out.

At this moment, the sky and the sea are moving, and there seems to be a cold wind blowing.

In the void outside the boundary, the giant Qiangang ship slowly stopped, and Heiheizi and others used their magical powers to glimpse the scenery inside the boundary.

Before they could marvel in their hearts, an incredible scene happened.

In the world, the scenes that were originally not slow or urgent, at this moment, are extremely natural, but extremely violent, and speed up!

The years have been moved by someone!

And the source of all this...

Outside a void, Di Ting suddenly tilted his ears, and heard the divine voice echoing, a chill surged in his heart:
"Not too early, not too late, just in time!"

……

……

In the endless wilderness, there is a mountain forest.

Here the ancient forests are lush, the dangerous peaks stand tall, the miasma is pervasive, and sometimes there are giant roars echoing, as if there are endless monsters lingering in it, so there are few people in this place.

"arrive!"

Suddenly, a cloud fell from a high place into the miasma, and a voice came from it.

"Master, next time you always throw me down, can you let me know in advance?"

Amidst the miasma, on a barren mountain, a man as majestic as a bear complained loudly.

"Hey?"

An old Taoist in a gray Taoist robe with a shriveled face poked his head out from the clouds, holding a compass in his hand, and murmured:
"It shouldn't be, how can there be nothing in the place guided by the destiny compass? Could it be that the thing has become fine?"

With one thought in mind, the old man hurriedly jumped off the cloud and landed on the barren hill. He looked around and fiddled with the compass:

"That's not right! I'm afraid there are still hundreds of thousands of miles away from Jilei Mountain. How could the destiny compass fail?"

"Master!"

The big man stepped forward and looked with his head:
"You let me see?"

"You know shit!"

The old man glared at him, then turned to look at the miasma-shrouded mountains, frowning tightly:

"The stone embryo buried by the patriarch in the past has long since lost its spirituality, can it still escape by itself?"

"Then who can tell?"

The big man muttered, looked left and right for a long time, and suddenly exclaimed:
"Master, you, look at your feet!"

"what?!"

The old man lowered his head subconsciously, and was immediately taken aback.

This barren mountain is surrounded by miasma and overgrown with weeds, but through the weeds, one can faintly detect a touch of purple.

The color that seems to exist and does not exist, like purple or gold, is constantly wandering on the mountain, from faint to bright,
The vibration also ranged from subtle to severe!
"Could it be that what the Patriarch buried was a mountain?!"

The old Taoist was overjoyed, but the big man was so frightened that his hairs stood on end, and his voice became sharp:

"Explode, it's about to explode!"

　Good night everyone...

　
(End of this chapter)