Curator of the heavens

Chapter 145 White River
In Xia Sheng's eyes, the blue star became smaller and smaller, and Venus and Mars also appeared in the field of vision, followed by Mercury, Jupiter, the sun, Saturn, Uranus, and Neptune.

This is not over yet, everything is still shrinking, and the entire solar system is contained in a transparent container.

No!This is not a container, this is an eyeball, and the eyeball belongs to a pale yellow butterfly!
As if this state will continue forever, the butterfly also shrinks, and it rests on the "arm" of a scarecrow wearing a hat.

The scarecrow is placed in an endless wheat field.

Everything continued to shrink, and a pen appeared to smear the sky. After shrinking to a certain extent, I realized that the wheat field, the butterfly, and the world in the eyes of the butterfly were just a painting!

In the painting, golden wheat waves rise and fall, and butterflies rest in the hands of a female scarecrow wearing a yellow straw hat and a black and red floral plaid shirt.

A harvest scene.

Outside the painting, a pair of slender but powerful hands are drawing with a paintbrush.

The picture zoomed out, and finally, Xia Sheng saw the panorama, here is a wheat field, there are scarecrows erected one after another on the field, and yellow pink butterflies are flying above the wild flowers in the field.

A canvas was fixed on the drawing board, and a short-haired man in white floral casual clothes was seriously painting.

As if aware of Xia Sheng's spying, he turned his head.

……

Within the mist, Xia Sheng's incarnation, and outside the mist, Xia Sheng's true form were both shocked. This was too weird!

Whether it's just being stared at by so many eyes, or that weird world is a painting, or—— it's the faceless man in front of him.

Yes, after the short-haired man turned around, Xia Sheng knew that the man was looking at him, but he had no eyes and other four sense organs, no eyebrows and beard, and his entire face was flat and smooth.

Xia Sheng read the astonishment from his "expression", as if he hadn't thought of it himself.

Then the cheeks squirmed, and a common-looking public face was drawn.

"Don't you want to chat?" Xia Sheng heard such a voice.

He "speaks" alone, and countless people speak neatly together, so that Xia Sheng can no longer tell whether it is a male voice or a female voice, but this is not important, because gender changes.

"Okay." This was Xia Sheng's answer.

The main body directly turned into clouds and smoke, and instantly entered the avatar in the mist, and the position change was completed in the blink of an eye.

Xia Sheng walked towards the faceless man quite casually.

Stepping on the void node, one step, two steps, three steps, the next moment, Xia Sheng disappeared into the void and appeared surrounded by a wheat field.

Xia Sheng was not in a hurry to say hello, and approached a wheat with full ears. He was so close that he seemed to be able to hear the heartbeat of the wheat.

- Perhaps the "seems" needs to be removed.

The wind blew up the wheat waves, and all the rustling, spread to Xia Sheng's heart, like the despair of countless creatures.

Xia Sheng saw a picture. After the endless brilliance, the worlds were shattered one by one, and the creatures in them were annihilated without any induction at all.

After that, there is endless darkness, which is exactly the same as the paintings Xia Sheng wove with the loom.

It's just that there is a follow-up here. In the darkness where there is no darkness, a little something defined as "light" slowly appears. They have some strong interference capabilities. Xia Sheng can only estimate that there are hundreds of light points in total.Some spots of light keep shining, while others are fleeting.

Afterwards, Xia Sheng saw a bright spot of light illuminating the ruins. There was nothing in the ruins, and a figure made of light was projected into the ruins. He seemed to be feeling something.

In the end, with a sigh, it turned into flowing fireflies flying all over the sky, each of which grasped a spot of light that was so weak that it was about to go out, and then scattered in all directions.

As the screen turned, one of the Liuying suddenly completely extinguished its light, and the darkness surged. This "Liuying", after the death of the broken era, turned into a world, a world full of hope.

With the natural movement of heaven and earth, this world began to grow. Unfortunately, in the era of disintegration, time and space do not exist. The creation of this world requires a big Luo to successfully exist.

But this world has been like a beacon of light in its destruction. Countless other Da Luo have been attracted to it, making this world a temporary refuge.

Later, those big Luos went to find other resurrection methods. In order to thank the world for their protection during their most vulnerable period, everyone provided a little help and successfully resurrected the dead big Luo—of course, this resurrection refers to the resurrection with them. same state.

That big Luo is the painter.

While Xia Sheng was observing and listening to the wheat field, the painter Da Luo also looked at Xia Sheng quietly, until Xia Sheng received the information, with a thoughtful expression on his face, he spoke.

"Should I call you the savior of the world, or something else?" His voice was still strange.

Xia Sheng blinked: "Shouldn't you introduce yourself before asking someone's name?"

The young man's face was calm, with a smile on the corner of his mouth: "Oh, that's me being abrupt, as you can see, I'm a big Luo from the time of the destruction, you can call me Baihe."

"Xia Sheng."

"Fellow Daoist Xia Sheng, the brilliance of saving the world in you is already comparable to that of Empress Dowager." Bai He didn't seem to care about Xia Sheng's concise answer, but brought up saving the world again.

Houtu Empress?To be able to honor a great Luo, he must not be the Earth Mother of the prehistoric projection world. Following his words, Xia Sheng said: "How can I compare to his transcendent existence?"

The smile on the corner of the young man's mouth grew wider, and he even blinked like Xia Sheng did just now: "It seems that Fellow Daoist is a lone traveler, a lone traveler who can save the ruined world."

"You guessed right." Xia Sheng said so. In fact, he frantically thought about what went wrong with him, and it was directly guessed that it was about Empress Houtu?

As if seeing his doubts, Bai He explained with a smile: "Goddess Houtu is the God of Destruction, how can she be more glorious than you in saving the world?"

Xia Sheng: "..." Are you kidding me, are you missing messages?He really doesn't know anything about the real Houtu. After all, every world has a great reincarnation, and it is impossible to create the "six reincarnations" alone, so he really doesn't know which one is the essence.

Bai He continued: "Hou Tu Niang Niang went to my world, and she opened up a small reincarnation back then."

"??" Xia Sheng felt that he had been slapped in the face.

Continue to listen: "This reincarnation is a key to restart the world. When the world is basically unable to make ends meet in the big reincarnation, a new era can be reopened through the small reincarnation."

"So many worlds call him the God of Reincarnation."

"So, His essence is to destroy to open up things. If I don't know the specific situation, you can confirm that I am not from the original world, nor is it resurrected from the era of destruction, right." Xia Sheng continued the youth's words and added.

"Extremely! I received a letter from a Taoist friend who thought he had sheltered me. He told me that there was a chance recently that I could get out of the situation of being trapped in the ruined era. That's why I made such a painting, which caused Blue Star Regardless of the resonance in that era, sure enough, I have waited for you." The young man explained.

"But I don't know how to save it." Xia Sheng felt that he should tell the truth.

The young man looked indifferent: "You don't need to know, just continue to follow the previous method. I believe that sooner or later, I will be rescued like my friend."

The young man is very open-minded and seems to believe Xia Sheng's words.

Xia Sheng heard Bai He mentioning his friends again, and simply asked: "May I ask, who is your friend?"

"You finally asked, the savior of the world. I mentioned him on purpose because he wanted to thank you, but he was in a special situation and couldn't speak in person at the moment." The young man had put down his brush and walked to Xia Sheng's side.

"My friend, you should have seen, or seen his legacy, and also been to his world, and saved his world."

Xia Sheng thought about it, turned his thoughts around, and was a little unsure about this issue. The worlds he has been to have broken the upper limit of most earth immortals, Zhu Xian and heavenly immortals, and the other worlds are all ordinary worlds. look.

As for the prehistoric projection world?In fact, it is just a combination of some world fragments. Before it is shattered, it is not a world at all, but many worlds.

After guessing and guessing, Xia Sheng still has no answer: "I have been to many worlds. Since I want to thank you, let's just say who he is."

Bai He rubbed his face, made a wry smile, and his voice became self-deprecating: "I, a person living in the past, can't even pronounce his name. Da Luo's name is powerful. Here, as soon as I read a word, Guixu will overtake me, and once I catch up, I will be completely finished."

Xia Sheng was really speechless this time. There were two types of people he hated the most in his life, one was those who spoke only half the words.

"So, I can understand that you don't know?"

Bai He nodded honestly: "Yes."

The answer was also very straightforward.

"Then what's the use of him entrusting it to you?" Xia Sheng thinks you are both sick, or does Da Luo not understand?
"It's useful. I'll mention it first to give you a deeper impression. When you get out of here, you will naturally know his name. He cut off all ties with this era and started over. This is something that the glory of Daluo cannot spread to him. The location, even if I told you how to avoid Guixu, you couldn't hear it." Bai He's smile turned into a bitter smile.

Xia Sheng believed it in his heart, but he didn't believe it on the surface: "Then can you tell me?" What he didn't believe was that with the blessing of the library, he couldn't remember it?

Bai He thought about it first, and then said: "It seems that you have your own methods, Fellow Daoist. If that's the case, I'll make an exception and try."

Bai He looked at the wheat field, picked through it, took a grain of wheat from one plant, and threw it to Xia Sheng.

Xia Sheng grabbed it, thought of the previous judgment, and asked, "Are you sure?"

"Sure, this is my way."

"Then you're not worried about him?"

"Worry. But you are the god of life, sending him back, it couldn't be easier."

Speaking of which, Xia Sheng was not hypocritical, and directly put the wheat grains in his mouth to chew.

　As conscientious as I am, business trips are still 3000+ (loudly asking for tickets)
　　
　
(End of this chapter)