Am I the only one who didn't ascend?

Wang Luo's curiosity soon melted away in a strong sense of immersion... as if he was involved in a torrent of thoughts, and any form of consciousness was gradually lost in the torrent.

Then, the picture in Wang Luo's mind gradually became colored with the color of a torrent. It was a majestic white gold color that could make anyone think of the color of a holy and tall person for the first time.

And in the light of platinum, the refreshing fairy songs flow out. The songs outline a rushing river in the background of platinum. The water in the river is sparkling, and the outline of the water flow is also dyed with a golden luster.

On the river, Wang Luo drifted with the current, his consciousness was soaked by the river water, countless immortal magic powers passed by his eyes, and he whispered in his ears... That was enough to make any mortal cultivator go crazy. The highest principle, as long as you absorb a little bit, you can turn decay into magic and achieve a leap on the road to immortality.

But Wang Luo's mind was lost as the river flowed. Although the immortal magic lingering around him was light and joyful, it could not be heard. The supreme classics were open in front of his eyes, but he turned a blind eye.

Until a thick voice fell from the sky.

"Wake up."

In an instant, the rushing river, the broken gold on the water, the melodious fairy songs... all stopped abruptly, and Wang Luo was able to wake up from the river.

Then he saw a face exactly like his own - the face that belonged to the Lord of Heaven.

But if you look closely, you will see that it is different from yourself in many ways. It is more mature and tired... and at the same time, it is more ethereal, like a spring of water without a source.

It was also at this time that Wang Luo realized more clearly that the Lord of Heaven was already a dying man whose time was short... But before, he had always behaved with ease and ease, and could not see the signs of death at all.

It should be said that he deserves to be himself?

"Oh, stop thinking and get down to business." The Lord of Heaven could naturally see the other person's thoughts, smiled, and explained, "How do you feel here?"

Wang Luo looked around and said frankly: "They are both local and wealthy."

"Haha, the evaluation is accurate!" The Lord of Heaven seemed to have the same feeling. After nodding vigorously, he said, "As you can see, this is the illusion of the beginning, and under your feet is the entrance to the illusion, the Sun River."

Wang Luo couldn't help but be startled when he heard this: "Taichu, Taiyang...you caught the senior sister's invention and ate it up."

The Lord of the Heavenly Court laughed and didn't take it seriously: "She herself copied other people's works...and since I even copied the Tianzun, how could I not copy the Taixu Illusionary Realm? The Taixu contained the Tianzun's remnant soul, and this plan was a matter of seconds. It is better than thousands of immortal ways. If you don’t copy them, you will be sorry for those immortal ways that have been trampled under your feet.”

After a pause, the Lord of the Heavenly Court said again: "It is a pity that the Heavenly Court has exhausted the power of Jingzhou and can barely fabricate a prototype of the Heavenly Lord. It is really unable to completely copy the illusory realm of the Immortal Alliance. That kind of condensed and integrated fusion of billions of living things. No immortal can imitate the vast formation of God. Or perhaps it is precisely because we are immortals that we cannot be as colorful as mortals. ’, but he is just rustic and arrogant.”

Wang Luo recalled his feelings when he was immersed in the river, and if he had some enlightenment, he said: "When I wandered away from the gods and traveled to Taixu, I crossed the Taiyin River and could feel the thousands of different scenery on the river. The Taixu travelers on each road were like colorful paints. Each leaves a color in the illusion..."

"This is a good analogy. The Taixu Walkers of the Immortal Alliance leave five colors behind when they walk, and the superposition of thousands of five colors becomes the Taiyin of the night. And everyone's footsteps in the heaven are shining and flawless, no matter how many times they are superimposed, It will only become more and more magnificent... Of course, now that Jingzhou is in decline, there are actually not many immortals who can come here to join in the footsteps. Even if you count the immortal servants and beasts in their respective caves, the number is not as many as the Immortal Alliance Baiyi, so it is inevitable that it will be relatively monotonous. What’s more, the nutrient that constitutes Taichu’s illusion is the devout faith of the heavenly beings in the Heavenly Lord, which makes it even more refined.”

With that said, the Lord of Heaven landed on the river, and his white boots left slight ripples on the river. From the ripples flowed a high and sincere song of praise to the Immortal Ancestor that was very different from that of the singing girl on the river.

"Look, even if there is a slight disturbance, it will only be these kinds of things." The Lord of Heaven said, "Unlike the Immortal Alliance, which can allow billions of people to take the initiative to take Lishensan, they are in a world that is too illusory. The immortals in heaven are not so easy to mobilize, so I did not collect all their desires, but only the parts related to faith. Anyway, I didn't intend to copy Taixu Fantasy Realm, as long as I could create one that was enough. A container to contain the consciousness of the Heavenly Lord is enough. Although the faith of an immortal is simple and rich, there is no doubt that it is of high quality and quantity. Pill. Of course, I know that there are hundreds of millions of Golden Pill Walkers in Taixu Illusion, but there are also immortal servants and spiritual beasts in heaven. On average, it only takes one person to defeat a hundred immortal allies. "

Wang Luo nodded, and then asked: "So, where is Tianzun?"

"It's still in front." The Lord of Heaven said, "It's very far in front. From the entrance of Sun River, you have to wander for at least a few more days before you can see the true face of Tianzun."

"So far?" Wang Luo couldn't help but be surprised, and then he realized, "Are you afraid that he will affect other people?"

"Yes. I have already told you the consequences of facing the Heavenly Venerable. The deaths of those overly curious young people were beyond imagination, and even their families were implicated. For such a dangerous pollutant, it is natural to seal it as deep as possible... and only in the deepest dream can the Heavenly Venerable not wake up."

Wang Luo immediately praised: "Trap the Heavenly Venerable in a dream? Good idea!"

"It is also copied from Senior Sister, of course it is good." The Lord of Heaven said, "The Taixu Heavenly Venerable of the Immortal Alliance also lives in a dream. However, I don't know what Senior Sister has designed for the Heavenly Venerable himself. 's dream. She used the illusion to contain the Heavenly Venerable, and the time was more than twice as long as mine. Moreover, she relied on billions of mortal spirits to build the illusion. She could actually make the sincerity that opened up the immortal path and was equivalent to the immortal law be intoxicated and believe it without a doubt... This creative ability is really admirable. "

After sighing, the Lord of Heaven said: "Fortunately, there is a more clever way to build dreams here. In terms of the restraint on the Heavenly Venerable, it is at least ten times better than the Immortal Alliance... Well, it's almost time to start, please watch, the dream of the Heavenly Venerable."

As the Lord of Heaven finished speaking, Wang Luo was surprised to find that the "riverside scenery" had changed.

As if in the blink of an eye, the empty riverside scenery appeared with undulating outlines, which were continuous mountains, with lush vegetation and fragrant soil.

In the blink of an eye, the platinum river under his feet had unconsciously retracted its brilliance and turned into an ordinary river. While rolling up the mud at the bottom of the river to make the water slightly turbid, it flowed along the winding river road in front.

Before Wang Luo could carefully observe the scenery on the river bank, he heard a deafening roar suddenly exploded in the forest, startling the birds in the forest.

Looking up, he saw that the startled birds were all in the appearance of prehistoric myths, some with horns on their heads, some with green feathers on one foot, and some with human facial features and ferocious eyebrows... all kinds of strange and different.

These rare and exotic animals had just taken off for a while, and they were fixed in the air by invisible forces, dissolved, and turned into a pile of miserable blood mist, and then swept down by a whirlwind and sank into the forest, as if being sucked by a whale.

"Hiss..."

On the river, Wang Luo couldn't help but exclaimed.

Is this... the dream of the Heavenly Lord? However, everything he saw and heard was so real that it didn't seem like a dream. It was almost impossible to realize that all of this came from the spirit rather than the five senses of flesh and blood.

And just at this moment of surprise, Wang Luo suddenly felt that there was another person behind him, a stranger, coming very fast.

Wang Luo wanted to turn around, but found that he had lost control of his body without knowing when... or rather, the body he controlled had become clumsy and slow without knowing when. It seemed that there was a gap of 10,000 years between the emergence of thoughts and the movement of the body... Wait, body? Where did the body come from in this primordial illusion?

"Chicheng, you don't want to die!"

In shock, the man behind him had already pounced on him and dragged Wang Luo to a lush tree on the river bank.

Wang Luo couldn't respond in time and was thrown into a soft grass. Just as he was about to speak, the man covered his mouth with his hand.

"Shh, don't make a sound... The beast has a very sharp hearing. If it finds us, our brothers will be eaten by it and then turned into a pile of shit!"

Listening to these inexplicable words, Wang Luo suddenly woke up.

The dream of the Heavenly Venerable... began in his childhood. Is the so-called dream his whole life?

The moment this thought came up, the world fell into stillness again. At the same time, Wang Luo felt that everything in front of him was no longer so real, as if there was a layer of gauze between them, and this layer of gauze was the mark to distinguish what the spiritual consciousness saw from the five senses of the flesh.

"Ha, as expected, you can realize everything and wake up without me calling you."

At the same time, the voice of the Lord of Heaven sounded again beside him.

"How is it, is it real enough? This is almost the starting point of the Heavenly Venerable's dream. After I initially constructed the Heavenly Venerable, I raised him here. At that time, he was like you now. Although he was of the same origin as the Heavenly Venerable, he was still very immature in his childhood and could not distinguish between dreams and reality... Besides, all this is called a dream, but in fact it is another reality."

As he spoke, time on the river flowed again. This time, Wang Luo was no longer in the first-person perspective, but witnessed the flow of dreams from a bird's-eye view.

Under the tree by the river, Chi Cheng was rescued by his childhood friend, and then he stared into the other's eyes seriously, nodded, and indicated that he understood. The other party was relieved and let him go, and at the same time carefully poked his head out from behind the tree to spy on the "monster" eating in the forest.

From a bird's-eye view, Wang Luo saw the appearance of the monster more clearly. It turned out to be an extremely large tree, with hundreds of slowly creeping tree tumors parasitizing on it, and each tree tumor vaguely showed independent facial features...

And just when Chi Cheng's companions were secretly peeping at the tree, several tree tumors on the tree actually sensed the sight, opened their eyes suddenly, and pierced out extremely sinister and greedy eyes... but found nothing. It turned out that the tree above Chi Cheng's head was also not an ordinary thing. Under the shadow of the tree, no sight could penetrate. Although the tree knot had a keen sense of hearing, it could not hear any sound. So after a while, the eyes on the tree knot closed their eyelids unwillingly... As their mouths chewed, dark blood oozed from the corners of their eyes.

"Huh..." Chi Cheng's companion breathed a sigh of relief, and then showed Chi Cheng a scared expression after surviving a disaster.

At this point, Wang Luo suddenly remembered his name.

"Qing Yuan? He is Qing Yuan?"

The Lord of Heaven said: "Yes, it is recorded in history books that Chicheng Immortal Ancestor had a fellow villager who was as close as a brother. That person was a few years older than Chicheng, and was equally brilliant and took good care of the young Chicheng..."

Wang Luo continued: "It is a record in the handwriting of the Immortal Ancestor collected in Lingshan. Even when the Immortal Ancestor had achieved great success in his cultivation and was about to ascend to heaven, he did not forget his childhood playmate. However, the brilliant talent that the Immortal Ancestor mentioned seems to be a bit unrealistic in a dream."

From Wang Luo's perspective at this time, the two children under the tree who seemed to be only seven or eight years old or just over ten years old, although their cultivation was immature, their talents were obvious. Needless to say, Chicheng himself had not even perfected the step of drawing qi into the body, but he had a unique aura in his movements. As for the other person, he did not practice immortal methods, but simply the power of qi, blood and flesh. His attainments were also good, but only good. From the perspective of a person who is born with a Taoist body, Qing Yuan's talent is at most a first-class goalkeeper, and he is far from being able to amaze the Immortal Ancestor.

The Lord of Heaven sighed: "Because even someone as strong as the Immortal Ancestor will beautify his memories. He left that notebook to prove that among all the great ways, only the Immortal Way is the most respected, and the proof is Qing Yuan's unfortunate death. In his opinion, Qing Yuan's death in the future was not due to lack of talent, but because he did not follow him to practice the Immortal Way, but only focused on tempering his blood, so that he eventually became possessed... And to prove this point, Qing Yuan's talent is naturally the stronger the better."

Wang Luo was a little surprised: "The history of the prehistoric era is not recorded much even in Lingshan, especially the stories about the Immortal Ancestor himself, which are almost all derived from his notebooks. How do you know that he is beautifying his memories? What is the evidence?"

The Lord of Heaven said: "Verification? This is Jingzhou, the origin of all things. As the place of origin, everything in the world will leave a shadow here, and the shadow will ferment and become the chaotic fog sea. Therefore, as long as you reach out to the fog sea, you can find as much history as you want. "

"! ?" Wang Luo was extremely surprised, "Unheard of!"

"Because no one knew it in the past, and no one could know it. Thoroughly analyzing the fog sea is the means of the true immortals, and before the heavenly tribulation, the immortals were trapped in the sky. "The Lord of the Heavenly Court said, "So this is a new discovery after the heavenly tribulation, it's normal for you not to know. In short, thanks to the fog sea, we can create this perfect dream, so that Tianzun is in it and doesn't want to wake up... Because for him, all this is absolutely real. Well, let's continue to look back, this road is still long. "