Calamity of Tomorrow

Looking at the scene in front of him, Zhou Bai was shocked: Is this the so-called memory of filling the void?

At this moment, Zhou Bai still remembered that among the memories he had obtained in the past, almost all of them were about Ji Wufan's attempt to use the sixty-four hexagrams to fill the void.

‘Then this memory is the scene when he actually used the sixty-four hexagrams to fill the void, right? ’

…

master!

A young man appeared on the screen and said respectfully: All the Yangshen cultivators in the world have arrived.

In the sky, an immortal with fluttering clothes and ripples in space as he moved came to him: Immortal Wufan, all the immortals of the seven great paths in the world are here.

Another righteous god wearing a battle armor, with golden flames burning all over his body, brought down a rainbow of light: Immortal Lord, the 12 righteous gods of heaven, a total of 3,600 righteous gods have arrived.

Looking at the people, immortals, and gods in the picture, an old voice came from outside the picture: Since I, Ziyun Palace, cast the sixty-four hexagrams in order to make up for the leakage of the void, and everyone except me died from the backlash of the void, these four A hundred years have passed, and generations of outstanding people have succeeded each other, sacrificing countless people’s time and resources to practice Taoism...

Today, the sixty-four hexagrams have been completed, and we can finally fill the void and reshape the way of heaven...

The young man looked over with tears streaming down his face: Master...

The old voice said: Separation between life and death is a natural part of the way of heaven. You and I are both monks, so don't act like a little girl. I will leave this Ziyun Palace to you.

The young man held back his tears and choked with sobs: ...The disciples will carry forward Ziyun Palace. Everyone in the world, regardless of high or low, can cultivate immortality.

I feel relieved that the human race can pass it on from generation to generation like this.

The screen turned to an immortal and a god on the side, and an old voice sounded: From now on, it's up to you to cut off the void.

The immortals and gods nodded respectfully.

The next moment, countless immortals, gods and monks were seen united, as if forming a great formation.

Sixty-four beams of light penetrated the sky and the earth, and finally penetrated into the vortex one by one.

Every time a beam of light penetrates the vortex, the black vortex will shrink.

When the last beam of light pierced, the scene in front of him moved forward with the beam of light, and with a loud bang, he was thrown into the beam of light.

…

Looking at the boundless darkness in front of him, Zhou Bai thought to himself: 'Did Ji Wufan crash into the void with the sixty-four hexagrams? ’

Just when Zhou Bai was wondering if this memory was over, the darkness in front of him suddenly dissipated.

What appeared in front of Zhou Bai were the fleeting appearances of various mountain gates, various monks, humans, and gods.

Fragments appeared in front of him one by one. Although he could not see the details clearly, he could understand the trajectory of historical development.

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one year later.

The young man stood in the main hall of Ziyun Palace, looking at the newly recruited disciples in front of the hall, with a smile on his face.

He turned around, saw Ji Wufan's golden statue, and sighed: Master, now the world is at peace, everyone can practice Taoism under Ziyun Palace, and there is no distinction between high and low.

Heaven has confiscated all void magic, and all seven avenues have banned the use of void power.

In hundreds of years and thousands of years, no one in the world will know the power of the void.

I beg the God of Heaven to use Taihao Immortal Steel to build this statue for you. It will exist for millions of years and watch the future of mankind.

…

The light and shadow danced, and the picture in front of him became brighter and brighter.

One hundred years later.

The boy has turned into a young man, with vicissitudes of life in his eyes.

Looking at the huge statue in front of him, the young man sighed: Master, no one in the world today knows about the existence of the void.

The penetration of the power of the void is almost non-existent, and all Taoist sects in the world are thriving.

In today's human race, everyone has the right to practice Taoism.

Master, we succeeded.

The Heavenly Court and the Seven Great Paths have discussed and determined that today will be the Sky-Mending Day every year in the future to commemorate the efforts of you and your ancestors.

…

The light and shadow danced, and the picture in front of him was extremely bright, emitting bursts of soft light.

Thousands of years later.

The white-haired young man sat cross-legged in front of the statue, and there seemed to be stars rotating in his eyes, and the sun and moon alternated.

All relevant information on Void has been cleared.

Master, except for some immortals and old guys, no one in this world remembers the void.

The connection between the void and the material world has been completely severed by us.

I'm about to ascend. Over the years, we have explored more and more places, the number of monks has been increasing, and geniuses are emerging every year.

The human race is becoming more and more prosperous.

Today is another sky patching day, thank you, master.

This prosperous age is all created by you.

…

In a white light, the statue was surrounded by vicissitudes of life and changing circumstances.

Ten thousand years later.

Two young monks passed by the statue, looked at it and said, Why is there such a statue in the backyard? Who is this person?

This is the founder of Ziyun Palace, Immortal Wufan. The annual Sky Mending Day commemorates him.

Ah? Is this what Immortal Wufan looks like? On the day of mending the sky, is it really mending the sky?

According to the speculation of several elders, the Day of Mending the Sky should be a world-ending crisis caused by the decay of the Great Sun in the past.

No more, no more, go and prepare for the exam. I haven't been able to practice the golden elixir for thirty years. If I don't do well in the exam, the next supply will be reduced again.

…

The picture changed, but it was no longer as bright as before, but gradually began to dim.

One hundred thousand years later.

The statue is surrounded by broken walls and ruins, making it look extremely desolate.

Dozens of rays of light broke through the clouds and landed around the statue.

Is this the ancient Taoist lineage, the ruins of Ziyun Palace?

I heard that in the old Ziyun Palace, no distinction was made between high and low, and all mortals were accepted into the palace and practiced Taoism uniformly.

Is there such a sect? Wouldn't it be a waste of a lot of resources on a piece of useless material?

Isn't that right? Qualifications like ours are only ordinary in all major avenues, but one year of practice is equivalent to ten years or more than a hundred years of practice by mediocre people in the secular world.

Everyone who practices Taoism is just digging his own grave. Therefore, each generation in Ziyun Palace is not as good as the previous one. The talent's Taoist qualifications are diluted and the foundation is insufficient. The mediocre people waste their qualifications, but they can't achieve anything in practice.

It is said that the later master wanted to improve the palace system, drive all the mediocre people out of the palace, bring a group of geniuses to practice, and reorganize the Taoist sect.

The results of it?

They were besieged by thousands of times the number of mediocre monks. Although these geniuses had advanced qualifications, they lacked the qualifications to cultivate and failed to truly grow.

In the end, both sides suffered losses, and Ziyun Palace fell into pieces and withered away day by day.

Huh? There is a statue left here? Who is this statue engraved on?

I don't know, maybe it's a senior in Ziyun Palace.