I have a role in the heavens

Empress Yunxiao ascended to the sky in one step and became the ruler of heaven. A halo of infinite merit hung behind her head, shining on the sky. She was extremely holy and noble. However, there was no trace of joy on her face, only sadness. Finally, she waved to the prehistoric world, Magu Erlongshan. The cave turned into a stream of light and flew into the new world, turning into a Taiwei Palace. Empress Yunxiao held her hand and walked into the Taiwei Palace. The palace door was immediately closed, ignoring the disturbances from the outside world, and just wanted to protect it. This immeasurable world transformed by Master Huanglong.

Everyone outside the prehistoric world had different expressions. Many quasi-sage masters saw the opportunity. It was extremely difficult to achieve the status of a saint in the prehistoric world, but this was not the case in the mind world, so they devoted themselves to the new world, but they had already entered. , the mana in the body continues to flow away, and the cultivation level drops sharply.

Everyone is the top supernatural power user of the ancient world, with infinite wisdom. As soon as they think about it, they understand the reason. This new infinite spiritual energy of the great world and the ancient world are yin and yang. The magic power on them is transformed from the innate spiritual energy of the ancient world. Naturally, this infinite world cannot be tolerated. All the great supernatural powers looked at each other and transformed one after another. Only one true spirit was left behind, which was thrown into the Paradise of Cave Heaven, preparing to re-transform in the new world and come again to strive for the opportunity to become a saint.

Empress Yunxiao looked at the reincarnated great supernatural beings, unmoved, with a sad look on her face. She just looked at the boundless world infatuatedly, as if she saw the voice and smile of Zhenren Huanglong, and the corners of her mouth could not help but curl up slightly, revealing A beautiful smile.

Only the little girl stared blankly at Empress Yunxiao, clasping her chubby little hands tightly, seeming to feel the endless sadness in her heart, her big eyes full of worry and concern.

Huanglong Zhenren's Yuan Shen transformed into the Tao, but his true spirit transcended this world and returned to the real world.

In the Marvel world, the true spirit obtains that innate immortal spiritual light that shines, protecting the true spirit and keeping it awake, allowing the true spirit to see the faces of the heavens, which are indescribable, untellable, and undefinable. Is this the true face of the heavens? ?

Zhenling was about to rush into the real world, but suddenly discovered a new world not far away. Zhenling suddenly turned around and headed towards that world.

The true spirit passed through the void, turned into a stream of light, blended into the homes of a small mountain village, got into the belly of a pregnant woman, and was reborn again.

However, in May and June, things were done, but it was a pity that the pregnant woman had a dystocia and died of hemorrhage, leaving only the father and son struggling to survive in this world.

The flowing water is surging day and night, and I don't know if the black rabbit is running back and forth; only then can I see the sea of ​​suffering turning into a flat land, and the vicissitudes of life turning into blue waves.

In the blink of an eye, eleven or twelve years have passed. Fan Yuxiao has become a naughty boy. He takes care of his frail father all day long and works in the fields. His body is covered with dust and dust all day long, and he is in the same position as the villagers. The children cannot play together and are busy living all day long.

On this day, the night was already very dark, and the silver moon was hanging high in the sky. Fan Yuxiao then put away the hoe in his hand, stopped working, looked at the land that looked extremely flat under the moonlight, and then wiped it. A handful of sweat didn't even care that his hands were covered with mud and his whole face was smeared. He couldn't care about this in his life. After all, he was already very tired from a day's work, so how could he still pay attention to these things.

Fan Yuxiao walked toward the village covered with stars and moonlight. His family's land was on an uphill slope. It was just some barren fields. It was time-consuming and labor-intensive. He couldn't harvest much food in a year, which was barely enough for the father and son to survive. These are already very rare peaceful days. Food and clothing are the farmers’ greatest expectation.

Fan Yuxiao pushed open the two dilapidated courtyard doors of his house, placed the hoe on the edge of the earth wall, and then scooped some water into the water tank with a gourd made from a cut gourd, and washed it clean. With dirt on his face, he walked towards the short and dilapidated thatched house.

Fan Yuxiao gently stepped into the bedroom and glanced at his father who had fallen asleep. He saw that he was as skinny as a stick and his face was pale. Although he had fallen asleep, he still coughed and sighed from time to time. His expression was a little worried. His father was overworked. Due to the illness, his body's vitality has been exhausted. If Fan Yuxiao hadn't been searching for some herbs in the mountains from time to time in the past few years to help his father's health, he would have died of the illness long ago.

It's just that my father's body has long since been exhausted. He can't save it with medicine and stone, and I'm afraid he won't be able to sustain it for much longer. Who can escape from birth, old age, illness and death? Even the legendary immortals on Qingyun Mountain can't live forever. At most, they can't live forever. Even if you live for hundreds of years, you will eventually turn into withered bones in the grave, and your body will die and your soul will disappear.

Perhaps because of the blood connection, there was a faint feeling. His father slowly opened his eyes. His eyes were cloudy and yellow. He looked at Fan Yuxiao who was standing in front of the bed with worry in his eyes. He became excited and coughed a few more times. The sound was so suppressed that his face turned red and his chest heaved violently.

Fan Yuxiao hurriedly took a few steps forward, reached out and patted his father's back gently to help him calm down, and looked at his frail father worriedly.

"Ahem, hey, my body is not up to par. I'm afraid my time is running out. I just feel sorry for you. You have to survive alone in this world at such a young age!"

Fan Yuxiao looked at his father who looked sad and knew that he was very aware of his physical condition, but he still comforted him.

"What nonsense are you talking about, father? You will definitely get better. You still have to watch me start a family and build a business, spread the branches and leaves of my Fan family, and pass on the incense!"

Fan Yuxiao had a faint smile on his face, and his eyes were full of sincerity. When his father heard this, his eyes were full of yearning, but he still had to recognize the reality, sighed, and said.

"Father hopes so too, but I know my body well and I'm afraid I won't be able to survive this winter!"

Fan Yuxiao's palm froze for a moment, and fell on his father's back again, helping him straighten out his breath, and said with a complicated expression.

"Father will be fine!"

Fan Yuxiao is proficient in medical skills, but he doesn't know that his father's end is approaching. He is afraid that it will be difficult to survive the cold winter this year, but he still hopes that his father can survive the cold winter of March 9th with hope.

The father glanced at his son and said no more. At this time, he no longer had many worries in his heart. Now Fan Yuxiao is able to stand on his own and survive alone. He still has a few acres of thin farmland at home, although the output is not much and it is time-consuming. It's laborious, but no farmer is afraid of hard work. It's enough to support Fan Yuxiao as an adult. There's nothing he can't let go of. Living is just a drag on his son.

Fan Yuxiao waited until he fell asleep tiredly again, then walked out of the bedroom and came to the main room. He picked up a coarse-grain pancake on the table, mixed it with cold water and ate it to solve the dinner problem, and then walked into the bedroom. , resting on the small bed next to his father.