Beyond Deep Space

This enlightenment allowed him to follow his own path.

In fact, even without the guidance of the supreme beings and the six-breaker by his side, he will not take detours again, and comprehend the true rhyme of the immortal scriptures left by the saints of the extraordinary central world of an entire era. Talk to Gu Xian.

"Tired of fighting and killing, keeping in good health, looking through the classics left by gods, giant beasts, and saints, this is the true meaning of a peaceful life." Wang Xuan traveled around hell. After three years, he drank half a cup of tea and had an epiphany. His wonders are circulating, and his Taoism continues to improve.

In particular, when the boat in the mist came to the deepest remnant of hell, the Taoist paper toy showed a true rhyme of scriptures, illuminating the entire time and space.

Although there are some incomplete and incomplete scriptures, the essence is preserved, which is enough.

"The Dao of Balance!" Wang Xuan was moved. He knew that there were rules of the Dao of Balance in hell, and even the saints were restricted when they came, so they dared not break the rules at will.

No need to think about it, this is a six-point scripture. Among the countless scriptures, it is too dazzling, and it is not comparable to ordinary classics.

Even if there is a real Bible scroll passing by, it will be dimmed in front of it.

Wang Xuan, who was trapped in the realm of the true health master, cultivated his body and mind, immersed himself in it, drank a sip of tea, emptied his mind, absorbed the immortal charm of the scriptures, and witnessed its trajectory and shining fire in the extraordinary history.

"It's amazing, even after Dao Yun appeared on the Dao paper, it hasn't been deleted much."

Extraordinary essence, the accumulation of one era, Wang Xuan stayed in hell for 4 years, comprehended countless wonderful truths, and countless galaxies flowed in his eyes.

Finally, the scriptures all over the sky fell, turning into decayed ashes, and then completely dissipated, returning to the emptiness.

Wang Xuan is not very far from the alien Lu Chongtian.

He didn't leave in a hurry, stepped out of the fog, stood in the remnants of his real body, and said to himself: "Hell, it used to be the place where my dreams took off, and I will be the best in the world."

In the First World War that year, he not only shocked the outside world, but also displayed his pride and self-confidence.

"I met a lot of people here." He has seen all the strongest disciples of the All Saints Dojo, and a considerable number of 5-breakers were killed by him here.

Of course, his most dazzling achievement is naturally clearing the Realm Realm of Hell, and almost all the masters of the giant city were sent away by him and sold into the Twilight Wonders.

"If there are newcomers, maybe they will appreciate my kindness?" He smiled brightly. In the next era, true immortals will not be so dangerous when they enter the hell trial. There is a serious shortage of 5-broken city lords everywhere.

Afterwards, Wang Xuan took out four pitch-black metal pillars, and two small flags, one gold and one red. The six mysterious objects were all intertwined with dense symbols.

"Now, you are not running away? It should be cut off the causal connection with hell, it belongs to me completely." Wang Xuan said to himself, and then repeated sacrifices.

This is the inheritance he seized after he dug through hell back then. It belongs exclusively to hell, and no one has been able to take it away from generation to generation.In the end, he swept them away with 6 pieces of fog, but when they were in the star sea, as long as they were released, they still wanted to fly to hell.

The six inherited sacred objects in hell are now completely disconnected from the past.

"In the next era, go to the wonderland at dusk to see the old friends who were traded out, and by the way, go around the alien domain and the true holy area to witness all the secrets." Wang Xuan sat on the boat and went away.

He went to many places, and then entered the area corresponding to the extraordinary sea of ​​light, which is boundless, and the channel of radiation has actually spread to other universes.

Wang Xuan has sailed in Chaofan Guanghai for 12 years. In fact, this is still far from reaching the boundary area. The tidal fluctuation range of Guanghai is actually extremely complicated, crossing the limitation of space and time in the universe.

After Wang Xuan drank the last aftertaste of the third cup of green tea, he sat quietly for a long time, and the light of imperial way erupted from his whole body, sweeping the sky and the earth.

The entire remnant of the extraordinary sea of ​​light seemed to have revived, and the boundless holy sea seemed to return, with rough waves, and the light of myths spread to the sky and the earth, and everywhere in the endless deep space.

Wang Xuan officially broke into the realm of the 6th Heaven of Inhumans and became even stronger.

For a moment, the flower of vision transformed, grew taller, and turned into a giant tree. It merged with the Wanfa tree that Wang Xuan had manifested when he was in the world, and became one. Then, it took root in the mist and stayed by his side.

At the same time, Wang Xuan got up, pulled out from the crystal lake below his knees, stood on the boat with his feet, and left the water with his whole body.

He was about to pluck 15 strange-colored bamboos on the bank to use them as oars, but suddenly, with a thought, the tree of vision beside him, the light of ten thousand dharmas was in full bloom, shaking and raining light all over the sky, the boat suddenly surpassed The speed of the arrow of time leaves the remnants of the extraordinary sea of ​​light.

It has been 1 years since the No. 84 extraordinary source was covered by the umbrella of eternal silence, and it has been 50 years since Wang Xuan returned to the old center. He is now 1599 years old.

In the following time, Wang Xuan continued to travel far and wide, haunting various places in the old extraordinary center. He was sure that almost all the immortal dao rhymes that should be absorbed were carried on the yellow paper.

Because, when he traveled around the ruins again, it didn't help him much in his practice.

He calmed down. For nearly a hundred years, he had been in seclusion for many years, groping for his own way forward. Compared with the earlier epiphany, it was indeed much slower.

He returns to the normal state, and if he wants to improve again, he can only do it step by step. Every time a foreigner advances to a higher level in the early stage, it will take at least a thousand years or more, and at most thousands of years, and those who are slow need to cross the era.

Wang Xuan went to see Su Tong and Ling Xuan, and their lives were indeed coming to an end, their gray hair, cloudy eyes, dull and lifeless.

In a sense, the old center has come to an end.

Wang Xuan had a strange feeling. Looking up into the deep sky, the Eternal Silence Black Umbrella should be approaching.

"You are so slow. The escape distance of No. 1 Transcendent Source is a bit scary." He said to himself, if he hadn't used the boat in the fog to go to the highest spiritual world, then he probably wouldn't be able to come back now!

On the same day, Su Tong and Ling Xuan closed their eyes almost at the same time, and their hands were tightly held together, which heralded the complete end of the generation of Chaofan Old Center.

After Wang Xuan heard the cries of their descendants, he approached in the mist and secretly fed the two purple fairy fruits, which came from Mingxuan's storage bracelet.

Then, he went away, let the two of them sit quietly, and realize the ruthlessness of time. After dying once, do you still want to continue the road of immortality after recovering?

If they still give up this time, then he will not reappear, and the fate of old friends is over.

Wang Xuan looked at the deep space, which was the direction of the other shore in the depths of eternal silence, and he thought of many things.

The supreme creatures from Yihui and Mingxuan are eyeing the fragments of the real land, and want to reshape the immortal mythical pure land. Is there still a group of people who want to do the same?

Wang Xuan thought of Wu, You, Dao, Kong and other supreme powerhouses, and pushed the inexplicably revived old mythological center before the 23rd century into the depths of the Land of Eternal Silence.

"Could it be that their real goal is also the other side?!" He couldn't sit still. When the world is dead, there may be a place that is extremely lively and bright, and it may be accompanied by a high-level battle.

Chapter 1297 No regrets in this life

"Cultivation is really slow." Wang Xuan sat at the table by the window, and didn't move his chopsticks much for the famous specialties on this planet.

Instead, he drank a few sips of a drink squeezed from the bark. It was slightly bitter at first, and then a faint fragrance flowed slowly in his mouth, bringing out a little sweetness.

It has been nearly a hundred years since he threw the Taoist paper into the back of the life soil. He practiced in the decayed world, and he deeply felt the difficulties of the extraordinary in this environment.

The mythology of the old center is completely over, including the struggling immortals, and the powerful gods and demons who stayed in the past are almost all dead.

The environment of the restaurant is very good. It is located on the 152nd floor of this building, overlooking the beautiful night view of the whole city. The neon lights are flashing, the fountains on the square are changing, and the mist and lights are intertwined to create a variety of beautiful scenery.

Sitting on the uninhabited meteorite in the cold universe for a long time, Wang Xuan felt that he was too far away from the fireworks of the world, so he re-entered the world for a walk.

In the distance, a sparkling river passes through the city. Under the night, the lights are flickering, some big boats and yachts are floating, and many children are putting wishing lamps by the river.

This bustling city night did make Wang Xuan a little distracted, but it was only for a moment. There seemed to be a layer of veil and a layer of mist between this world and him, and there was a sense of isolation after all.

Just imagine, once he stomped his foot, the starry sky would go out, and with a flick of a finger, the nearby stars would be shattered. This is no longer a world suitable for a foreigner like him to live in.

He was thinking about his own path, and felt that it was really slow to practice step by step.

"According to this speed, I will need at least a thousand years, or even 7 years, before I can enter the [-]th Heaven of Yiren."

The level of aliens is a very high level on the path of transcendence. The further you go backwards, the more difficult it is to practice, especially in this kind of environment.

This is not only the reason for the complete depletion of extraordinary factors, but also the collapse of rules, the collapse of order, and the increasingly blurred sense of Tao.

Of course, Wang Xuan is still able to practice. As a strange person, walking in the era when the myths have completely come to an end, he just feels a little strenuous, and the improvement of Taoism is too slow.

"I am used to standing in the bright and pure land, and now I am stepping into the decayed and extraordinary end of the world and walking alone in the barren soil of mythology. It is indeed a bit uncomfortable."

It was like all kinds of exotic delicacies on the table. Although they were praised by the store as being top-quality ingredients, and to ensure freshness, they were all airlifted from various places in exclusive spaceships, but Wang Xuan only ate two bites.

He is used to seeing all kinds of fairy banquets, and even being entertained with holy banquets in the demon court many times, he is really indifferent to all kinds of delicacies in the world.

Soon, Wang Xuan reflected, shook his head, and felt that his morality had improved too fast and too violently in the short term, and the road under his feet was a little "floating", and he was about to settle down.

When he thinks of his parents, he really can bear it. In the decaying mother universe, he sinks his heart, and has been ups and downs in the fireworks of this world for several centuries, and he never stays away from them.

Even their opponents are willing to lie dormant in the decay, seemingly innocent, and regard the bland and lonely remote universe as the best place to sharpen.

"When I was young, the old man selling wontons was once a strange person. He cultivated his heart in the world of mortals and was willing to realize it in the ordinary. This... so persevering, inspirational, and a guide for the future superhumans. Direction." Wang Xuan said to himself.

"It's a pity that he couldn't go on. My father used the thunderstorm to cover up, and he was struck to death by a thunderbolt." Wang Xuan shook his head.

If there were extraordinary people here, they would probably complain secretly when they heard this turning point.

Afterwards, he ate all the exotic delicacies, and decided to integrate well into the present world, so that the field of practice would "end its prosperity" and settle down.

"There is nothing in this world that cannot be changed." Wang Xuan walked in the night scene of the city. Back then, this place was still a mythical planet, retaining various original features.

It has been 247 years since the Great Migration of Mythology, and 184 years have passed since the Eternal Silence Black Umbrella expanded outwards. For more than [-] years, the world has been turned upside down, interstellar trade has developed, and spaceships have frequent exchanges.

It is reported that there was a celestial master who missed the change of the source of the myth. After staying here, he took advantage of his extraordinary means to actively introduce technological civilization and develop his homeland.

Some time ago, the respected old man passed away.

"The old center, the traces of the immortals are completely over." Wang Xuan felt deeply. In the past, he personally sent away a generation, and this time he went to have a look.As a result, he discovered that a group of descendants of that very accomplished old man were fighting fiercely for the inheritance.

"The extraordinary ends, and everything returns to the vulgar." Wang Xuan went away. From then on, he practiced in the present world, let his heart calm down, and lived the life of ordinary people.

"Old Wang, although you have a tender face, it must have been more than ten years since you came here? After all, you should be close to 40. What's wrong with the person I'm introducing to you? What's wrong with you? , they have a car, a house, and a lovely child. Although you are young, you are actually an old bachelor. Don’t worry about it. If it weren’t for the girl, you are really in good health, with a good appearance, no bad habits, and a good temperament Okay, why would you find an old man like you?" At the end of the speech, the woman laughed herself, making jokes and acting as a matchmaker.

This is a neighbor that Wang Xuan is very familiar with, and he gave Pi Li Pa La a lesson, saying that he should start a family. Although the words were slightly offensive, it seemed to be out of kindness, seeing him alone for many years.

"I regret it. When you first came here, I took the initiative to invite you to dinner and a movie, but you refused. Look, my daughter is about to go to college now, and you are still alone, alone. So many years. Oh, that damned youth."

Wang Xuan looked at the traces left by the years on her youthful and beautiful face, sighed a little, and then saw that she was still so optimistic, he smiled again.

"Still laughing? You are really old."

Wang Xuan shook his head with a smile. He knew that his life in this place should be over. The years would not leave traces on him, and staying in one place for 20 years was the limit.

He said: "Zuo Qing, this is a gift contract, it has been notarized, there is no legal problem, I give you this house."

"Ah, what? I already have a family, what do you want to do?" Zuo Qing originally thought he was joking, and laughed along with him, but found that he was serious, and hurriedly asked: "What's wrong with you, what's wrong with you?" Terminally ill?"

"No, I'm leaving. I'm going to end my peaceful city life and go where I should go. I wish you all the best in the future." Wang Xuan stuffed some documents in her hand and turned back into the mist.

He stood on the boat, entered the boundless starry sky, traveled through the darkness, across the cold, and once again practiced alone on the edge of the universe.

Fifteen years later, he came to Haichuanxing and saw Su Tong and Ling Xuan. As he expected, the efficacy of the immortal fruit and so on was much less effective than the rumors.

He felt it last time, and this time is no exception. It's only been 35 years. The two of them are entering their old age again, and they can't hold on for long.

People who have experienced life and death really have a different state of mind. Their old age is very peaceful, quiet, walking with each other, always smiling.

It wasn't until Wang Xuan appeared that their emotions fluctuated greatly and they were very excited.

"Qin Cheng!"

"Old friend, you are finally here!"

"Having experienced death and seen darkness, are you going to continue on the road of immortality this time?" Wang Xuan asked.

"No, we feel that life is already complete." Both of them shook their heads at the same time, with smiles from the bottom of their hearts.

This kind of answer was really beyond Wang Xuan's expectations. He thought that the two of them would end up lying in the cold darkness after experiencing life, old age, sickness and death. At the last moment, they would definitely think about the brilliance of the past, and would be extremely nostalgic for the past. However, this is not the case in reality. .

"Longevity is not an inevitable choice for everyone. Living the life of ordinary people for so long, we have never been more peaceful and calm, and let go of all the burdens of immortality in our hearts. Although we can no longer fly into the sky and escape from the ground, we can't set foot on the majestic mountain in the clouds and mists of the sky. Jinque is far away from the mythological dojo outside the sky. You can't see auspicious beasts, sacred trees, and fairy treasures. A peaceful world without bloody battles is indeed less intense and exciting, but it also has a kind of beauty of returning to the truth."

"If there is a way in the world, this is our way. After experiencing the glorious era of immortality and living the life that ordinary people should have, let's just end the curtain like this. We are satisfied. There have been sorrows and joys, ups and downs, but Looking at it now, those regrets are not regrets anymore, we have no regrets in this life, and our path has come to an end."

A gray-haired couple expressed their choices, expressed their state of mind, and spoke their way.

Su Tong and Ling Xuan had a last request, to take a photo with Wang Xuan, and the years were frozen in this photo.

"Goodbye, my old friend." Wang Xuan got up, and this was the last time he saw the two of them.

"Goodbye, our best friend." The two looked into the distance, waved their hands slowly, and whispered softly: "Time is infinite, life is limited, there are many things that have been lost and gained, and the soul is infinite. Our figures in different periods are still alive In the infinite years, there are beautiful pictures, in the past, in the present, and at the end of the front. Old friend, take care, walk your way, find your way, and may you stand on the top of the myth."

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"Longevity is not the choice that everyone wants. Ordinary and supreme, everyone has a different path and their own way..." Wang Xuan stepped on the sea of ​​stars, walking alone in the cold universe, looking at the The end of deep space.

Although he really wants to keep those warm and beautiful things, those old friends, and the beauty of the past, and not let the years take them away, but this does not depend on his will, as the torrent of history is surging, what should be scattered still needs to be scattered. go.

In the end, what is left after the shocks of the century after century?Perhaps, under the interweaving of endless time, there is only one old photo in his heart, engraving all the past.At this moment, Wang Xuan felt some emotions of the strange things in the mobile phone.

Twenty-eight years later, a big dark umbrella that only extraordinary people can feel expanded and gradually spread, covering the extraordinary central world that was incomparably prosperous and brilliant in the past.

Since the Great Migration of Mythology, countless extraordinary people fought for the way, left here, and arrived at the old center covered in ice by the big black umbrella. Calculated by the corresponding clock in the lifespan of the monk's soul, a total of 494 years have passed.

Time flies, and 500 years later, Wang Xuan felt that his Taoism had been promoted to the middle stage of the Inhuman 6th Layer. In this age of eternity, even he felt the heavy pressure. After practicing all the year round, he felt a little tired.

Ordinary people don't realize it, but this is an extraordinary winter night that suffocates mythical creatures.

Although there is no black snow falling here, it is still destroying the law, and there is a thick black fog flowing, drowning the extraordinary.

Mythological creatures, even if there are a small number of people who have rare medicines in their reserves and have great fortune, they have lived to this year, but they will come to an end. Their hibernation means death, because there is no extraordinary source of nourishment here.

Maybe only a rare and strange person will still be alive, but they will also fall into a deep sleep, which will be a very difficult time.

For hundreds of years, Wang Xuan practiced in the universe and lived on the planets inhabited by humans. He has experienced a lot. Of course, he strictly abides by the principle of no more than 20 years in each place.

"Perhaps, I should go to the other shore and take a look." On the road of mythology alone, he felt too quiet, and he felt very bad in such a vast environment with no one to communicate with.Moreover, under the umbrella of Eternal Silence, he really felt quite tired.

Occasionally, some special black spectacle surged downward from the big pitch-black umbrella, which was specially aimed at the surviving extraordinary creatures, making him a little sleepy.

Wang Xuan wanted to retire, the years of eternal silence, all kinds of extraordinary scenes of collapse, and the inexplicable suppression were more serious than he imagined!