I woke up after 300 million years

Yan Fan had a dream.

In the dream, he was in a void and vaguely saw a creature.

The creature was quite strange. It fell into a coma for unknown reasons. Most of its origin evolved into a black cloth that covered the sky. Its left eye evolved into a divine bird covered in flames. Its right eye evolved into a ball shining with the light of the stars and the moon. Its heart evolved into a A pure black divine door, its belly evolved into an ugly black goat...

"His" soul shattered, one piece turned into a divine bell, which was swallowed by the flame bird, one piece turned into a jade flute, which was snatched by a tree, and one piece turned into a divine drum... .

Seventeen foreign gods held seventeen real taboo objects and sealed "him" to prevent "him" from resurrecting.

In his dream, Yan Fan witnessed all this and felt confused:

why?

"He" is obviously their mother, why should he restrain "Him" in turn?

The scene changed, and Yan Fan was standing on the edge of a mountain cliff, with a man standing next to him.

This man looked exactly like Yan Fan, dressed in red, with black hair reaching his waist, bound by red silk, and plain cheeks.

The man looked into the distance and asked:

"Can you save me?"

Yan Fan was stunned for a moment, and then realized that there was someone standing next to him.

He looked at the other person up and down, frowned and asked, "Who are you?"

"Me?" The man lowered his head, remained silent for a while, and shook his head, "I don't know. I forgot everything. I only remember that I have lived for a long time. I must be tired and want to take a nap..."

Yan Fan looked at the man.

The man looked at Yan Fan.

"You look just like me."

"I forgot what I look like, so I show up imitating you, do you mind?"

"mind!"

"OK, all right."

Yan Fan: "..."

OK? Then what? Don't you want to change your appearance? It feels awkward to look at myself, you know... Yan Fan slandered and complained.

Afterwards, the two of them stood there without speaking.

[Yan Fan, if you fail, if you die, I will... I will cry...]

A soft and waxy voice came into his ears, Yan Fan's heart was shaken, and he subconsciously said:

"Ye Xiang."

Immediately, his brown eyes darkened.

"Did I fail?"

"I don't want to build a great road. I want to transcend the great road and find a path where the universe will be destroyed and I will be immortal, but...it's so difficult."

"I tried to create my own "Red Earth Dharma", I tried to abandon the Tao and the Dharma, I tried to cultivate myself... but in the end it was all in vain."

The man half turned around and said in an uncertain tone:

"Are you complaining to me?"

"A casual emotion." Yan Fan took a step forward, half of his feet in the air, preparing to wake up by jumping off the cliff.

"Wait a minute." The man suddenly stopped and informed with an expressionless face, "Have you forgotten? You have already created your own Tao and Dharma, which is called "The Book of Beginnings". It is the beginning of everything, the origin of everything, and everything. In the end, your Taoism is not perfect yet."

"The road is at your feet, I hope you will walk on it."

"I hope you will stand in front of me one day and save me."

"help me......"

The environment in the dream changed suddenly again, and the mountains and flowing water were fragmented like mirrors.

Yan Fan stretched out his hand, wanting to grab the man and ask for details, but the distance between the two of them was obviously very close and just one step away, but it seemed like they were a world apart and out of reach.

"who are you?"

The man shook his head and said, "I forgot."

Click, click, the dream is broken!

Yan Fan opened his eyes and saw that the woman in the white dress stained with blood was struggling to support herself. The Heaven Burial Sword in her hand had killed countless creatures.

Mu Changsheng was equally miserable, his clothes were ragged, he had been killed for three thousand years with a broken sword, his hair was disheveled, and his sword swings were heavy.

"Longevity."

Hearing the call, the Chief Shepherd turned his head sharply, filled with surprise.

"Ancestor! You finally woke up!"

After everyone was trapped for a hundred years, Yan Fan realized clearly that with their strength alone, they would never be able to escape from this place, and sooner or later they would be consumed by the army of bones.

So, he handed the Sky Burying Sword to Ye Xiang, who had the highest level of cultivation, and asked Ye Xiang to protect him.

Unexpectedly, one defense would last 2,900 years. Yan Fan planned to use the death energy here and the remaining origins of the creatures in the mythical era to attack the saint realm, and find a special path, giving up the great road and only cultivating his own origin.

Contrary to expectations, he failed.

However, the man's words in the dream woke him up.

"The Book of Beginnings", the Tao and Dharma created by Yan Fan.

Ye Xiang looked back, her eyes filled with tears, and she was about to cry, "Yan Fanfan, I can't hold on anymore!"

This battle was too painful for her!

There were countless white-bone creatures, many of them saints. In order to protect Yan Fan, Ye Xiang never rested for a second. She couldn't stop them with the Heaven Burial Sword in her hand, so she used her thin and delicate body to block them.

He survived again and again, was on the verge of death again and again, and gritted his teeth and persevered again and again.

She is so simple and kind, and she promised Yan Fan: I will protect you until you succeed!

For this promise, I will protect Yan Fan for two thousand nine hundred years.

Even though Bai Ze persuaded her to give up and find another way to escape, she still persisted.

Yan Fan looked into those beautiful eyes and condensed a thousand words into two words, "Thank you."

"Brother Fan, run away, we really can't hold on any longer!" Bai Ze was as miserable as Mu Changsheng. His snow-white hair was stained with his own blood. The horn on his head was cut off. His hind legs were seriously injured and he was limping. .

The two of them, one auspicious beast, faced half of the creatures from the mythical era. Even if those creatures were dead, even if their strength was not as strong as before, the sea-like numbers were still despairing.

Yan Fan stood up, walked towards the two of them, patted Mu Changsheng's shoulder with his left hand, and stroked Ye Xiang's hair with his right hand.

"Run, run, run... run away when facing the Yuhua Palace, run away when facing the Tianxing Clan, run away when facing the Holy Master of the Liu Family, do you still want to run away now?"

"I'm tired of running away and don't want to run away anymore."

"Why should you run away?"

"He is an emperor's corpse!" Bai Ze continued.

Ye Xiang slapped Bai Ze, "Shut up!"

"That's what it is." Bai Ze shrank his neck and muttered in a low voice.

It has lived with Yexiang in the Immortal Valley since childhood. It has never seen much of the world, nor has it experienced much training. It is timid and talkative.

Yan Fan took the Heavenly Burial Sword from Ye Xiang's hand. The blood-red blade trembled slightly, as if it was chirping, excited, or eager.

"Can you feel it?"

Mu Changsheng and Ye Xiang were confused.

"Ancestor, are you asking me?"

"Yan Fan, what did you say?"

Yan Fan stared at the three-foot long sword in his hand. In front of him were the corpses of hundreds of millions of creatures from the mythical age.

He took a step forward, and the invisible pressure spread. A skeleton of a creature lay on the ground, unable to move, as if it was bowing its head.

"The three realms of saints, cutting off the past, cutting off the present, and cutting off the future, are nothing more than a process of sublimation. Cutting off the past, cause and effect cannot be entangled. Cutting off the present, the Tao and the origin are eternal. Cutting off the future, everything returns to chaos."

Yan Fan walked forward and said to himself:

"I created the "Book of Beginnings" by myself, starting with my own evolution. I am higher than the universe and the Dao. I am the source of all Dao and Dharma."

"Whatever cuts past, what cuts present, what cuts future."

"Today, I want to kill me with one sword..."

The Sky Burying Sword flew up and struck Yan Fan with one strike!

This sword is mysterious and mysterious, without any offensive nature. It passes through Yan Fan's body like light and shadow.

In an instant, Yan Fan became extraordinary and became a saint!

Mu Changsheng laughed loudly, "Success! Ancestor... became a saint!"

Ye Xiang's eyes widened and she saw a clue, "He didn't kill me, but 'kill me' with one sword. He is taking an unprecedented path."

"What do you mean?" Mu Changsheng was stunned and didn't understand.

Three thousand green hairs were flying in the night fragrance, and the blood stains on her pretty face added a bit of sadness. She shook her head, nodded again, and whispered:

"I'm not sure. What's certain is that he is not a normal saint. If you sense it carefully, his aura is tens of millions of times stronger than mine. It is estimated to surpass the saints in the third realm."

"Hmm~ If I'm not mistaken, he practiced a special Taoist method and created a new realm. He crossed the three realms of saints in one step. As for whether he is considered a quasi-emperor or not, I don't know."

"Quasi...quasi-emperor!" Bai Ze was dumbfounded, "I'll choke you, Brother Fan is going to defy heaven!"

Yan Fan is more than willing to defy heaven.

He wants to kill the emperor!