Prehistoric: Twin lotuses with parallel stems

The three paths intertwine, supporting the heaven and earth, covering the past and present.

Beneath the surface calmness of the ancient world, there are earth-shaking changes taking place at the level of the Great Dao.

At this time, the two people standing on the long river of time are the most leisurely.

Qingxuan looked calm as he watched the changes between heaven and earth. At the same time, he took out two spiritual fruits and handed one to Qinglian beside him.

The ones that Long Ji carefully selected and presented to him as a gift indeed tasted the best.

Qinglian took the spiritual fruit, took a light bite, and remained as quiet as ever.

There was not much fluctuation in the hearts of both of them, but a peaceful state, without fear or anxiety, as if this moment was not the time when the world was heading towards destruction, and it was just an ordinary moment, no different from yesterday.

"It seems that this time, I will be the one to take the first step." Qingxuan said in a casual tone.

Upon hearing this, Qinglian frowned, glanced at Qingxuan, then looked away and quietly ate the spiritual fruit.

Qingxuan smiled smugly and rolled his eyes.

"You said you wouldn't fight with me." Qinglian said softly.

"Just this once, I can achieve today's Dao Fruit, all thanks to you, this time you let me?"

"Someone once said that there are only zero times and countless times in this world." Qinglian said without turning his head.

"..."

Did I say that? Qingxuan had no impression of this.

Qingxuan reached out to touch the head of the person next to him, but Qinglian raised his hand and slapped it away. She then glared at him and looked at his hand with disgust.

Qingxuan stretched his hand into the long river of time, swung it, and sighed.

"Then shall I start?" Qingxuan asked Qinglian, and the latter nodded in response.

The next moment, the expression on Qingxuan's face disappeared, neither sad nor happy, his eyes were calm, and even the aura on his body was still peaceful. A green lotus blossomed under his feet, as flawless as jade.

Qinglian just stood quietly beside him without any movement.

Although Qing Xuan arranged paths for each disciple and threw Long Ji back to Lianhuatian, but did he really have to arrange her afterlife? Give her last words?

He had never done this before. The scene of raising various flags before a decisive battle had never happened to him.

After all, how could this be his last?

What he should consider is not what will happen if he is gone.

What he really needs to think about is how to hold a low-key celebration party after this incident.

Under Qinglian's influence, Qingxuan did not consider the possibility of failure.

The long river of time is becoming empty and dim, disappearing silently and turning into a non-existent phantom.

What was erased along with it were the past existence of heaven and earth and all traces of all living beings and spirits.

A drop of blood dripped from Qingxuan's fingertips, spreading in the long river of time, and an obscure Taoist rhyme also extended from it.

Circles of ripples appeared, like wind blowing across the mirror-like surface of a lake, spreading out in the long river of time, neither increasing nor decreasing.

Time has no meaning in front of them.

Then you will see green lotus flowers condensing and blooming in the time, spreading across the long river of time.

This is not a pure condensation of the laws of the great way, and the aura on it is not strong. The truly extraordinary thing is that it is the trace and imprint of Qingxuan's journey.

At this moment, Qingxuan extracted all the traces of himself left between heaven and earth, pulled them out from the long river of time, and made them appear before his eyes.

It can be seen that among those green lotuses, there is a figure in green clothes standing. That is Qing Xuan from different periods.

For a moment, the long river of time was filled with shadowy figures, but it also seemed empty, with only the figure in green standing quietly.

Qingxuan naturally stretched out his hand to his side, just like his reflection, and the figures formed by his own traces also moved like him and stretched out their hands.

A hand reached out and was held by Qingxuan, Qinglian stood beside him, and the traces of the two overlapped from beginning to end, indistinguishable from each other, without deviation.

Qingxuan extracted his own traces from the long river of time, and with this as a guide, the traces of Qinglian's brand were naturally brought out and extracted.

The two stand at this moment, but they also stand at all times.

The time since the creation of the ancient world to the present day seemed to have turned into a point to them, rather than a winding, endless river.

Their presence here fills up time and space.

But the scene was so calm, peaceful and uneventful.

However, when Qingxuan extracted the marks of the two of them, all traces of their existence in the long river of time disappeared, as if they had never existed in the ancient world.

In the traces of heaven and earth, in the memories of all living beings, the existence of the two people faded and blurred, as if covered by a layer of veil, hazy, like reality and illusion, like unreal and real.

At this moment, they became blurred in the years.

Qingxuan's avenue returns to nothingness and evolves infinitely. The non-existent nothingness will naturally leave no trace.

Qinglian and he have existed together. Although their paths are different, they are interdependent. Through this connection, her existence is also shrouded by Qingxuan's avenue, and her traces are blurred.

However, Qingxuan himself cannot achieve true nothingness, and he cannot truly erase all traces of himself and Qinglian, otherwise they would have transcended into the outside world and not been bound by the Great Dao.

In the memories of ordinary people, any traces of their existence have become vague and unconscious, even for Daluo or Quasi-Sages.

The group of saints keenly sensed this abnormality, and felt that the traces of Qingxuan and the other's existence were shaken.

Their existence, like the power of the great way between heaven and earth, faded away.

"Old Pan is very stingy. He only prepared the opportunity for transcendence for you, but he doesn't treat me that well. I have no choice but to fight for my own opportunity." Qingxuan said to Qinglian beside him.

"Fortunately, his performance of the Dao this time, after his own contradictory actions, had two possible outcomes. Since it was the Dao Fruit that he abandoned, it should be mine if I pick it up, right? I don't think he would have any objection."

"He has no objection." Qinglian supported Qingxuan's statement and agreed with it. "That's not his."

Pangu's teachings, whether "existence" or "non-existence", no matter whether the ancient world will eventually become empty or continue, he will not fail. These are just two different results of success, but there is no such thing as failure.

It’s just that Pangu himself had a bias towards the result. He chose one of the two possible successes, the continuation of the ancient world.

This also means that he gave up another possibility of success, and the result of his original performance was rejected by him.

Qingxuan felt that it was natural for him to take over the false results of the performance and leave the real results to Pangu, and Pangu would certainly not mind.

Moreover, that is a path that is in line with his great path, saving him the trouble of performing the process of practicing Taoism himself.

However, Qingxuan also knew that it was an abandoned halfway Tao fruit, an incomplete Tao fruit that had not evolved to success.

Qingxuan felt like he had taken over an unfinished building.

Moreover, he had to snatch this unfinished building from Pangu.

It is also unknown whether it will be dragged down by unfinished buildings.

The power of the Great Dao faded away in an instant, and condensed into a force that could return all things to nothingness.

The ancient world supported by three paths was merely to stabilize everything and refill the nothingness. What was burning was the great power of the practitioners themselves, which was already quite struggling at the moment, and they had no spare energy to resist external forces.

The gathered power turned into an axe light and fell down, turning everything into nothingness.

At this moment, the heaven and earth were wailing, all living beings were terrified, and the three paths lost their voices.