While Song Ning put down the chess piece, a star suddenly flashed and darkened in the starry sky, as if it was turbulent.

At this time, this star was between the index finger and middle finger of a huge illusory old man. He was holding this star and was about to land on a huge chessboard intertwined in the void.

The old man frowned slightly, but there was a smile on the corner of his mouth.

Then he laughed at the old man with a thousand feet long beard: "It's interesting, it's getting more and more interesting."

"The understanding is indeed good, but if you have passed it, you will be smarter and you will eventually go astray." The old man sighed, waved his palm slightly, and the stars returned to the void and hung in his original position.

The old man with long beard looked at the chessboard: "You have used this chessboard to operate for ten thousand years. You have used all the stars in the sky. I have played with you for ten thousand years, but you haven't told me yet what the meaning of this chessboard is."

Although the old man with white hair was just a huge phantom, the depth in his eyes could penetrate thousands of miles at this moment. Anyone who saw it would sigh, move, and be sad about it.

"Only three thousand great ways can I ascend to the end. I have realized the truth for so long, and I have been able to achieve it for countless years. Taoism has produced one, one has two, two has three, and three has millions. I have realized so much, but I have lost one thing." The white-haired old man sighed.

The old man with long beard frowned: "This star field belongs to you, but you still have something you have lost?"

"Only people, outside the sky, outside the starry sky, beyond the starry sky, and endless Tao, what you and I see and realize is nothing more than the light of stars, and the glimmer of stars, how can you compete with the bright moon? There were countless great powers of our ancestors who died in order to seek the Tao, and the Tao was born and died in the Tao, and the Tao was only between Tao. I have arranged it for ten thousand years for this thought. Now, I will tell you, are you satisfied?" said the white-haired old man.

Hearing this, the old man with long beard took a deep breath and looked at the old man in front of him in disbelief: "You...you want to share the three thousand ways?!"

"You told me back then that the only regret in this life was that time..."

"Yes, I have only given up for the Tao in my life, but this one is the most precious thing in this world."

"The word love is a path, and it can accommodate the world and the world. There is only one love between the world. You have spent a lot of time, just for the Tao and for the Tao, and gave up love, but unexpectedly, this word love can affect the world."

The two of them were talking in the starry sky, which seemed to be discussing the truth, but in fact, it was just two elderly people who were sad.

The white-haired old man looked at the chessboard, pinched his hands freely, and a star was sandwiched between his fingertips. He looked at the starting battlefield in the chessboard, and his arm slowly fell down.

"Dust returns to dust, earth returns to earth, and all things will eventually return to one. Since he has realized it and has realized it wrong, then all this will be over, which can be regarded as leaving some thoughts for the ten thousand years of operation." The white-haired old man said as he asked his arm to fall.

The old man with long beard suddenly raised his hand and grabbed his wrist: "You have thought about it, what will happen after this son falls? Besides... how do you know he has realized the wrong understanding?"

The old man with white hair trembled slightly.

Everything in this world has spirituality. No matter what it is, once you have spiritual wisdom, you can realize the truth. In this enlightenment, there are no predecessors or experts, and no one can tell whether it is right or wrong. Even like the cultivation of the two old men, it cannot be guaranteed that all their insights are correct.

"I have realized the truth for many years, but I have never considered whether I... missed it."

The old man with white hair sighed and slowly fell down: "Since that's the case, is it right or wrong? Let him show it to us."

The old man with white hair said, the direction of his arm changed, and this son slowly fell down.

There were roars in the starry sky, and the sound shook and shook the stars in the sky. This son fell and the opportunity of the Nine Heavens battlefield was opened. All of this was arranged by him, but even so, he was worried.

Because of him, he lied.

In front of his old friends who have been with countless years, he still lies. After so many years, there is a secret hidden in his heart. This secret is becoming increasingly fermenting, torturing him and making him suffer. After so many years, his purpose is not just one.

In the starry sky for ten years, the old man's arm fell, and it seemed that the distance between one arm was only a distance, but in fact, it was billions of miles.

He had already integrated into the starry sky, but he had only one thought, and this thought was to send the ruined stars formed by the broken magic weapon back to the galaxy. As for the Tao, it was just his extravagant thought and his cover-up.

He sighed in his heart: "Song Ning, Song Ning, you are still wrong. If you understand it wrong, you will lose everything.

The heaven and earth are chessboards, and the stars are chess pieces.

So, who is the world and who is the stars?

If you are told to you about the thing Leng Yuexiao hides in her heart, can you understand it?

Why is there someone who absolutely cannot die in the Nine Heavens battlefield?

Because... this person...is the world!"

ah!

In Luoyu Kingdom, Song Ning's body suddenly shook. Just now, he felt like his mind was exploded. It seemed that a sound from ancient times came into his mind. The sound was too strong and he was overwhelmed. He was almost shaking his seven orifices because of this sound.

"What's wrong!" Leng Yuexiao stood up and supported Song Ning.

Song Ning shook his head and could still feel the headache, but just now, when he felt the loud roar, he seemed to hear some sound.

"It's nothing, I...I want to go back to the top of Taihe Mountain to see. I will start to refine pills tonight. Is there still some time that you can go with me?" Song Ning asked.

Seeing Song Ning's condition, Leng Yuexiao naturally wanted to accompany him.

In the blink of an eye, the two of them appeared again on the top of Taihe Mountain. Song Ning looked around and sat on the ground: "It's still dark. In these two hours, I'll meditate here. I'm sorry for you. I'll be here to accompany me."

Leng Yuexiao's eyes were filled with worry: "Of course I want to accompany you. You can meditate with peace of mind, and I will protect you."

Song Ning nodded, then sat there, closing his eyes.

On the top of Taihe Mountain, the spiritual energy was turbulent. When Song was nebulizing his eyes, it slowly rushed towards a place at the foot of Taihe Mountain, and then began to instill from that place. If the entire Taihe Mountain could be seen through, you would find that it was like a huge bloodline. The bloodline looked carefully, it seemed like a beating heart.

At the center of this heart is the top of Taihe Mountain. At this time, Song Ning was sitting in the center of this top of Taihe Mountain, feeling everything on Taihe Mountain.
Chapter completed!