400 years of traveling to the sky, midsummer.

An ancient spiritual boat is wandering through the vast sea of ​​time.

Billions of stars pass by in front of you, as if they are dust particles, so insignificant.

"So, each of these stars represents a continent,

Our Tianze Continent is one of the vast sea of ​​stars.

You can also imagine how vast the Three Thousand Worlds are.

It is undoubtedly the peak period of the old Taoist, and it is hard to see it, but it has explored the tip of the iceberg, which is insignificant."

In front of the spiritual boat, I was wearing a golden robe and holding Buddha dust in my hands and said with a smile.

Beside me, I was dressed like a dream, and the arrogant and ethereal Mo Wen stood with his hands behind his back, his hair falling and his clothes dancing lightly, which was quite emotional.

Thinking back on the way,

After leaving the east, there were also Wanzhou, climbed to Wanzhou, and then went to Zhongzhou,

I think Zhongzhou is also the end point.

However, there is a distinction between Zetian and Tianze in the mainland...

To this day, I have experienced everything and finally reached the peak.

Then when I looked up, I not only didn’t realize the vastness, but I felt even more insignificant and the vastness of the road...

"Old guy."

"Um?"

"What exactly is the purpose of pursuing the final point of the Great Way? It's just immortality?"

"Yes, not..." Wentian's old Taoist Buddha dust waved, and a closed door quietly appeared.

"The end point is like this door, but no one knows what is behind the door.

Maybe, when you open it, you see not the end point, but... a new starting point!"

"A new starting point?"

Don’t ask to look up at the vast sea of ​​time, there are billions of tiny star particles.

Maybe behind the door is this scene, which is really terrifying!

The old Taoist inquired to the vast sea of ​​time and slowly said, "It is said that saints are all ants under them.

Perhaps, to some great mystery, saints are also ants!”

"Wow, even the saints are ants?"

Chen Changsheng, a short-haired boy wearing a python robe and a jade-like face, put down the secret in his hand and walked in a daze.

"Grandpa, don't be fooled by me,

There is a gap first and then there is a sky, and Lu Ya Daojun is still ahead,

You think, even the heaven is made by a saint, how could it be more cowhide than a saint?

Unless it is the myth of Daluo, but that kind of thing is not recorded at all?"

The old Taoist Wentian couldn't understand a single word that this kid said.

"What are the things about Lu Ya Daojun, where did you hear this from?"

Chen Chang was righteous and upright. "The Romance of the Gods? A novel in the Ming Dynasty."

"Novel?" Wen Tian heard that he almost sprayed water.

This kid actually brought fictional novels into the real world!!

But it is also true.

The saint is the ultimate fantasy of power in the mortal world.

The mortal world needs faith even more, so myths emerge.

Mo Wen suddenly asked, "Old guy, do you know something?"

If you have the concept of "saint", you can learn from the mysterious white-clothed mouth in the sea of ​​consciousness.

But obviously, the old guy knows a lot more than the mysterious white clothes.

"Along with that, why did we leave Tianze Continent so hastily?

Finally... are you really alive?"

Are you really still alive?

The sound echoed continuously in the vast sea and never dissipated for a long time.

Now, everyone on the entire spiritual boat stood up solemnly, breathing extremely heavy.

Don’t ask how strong it is, so there is no need to say much.

But even with Mo Wen's current strength, this old man can still kill with one point, and he can imagine his terrifying power.

Existences of this level are already in their hearts, and there is no difference between them like saints.

If they really die, then they want to know how they died? Or, who killed him?

For this reason, Master Wentian smiled indifferently.

Then he looked at Jin Wushuang, who was as beautiful as jade and had white hair.

"Can there be wine?"

The latter nodded and handed a pot of spiritual wine respectfully.

Bo!

The old Taoist Wentian opened the wine pot and drank it hard.

Immediately, I wiped off the wine stains on the corner of my mouth with my sleeves, looking at Mo Wen's gaze, with loving love, reluctance, and endless helplessness...

"It doesn't matter whether the old Taoist dies or lives; what matters is that you must! Live!"

Speaking of this, he wanted to speak but stopped...

It seems that I am afraid of something, and even more afraid of something...

"The only difference between a man and a shadow is that one is in the light, the other is in the dark...

They are not separated from each other, but they are two independent beings, so you must always remember that you are not a shadow...

Those who stand in the light may not be heroes…”

Mo Wen feels foggy in the clouds,

Maybe now, he can't figure it out.

"Hey, boy, take out Zangxu."

Mo Wen did not hesitate.

Waving your sleeves.

A phantom sword that was as thin as a cicada's wing, as light as smoke, and as thorough as water appeared quietly.

Above the sword body, there are ten small pocket swords, and the light is illusory.

Each of them exudes the terrifying power to destroy everything. Just the remaining power can make all things disappear in a hundred catastrophes and become ashes.

"Catch the sword."

Mo Wen threw Zangxu over, and no one dared to answer except Wen Tian.

The latter holds the sword and smiles.

"Split!"

Zheng-

clank!

The lonely phoenix, the turtle mourning, the tiger cut, the soul devouring, the bata...

Ten ultimate sharp blades of the sky and the supreme ancient sword were completely peeled off from the hidden void, and the spiritual light was illusory!

What shocks anyone is that

These supreme ancient swords that can only exist in a certain area and are inaccessible have become well-behaved and have lost their effect in the hands of Senior Wentian.

The old Taoist Wentian looked at them and felt extremely cordial.

It seems like I have returned to that long time, everything has returned to the past, and it is still alive.

He recalled:

"Many, many years ago, there was a guy who used a wooden sword to cut off Daqian, and then there was a great heaven, the ninth level of small heaven,

The reason why these ten ancient swords only disperse but not gather is that once they gather, everything will come back!"
To be continued...