After the words of the ancestor Yuexing were expressed, Wang Baole was silent, and the mask floating in the air trembled slightly. In the mask, where Wang Baole could not see it, the young lady squatted in a corner, hugged her knees, lowered her head, and could not see her expression, but could see her body trembling.

"Is fate..." Wang Baole murmured. Whether it was his mission as Mingzi or his understanding of the luck that the ancestor of the Xie family was good at in the previous battle, he was no stranger to fate.

The so-called fate is a person's past and a person's future. If a person's life is regarded as a line, then this line... is actually fate.

As Ming Zi, Wang Baole had set his fate for others, so he knew very well... Those who lost their fate mean that the front and back sections of this line are gone, and there is only one point.

The lost front part represents the past.

The lost later stage represents the future.

He understood even more... If you want to obtain a person's past destiny, you need to always follow this person and witness everything in the past.

"So that's it." Wang Baole spoke softly, recalling many of his past lives and everything in this life. He suddenly smiled and looked at the ancestor Yuexing.

"Is there any more?"

The ancestor Yuexing was silent for a moment, shook his head, and spoke in a low voice.

"There is only these, as reward, I think you have received them from the master, but I can promise you another condition..."

"Can you fight against the Emperor?" Wang Baole looked at the ancestor Yuexing calmly.

"I am now reincarnated in my spiritual mind. I am unable to take action while protecting the safety of the little master..." The ancestor Yuexing sighed lightly, with apologizing expression.

"Well, do you have the treasures that carry gold or fire? "Wang Baole didn't care and said something faintly.

"There is something..." After pondering, the ancestor Yuexing seemed to be searching. After a while, he raised his hand and grabbed Xuwu, and suddenly a ingot of silver appeared in his hand.

The silver is very small, only three taels, and it doesn't look surprising and is very normal. But if you look at it in a divine sense, you can feel the strong aura fluctuations contained in it.

"This thing is a treasure I secretly exchanged from a family named Zhou in a big world. Let me give it to you." The ancestor Yuexing sighed in his heart. He understood that Wang Baole, who knew the truth, would not be calm in his heart, but the little master insisted on not hiding it.

This made it very difficult for him to do, and apologize in his heart.

At this moment, the three taels of silver flew towards Wang Baole. After being caught by Wang Baole, he didn't check it, but threw it into the storage bag, stood up from the cushion, and bowed to the ancestor Yuexing.

"Thank you for engraving the puppet back then, and thank you for taking in Li Wan'er and Zhuo Yifan."

After saying that, Wang Baole bowed again. When he got up, he turned his head and looked at the mask floating in the air deeply, then turned around and walked towards the distance.

I know why you appeared in my past life.

I know why your figure is always there in those lifetimes.

I know that the so-called fate is actually a set route.

I know that all of this is the previous part of the line of fate, and now, my past fate belongs to you.

But I don't blame you, don't blame you, don't chill.

Thank you, when I transformed into a white deer, I helped me up from my fall.

Thank you for your comfort when I became a resentful practitioner.

Thank you for feeding my blood when I turned into a magic blade.

Thank you for your gaze at me after I became a zombie.

Thank you for giving me the arms when my master fell.

Thank you, thank you for your company again and again in this life.

You have taken away the fate of the past. I can give it to you the fate of the future, even if from now on, I will have no past and no future.

But...this is good.

Every time Wang Baole took a step, the smile on his face became more. Until he took ten steps, his thoughts were clear, and as the Taoist rhyme flowed all over his body, an astonishing aura burst out on him.

"The past is the Tao, like death!"

Wang Baole smiled and murmured. As the aura exploded on his body, it faintly blew above his head, and the starry sky caused shocking waves, and a long river actually transformed.

This long river is rolling and surging, boundless, and seems to be able to cover the entire starry sky, connecting Wang Baole at the end. As for its source... it is not within the stone tablet realm, but... it penetrates from outside the stone tablet realm.

This long Hanoi contains rules. These rules are related to time, but they are different. All they contain are all the past that happened to Wang Baole!

This is a new rule, not time, not death, but the way that is formed by the integration of each other and the Tao that belongs to him alone!

This path contains Wang Baole's past. If there is a chance for monks in the future to understand this path, the improvement of their cultivation will depend on how far they can go on Wang Baole's past path.

Because... this rule and this path were created by Wang Baole and his past.

Almost at the moment when it appeared, the ancestor Yuexing, who had a complicated expression on the cliff behind him, suddenly looked up, and his eyes were filled with surprise.

"New will be born? Let's see the truth?"

Not only that, but the blood-colored young man who was fighting Luo Zhishou at the end of the void was also shocked. He looked up suddenly and saw the vast river spreading from nothingness, spanning nothingness, and rolling into the core starry sky of the stone tablet world.

"This is..." The blood-colored young man was shocked. Outside the stone tablet, in the starry sky, the figure sitting cross-legged on the lonely boat slowly raised his head, and his eternal expression was moved at this moment.

And all this was not over. The next moment, as Wang Baole took another step, and as his words murmured again, another river of rules roared.

"The future is Tao, like life!"

This new illusory river is also related to time and is different. The endless waves inside represent the future. While the changes are unpredictable, the source is Wang Baole himself, spreading away. No one knows where its end is.

This is the Tao that belongs only to him and his future!

At this moment, two illusory rivers were roaring, one came from the outside world and penetrated into the stone tablet realm. It had no source, only the end was connected to Wang Baole, while the other illusory river had the end of the stone tablet realm, and the limit of the end was invisible, and only the source was melted into Wang Baole.

From a distance, the two long rivers run through the entire stone tablet boundary, and it seems to have turned into one, connecting it... it is Wang Baole.

"When I realized the Dao of Mystery, I had given up the outline of the fate of all beings after the reincarnation, released their destiny to everyone for their own mastery, and pursued their own way of freedom.

Now... it's in line with my way.

Be a free and carefree person who has no past, no future, and only lives in the present." Wang Baole smiled freely and waved his hand, and the third illusory river suddenly came.

This long river is his own source and end, that is freedom, that is…

"Xiaoyao!!!" the ancestor of Yuexing Sect murmured.

"Xiaoyao!!" The blood-colored young man looked ugly.

"Xiaoyao!" Outside the stone tablet, the lonely boat spoke softly.

"Xiaoyao..." The young lady holding her knees and lowering her head in her mask raised her head and burst into tears to smile.

"Mingdao, the palm of the Tao, two steps can be free!" Wang Baole swung his sleeves and stepped into the starry sky. At this moment, his cultivation exploded with a bang, Dao's heart... Mingdao!
Chapter completed!