Chapter 142: The rise and fall of the world depends on his thoughts. ...

At the invitation of fortune teller Li Zhou, the brides who were once sacrifices to the female goddess left their hiding caves and joined in this seafood feast.

Li Zhou is a good child who knows how to share.

The brides looked up and saw that half of the branches and leaves of the thick sacred tree were gone, and it looked so flat as if it had been chopped off by a sharp knife.

These branches and leaves became firewood and were thrown into the furnace under the stove by Master Xie.

No one knew where the stove came from, and it exuded a sense of sorrow, as if it had been dug out of its grave after death and continued to work.

Whether it is the sacred tree, the stove, or the sizzling seafood, they all exude a palpitating aura of high status.

However, this aura was suppressed by themselves. When the brides lost their focus, the sacred tree, stove, and seafood became ordinary mortal things again.

The brides seemed to nod their heads at every leaf, every inch of the stove, and every seafood: Yes, we are so ordinary.

Teacher Xie greeted us warmly: "I caught all of them myself, eat more, you're welcome."

The brides hesitantly picked up the chopsticks made from the sacred tree, picked up a browned fish fillet, and under the gaze of fortune teller Li Zhou, they made up their minds, closed their eyes, and swallowed it.

The first feeling was hotness, and the second feeling was freshness. After just one mouthful, a layer of sweat appeared on my forehead. My dantian felt extremely hot, as if a small stove was lit, and warmth flowed through my limbs.

Even the brides who were not in a clear mind could feel this feeling of ecstasy.

The flesh of gods is naturally a great tonic, and mortals should not be able to enjoy it, but isn’t Master Xie here?

Since she said it was edible, I just ate this divine meat.

Those who eat people should always be prepared to be eaten.

The brides stretched out their chopsticks one after another and began to bite the delicious food fiercely.

Li Zhou first nodded with satisfaction. Her cooking skills are really good. Look how deliciously everyone is eating.

Seeing how fast everyone was eating, I was suddenly shocked and hurried to catch up. If I didn’t hurry up, I would have nothing to eat.

In the furnace, the charcoal fire burned more vigorously. Occasionally, some sensible seafood would turn over on their own initiative for fear that they would get burnt.

The brides were so busy eating that they didn't notice Wan Niang, who was floating in the air, seemed to be hesitant to speak. She glanced at Li Zhou's expression, as if making the ingredients herself was not a big deal.

This is really...

She silently swallowed what she wanted to say and glanced at the cloudless sky.

Thor couldn't stand the scene and was scared away.

After eating and drinking, Li Zhou put out the charcoal fire in the stove and was about to leave when he suddenly heard a few timid calls.

"Mother Goddess," the voice came from the foot, saying anxiously, "please listen to my request."

Li Zhou lowered his head, looked left and right, but didn't see anyone.

She thought she was hallucinating and was about to leave when she heard another voice: "Mother Goddess, praise your kindness."

This time, the sound seemed closer.

Li Zhou searched patiently for a long time and finally found the source of the sound.

A flower beside the altar, with lavender flowers, yellow stamens, and slender stems, hanging like a calyx.

A thin film of water vapor covers the flowers, which adds a hazy beauty to the petals.

Li Zhou came forward and looked at it carefully for a while. His eyes passed through the thin film and he found that every petal was full of mystery.

There are seven petals in total, three of which are covered with dew, two are covered with a layer of dust, and the remaining two are covered with a crystal clear and sticky spider web.

Around the dewdrops, there are scattered mud dots of various sizes, and dark green vegetation grows on each of them. Near the mud dots, there are buildings of uniform style and undulating heights. Groups of little people come in and out, some are turning the seeds in the fields, some are studying tools, and some are practicing in strange postures.

The two dusty petals no longer had this bustling scene. There were only a few scattered little men carrying goods on their shoulders, moving forward with difficulty. It seemed that they were going to cross the "desert" and transport the goods to the neighboring "land".

The two petals covered with spider silk looked even more desolate. No one could be seen in one of the petals, while a tall tower stood in the other petal. The voice Li Zhou heard came from the top of the tower.

A little person in a black robe stood on the top of the tower, with her eyes tightly closed, but a vertical pupil split open in the middle of her forehead. At this moment, she looked at Li Zhou with this vertical pupil and shouted, "Mother Goddess!"

Her voice trembled slightly because of Li Zhou's pause: "You saw me, Mother Goddess!"

Li Zhou blinked in surprise and stood up. He heard the little man's voice fade away, and the purple flower returned to its original appearance. It was hazy and he couldn't see the land, desert, or buildings...

She lowered her head again and moved her eyes closer, and her gaze passed through the thin film of water vapor that separated the two worlds and saw the world of flowers.

"I beg you," the black-robed man was afraid that she would leave, so he made a gesture that she couldn't understand under her gaze, and his tone became bolder, "I beg you to let me be by your side, to devote my whole body and soul to serve you."

Li Zhou understood and replied, "You mean you want me to pick this flower?"

The little man lives in the flower, and if he wants to stay with her, he can only pick the flower.

The black-robed villain was startled.

…

The Ziying Continent is divided into seven parts, three of which have holy pools that provide water, fertile land that can be cultivated, and a safe living environment. The other four parts are endless deserts and gray forests full of traps.

Civilization was born 30,000 years ago. People multiplied and grew around the sacred pool. As the population grew, the carrying capacity of the land gradually reached its limit, and in some places the purple foundation had already been dug.

Wise men foresaw the future of the land and the sacred pool drying up, and began to search for a way out when all else was left.

Some people have suggested drilling into the center of the continent. That piece of yellow land is the deepest known area and may contain inexhaustible resources, but every time you get close, you will be deprived of your breath by the toxic dust.

Some people also proposed exploring to the edge of the continent. Someone once passed through the fog and reached the far north. Perhaps those people’s cultivation was not enough and they only saw the abyss of nothingness. Later generations should continue to move forward. They will surely reach the other side of eternity by crossing the nothingness.

The school that Ling belongs to is a minority group known as heretics. The founder of the school claims that the Ziying Continent is not a native civilization and that the distribution of resources on the seven continents has obvious traces of artificial creation.

The birth of the Ziying people is not a miracle of life at all, but a game played on the spur of the moment by some god.

The sacred pools and lands dried up when the gods forgot about this continent.

If they want to continue the civilization of the Ziying people, they can only pray to the Mother Goddess wholeheartedly and ask her to take them to her kingdom of God.

This theory was opposed by all scholars. The Ziying people were good at thinking and had a strong learning atmosphere. People had long realized that there were no gods in this world and that the development of civilization depended on knowledge and technology, not the gift of the Mother Goddess.

Ling and her teacher were besieged by various schools and had to move to the seldom-visited Gray Forest. The vicious sticky branches killed the elderly teacher, and Ling had to build a high tower and live alone in it.

Through the secret method passed down by the school, she tamed a small bird that fed on the poisonous dust in the center of the continent and produced a sweet food.

Ling makes a living from this. Except for eating and sleeping, she stands on the top of the tower all the time, repeating the ritual of praying for the descent of God day after day.

Sometimes, her voice would travel far away, and people who heard it would close their windows and cover their ears in fear, for fear that their brains would be polluted by this heresy.

Ling knows how much others hate her, but she never cares because she knows that the truth may not be in the hands of the majority.

That day, she recited on the top of the tower as usual. Although she did not have much hope in her heart, she still did it very seriously.

Only pious rituals can make one's voice reach the ears of the gods. Ling carefully followed the teacher's teachings and used her vertical pupils to constantly scan the hazy sky.

Just when she felt hungry and wanted to go back to her room to eat, her eye, which was peeking into the sky, saw an extra eye in the eternal and unchanging sky.

The eye was extremely huge, as if covered with a layer of light mist, containing a mystery that no one could fathom. The layers of black expanded and contracted unsteadily, occupying the entire sky.

Ling almost couldn't breathe, but soon fell into ecstasy. She called out to the Mother Goddess more devoutly. Her eyes were full of tolerance and kindness. Who else could it be but the Mother Goddess?

The Mother Goddess did not answer her, but pulled away from her sight.

She thought her voice must not be loud enough or her expression clear enough, so when the Mother Goddess looked at her for the second time, she hurriedly spoke out her request loudly.

She wanted to go to the Mother Goddess to see if her truth was correct.

Although she has always firmly believed in herself, the fact is that she has not found any actual evidence over the years.

This time, Ling got a response from the Mother Goddess.

She didn't expect that she could get the Mother Goddess's permission so easily. The other party had not put forward any conditions. The evil spirits in horror legends must take something from people.

She also didn't expect that after the Mother Goddess agreed, the solution she proposed was to take away the entire Ziying Continent.

Based on the school's commentary on the oracle, Ling believes that the "flower" mentioned by the Mother Goddess refers to the continent.

Is this the merciful Mother Goddess? She loves people like she loves her own children and unconditionally satisfies the demands of the world.

Ling should have tears in her eyes, she found a way out for everyone in the future.

But somehow, as she looked into God's misty eyes, her heart seemed to be pinched by a hand.

She felt a fear that the situation was out of control and worried about the consequences of agreeing to this for no reason.

Going to the Mother Goddess was her and her teacher's lifelong dream, but...

She opened her mouth, but the word "OK" seemed to be stuck in her throat and she couldn't utter it.

However, the gods did not actually need her consent to do anything.

The Mother Goddess withdrew from her sight again, and just when Ling thought that She was disappointed and left because of her attitude, the ground beneath her feet suddenly began to shake.

She initially thought there was something wrong with the tower itself, but soon discovered that the ground outside the window was shaking as well.

She shuddered and suddenly realized that it was the Mother Goddess who was "picking flowers".

God's actions caused an earthquake on the Ziying Continent. Some people slid into the abyss of nothingness at the edge of the continent, some fell into the center of the continent filled with poisonous dust, and many people lost their relatives and friends forever.

As for the rest of the people, they received the blessing from heaven in their sorrow.

…

The fortune teller Li Zhou grasped the stem of the small purple flower and pulled it out by the roots, along with the surrounding soil.

She looked around.

Find a flowerpot and transplant the small flower into it, and then the little man will always be by your side.

Where are the flower pots?

When the brides saw that she was going to plant flowers, they hurried back to their residence and got a washbasin and some clean water.

Li Zhou planted the small purple flowers in a pot and sprinkled some water on them.

She was busy transplanting the flowers and didn't notice that several brides were staring at the human figure on the ground that had turned into a pool of pus in a daze.

These are the descendants of gods conceived in their bellies, who were possessed by the Heavenly Lord and then abandoned.

The human form could not withstand the divine power and melted after the divine power was taken away.

The nominal fathers treated them as tools from the beginning to the end, and the brides, as mothers, could only sprinkle some dirt on them and let them rest in peace as soon as possible.

Even the so-called descendants of gods will end up being reduced to dust, and no gods will care about them.

They looked up at Teacher Xie who was concentrating on serving the little purple flower.

He is also one of these gods.

…

Wan Niang helped Li Zhou hold the flower pot and floated steadily behind her.

Li Zhou suddenly realized that he had not completed the simulation mission this time, so he quickly changed his ways and prepared to return to Wangjia Village.

After fortune teller Xie Lingwei's father arrived in Wangjia Village, he disappeared, and soon after that Xie Lingwei's family financial situation plummeted.

Her teacher calculated that this was an act of some evil being who deliberately tampered with her fate.

Who, who wants to harm her?

Li Zhou was so angry that he felt extremely involved in the situation. With a gloomy face, he started his journey back home.

However, just as she approached the mudflats, she was stopped by a group of sirens emitting a foul smell.

These demons crawled out of the mud and stared at Li Zhou gloomily.

The brides following behind looked at each other, feeling a little embarrassed for a moment, not knowing whether they should persuade them not to seek death.

Although these "neighbors" are not friendly, they are kind. It would be hard to bear to see them being roasted on the iron plate by Master Xie.

After all, these monsters are not very hygienic. What if they dirty Master Xie's hands?

The brides frowned, but Li Zhou was completely unaware of the tension in the air. He took it for granted that the other party wanted to keep him and play for a while longer.

Generally, when visiting someone's home, the host always has to negotiate with the guest, otherwise his hospitality will not be shown.

Li Zhou said with great understanding: "There is no need to try to keep me. We will meet again if we are destined to." If she had not been full, she might have stayed a little longer.

The brides looked at her oddly.

The fish, shrimps, and turtles, standing upright and covered in rotten mud and emitting a foul odor, looked at each other and said in a muffled voice, "Sir, we just want to ask you a question."

"Ask."

"Excuse me..." the sirens and sea monsters asked cautiously, "...Do you think we look like humans?"

“…”

Are you trying to get permission to convert people?

The brides looked even weirder.

This island filled with demons and evil gods has always lived on offerings from the surrounding mortals. How could they not enjoy this unearned life, but instead become mortals and suffer hardships?

Before they could figure it out, Teacher Xie nodded casually and said nonchalantly, "Yes."

Following this response, the monsters wrapped in the dark mud all smiled as wide as their temples.

The mud on their bodies melted as if it had life and flowed to the ground. The fish, shrimps and turtle heads hidden in them looked like kneaded clay figures. The facial features of the figures gradually became clearer and their standing postures became more natural.

They stretched out their long limbs, their joints made crackling sounds, and they saluted with their arms crossed with an expression of joy. Although dark gray scales and sticky spider-web-like liquid were still left on their bodies, at first glance, they could no longer be seen as monsters.

"Thank you, sir." The demons who had successfully transformed into humans all bowed down and said from the bottom of their hearts, "Sir, if you say 'image', we will be spared from a thousand years of hard training. We will build a statue for you, build a temple, and pray for you and recite sutras every day."

Hearing this, one of the brides couldn't help but asked, "Why do you want to become human?"

The demon was startled, glanced at Li Zhou, and replied vaguely: "It's just the trend of the times."

What is the general trend? Thanking the teacher is the general trend.

These brides don’t know that the demons who are still alive at this moment are not the most powerful ones on the island.

No matter how high your Taoism is, what does it compare to the female gods and the celestial beings?

The demons that did not die when Master Xie took action had only one thing in common, that was they were good at calculating the secrets of heaven.

The secret at this moment told them that if they didn't want to grow up, they would have to go to the table.

Only by becoming a human being can you escape this disaster.

As expected, after Master Xie acknowledged that they looked like humans, the death calamity that was looming over them dissipated.

The look from Teacher Xie also made them feel more at ease.

Although Li Zhou, who was full, didn't want to have a second meal, it didn't matter if he had another meal.

She herself did not realize that, at first, she looked at the demons with some eagerness, but after she found that they had transformed into humans, she lost interest in this regard.

She was reminded by these transformed demons that she had forgotten to do something.

The land that the Duotian Sect has set foot on must naturally abide by the rules of the Duotian Sect.

The fortune teller Li Zhou broke off a branch and wrote two lines of words crookedly in the mud:

【Whoever kills shall be put to death.】

【Cannibals, tribe.】

After the two lines were written, the demons, evil gods, and people in the East China Sea and on the islands all felt that they were bound by an invisible rule.

The man who was preparing a sacrifice to the evil god suddenly stabbed himself in the chest with a knife.

The evil god who was enjoying the sacrifice in the temple suddenly fell to the ground.

The five words "Duotian Sect establishes rules" rolled across the cultivators' minds like thunder.

The moment the rules are established, violators are immediately punished.

The brides were startled. They wanted to take this opportunity to follow Master Xie and leave, but they started to whisper to each other. Since mortals can already live here, maybe...

A woman was chosen to come forward and walked in front of the physiognomist Li Zhou, saying respectfully, "Since Your Excellency intends to bring this island into the sect, we are willing to guard the island for the sect."

In this way, they can guard their master's grave so that she won't be too lonely in the underground.

Li Zhou naturally accepted the offer. This was a disciple who came right to him.

She gave each of them a copper coin, and told them to hold the coin and silently recite her name if they had any problems. Then, she got on the lonely boat that the transformed demons had found, and set out on the journey back to the village alone.

The brides looked at Master Xie's receding figure and silently blessed her in their hearts, but they didn't know that their identity as a disciple of the Duotian Sect was something that many people were desperately seeking but unable to obtain.

At the foot of Xili Mountain, some people have been waiting anxiously for months, but have not even been able to enter the mountain gate.

Other sects recruit disciples based on bloodline, aptitude, or character, but Li Zhou's Duotian Sect only cares about the word "fate".

…

Accepting disciples requires fate, and the same is true for spiritual practice.

Baby Li Zhou came back from his trip. The bee man with a ticket on his shoulder flew to the window in shock, feeling that he knew too many secrets that he shouldn't know.

Li Zhou was looking at a necklace bead that had rolled to the ground, and thought of Master Lechen who had not gone home with him, and he seemed to have realized something.

Life is indeed a short journey, and people may get off at any time. Ordinary people like her must cherish every day and the people around them.

As soon as Yue Niang picked up the necklace beads, she felt the affectionate gaze of the baby Li Zhou. Before she could even look up, she was pushed out of the door by a gentle force.

The door closed automatically, and a faint, bright light shone through her puzzled eyes.

She wanted to go forward and see what happened to Zhou'er, and when she raised her foot, she saw a shadow at her feet.

The sun was behind her, but her shadow was to her side, stretching and lengthening, as if to pull her away, reminding her to stay away from this place.

She was stunned for a moment, then suddenly looked up and saw the pale full moon looming in the clouds. Her expression changed several times.

In the room, baby Li Zhou sat cross-legged on the bed with his eyes drooping, in a state of enlightenment.

A prompt pops up on the simulator interface:

[Congratulations, you have realized the true meaning of cultivation and broken through the bottleneck of Danjie! ]

Although Li Zhou's theoretical level was not solid enough, he knew that forming a pill was a big deal.

I heard that he has to survive a thunder tribulation... What if his mother is accidentally affected?

The thoughtful Li Zhou quickly pushed his mother away and went through the tribulation by himself.

Little did she know, Thor had no intention of coming to work.

Although I don’t know what the relationship between baby Li Zhou and Duotian Sect is, I can still feel the mysterious connection.

By then, no one would know whether it would be Li Zhou who would endure the tribulation or him, the God of Thunder, who would endure the tribulation.

"Students, this holiday homework is to protect an egg."

Li Zhou exclaimed, and suddenly a raw egg with a number on it was stuffed into his palm.

She held the egg and could vaguely feel the rhythm of life beneath the eggshell. A fragile little life was breathing weakly and its heart was beating rhythmically.

And she only needed to use a little force to crush it, watching the egg liquid flow, and her anger also flowed away.

Li Zhou raised his head and looked at the teacher. The teacher was wearing simple clothes, with very short hair and a stubble on his scalp. He looked like a monk. He said patiently and gently: "Does Xue Jingzhen have any ideas?"

Li Zhou cleverly said, "Since eggs break so easily, just boil them."

The teacher's face changed and he blurted out: "No!"

"Huh?"

The teacher took a breath and forced a smile: "If you cook the eggs, they won't hatch chicks. Is this what you really want, Zhou... Jing?"

Li Zhou: "Although no chicks were hatched, they turned into hard-boiled eggs."

The teacher's smile became more forced.

Li Zhou continued, "Cooked eggs are delicious."

“…”

Li Zhou asked with curiosity: "Teacher, is there anything wrong with what I said?"

"...There's nothing wrong with that." The teacher calmed himself down and said patiently, "It's just that if the chicks are hatched and grow into chickens, they can continue to lay eggs, and then... Shizuka will have an endless supply of eggs to eat. One egg or many, many eggs, which one should Shizuka choose?"

Li Zhou thought for a while and said helplessly: "Let's just choose lots and lots of eggs."

As she spoke, she lowered her head again and looked at the egg in her hand.

Since it can’t be cooked, how can we protect it?

Baby Li Zhou looked inward at his dantian and felt that the spiritual energy in the air and the essence of heaven and earth were all gathered there.

The orthodox method of forming the elixir is to use the sky as the cauldron and the earth as the furnace to form the yin and yang qi.

The sky here refers to the human head, and the earth refers to the human belly.

Li Zhou then guided the spiritual energy along the tendons and veins, rotating between the head and abdomen.

In the heaven beyond the heaven, where countless gods reside, ancient gazes stare at the blue planet in the boundless darkness. Even though they have no breath and no heartbeat, some invisible sense of urgency still spreads like a plague.

On the surface of the blue planet, an invisible membrane is undergoing unprecedented changes.

This membrane protected the planet for a long time, but has been weakening over the past few thousand years.

More and more gods from outer space can penetrate this defense, infiltrate their power into the planet, attract believers, strengthen anchor points, feed back to themselves, and enhance their strength, authority, and status.

However, at this moment, under the will of the master of the universe, this membrane began to strengthen for the first time.

The sun in the east and the moon in the west shine together, and pure white yin and yang energy rises up and gently merges into the invisible membrane, warming and strengthening it.

It’s not that there are no gods who want to interrupt this abominable change and disrupt the nurturing process, but in the highest and farthest reaches of the boundless universe, the eyes of the master of the universe are watching here and never leave for a moment.

This gaze, just a silent gaze, was enough to make many gods tremble with fear.

Below the Heavenly Lord, the most arrogant gods only dare to try to grab some power when He is napping. Who dares to do anything against His will under His watchful eye?

Although at this moment, His true body is still sleeping among the quiet stars.

The God of Gods dozing on the star-surrounded throne was nothing more than an illusion cast in His dream.

And this gaze at the universe comes from an incarnation of the phantom walking in the mortal world.

The failed gods and Buddhas have already provided valuable experience for the gods. Even such an illusory incarnation is not a supreme being that they can offend.

Perhaps, the strongest one among them can.

But now, Tianzun had no idea where to hide to lick his new wounds.

The gods, who always claimed to mortals that they were omnipotent, became more and more frightened when they thought of this.

The baby Li Zhou was afraid that he would go insane, so he stared at the circulation of spiritual energy without blinking.

She did not think about the fact that she had never studied the Eight Extraordinary Meridians seriously, nor did she know what "nature is like a clear mirror" and "returning light to the quiet radiance" meant. If she had continued to practice as she pleased, she would have gone astray, she would have done so long ago.

Historically, only humans have worried about being possessed by demons. There is no reason for demons to worry about that.

In the classroom, Li Zhou found a sponge and gestured, thinking that it should be enough to wrap an egg.

Since eggs are fragile, why not just give them a protective shell?

Li Zhou secretly praised herself for her intelligence, but she didn't notice that the teacher next to her saw her holding the egg and turning it over and over, studying how to wrap it, and a layer of cold sweat had already appeared on her forehead.

When her hand shook and the egg rolled out of the sponge, rolling several times before stopping at the edge of the table, the teacher finally couldn't bear it anymore, picked it up and said, "Let me keep it for you first."

"Um."

Li Zhou readily agreed. She had already measured the size of the eggs and knew how big the protective shell should be.

"Teacher, why do you care so much about this egg?" Li Zhou asked curiously while doing handicrafts. "Even if it breaks, we can go to the supermarket and buy a new one."

The teacher's mouth twitched and his face was worried. He reminded: "The assignment requires you to protect this one. If it breaks, the assignment will fail."

Li Zhou advised her, "Don't be so rigid."

The teacher stared at Li Zhou's profile for a while, and whispered, "But I, the teacher, only have this one egg. No matter how good the other eggs are, they are not mine."

After she finished speaking, she looked at Li Zhou's reaction.

Li Zhou was already immersed in the task of making the protective shell and did not hear her words.

Baby Li Zhou saw an ellipsoidal object vaguely appearing in his dantian.

Spiritual energy poured in continuously like a trickle of water, and the essence of heaven and earth floated in the air and penetrated silently.

The ellipsoid radiated brilliant light, rotating and gradually becoming solid.

Seeing that the golden elixir was about to condense successfully, Li Zhou felt a sense of relief in every part of his body. Suddenly, black spots appeared inside the golden elixir, and a resistance force was transmitted.

The Golden Elixir Way cultivates the unity of man and heaven and earth, but now, heaven and earth do not agree.

Since the Thunder God didn't dare to bring down the thunder disaster, heaven and earth took action themselves.

On the surface of the blue planet, the invisible membrane that was absorbing the yin and yang energy to repair and strengthen itself was attacked by heaven and earth.

A series of fierce gusts of wind hit the film like raging waves in the ocean. The light of the sun and the moon in the east and west flickered under this impact. The shrieks in the void echoed, attracting the mortals on the ground to stop.

Mortals cannot hear the sounds from outer space, but they can feel the pain in their eardrums, dizziness, and instability.

The people who were cheering for the Duotian Sect's victory over Tianzun fell into anxiety again.

Everyone feels that they are hated by God and that their existence is a mistake.

"What sin have we committed? God, please let us know why we treat people like this?"

"The idea that God is merciful to all is fake, all fake."

"God wants to destroy me, what can I do?"

Although they were not physically harmed, the tortured people were on the verge of mental breakdown.

The rioters surrounding the palace dispersed spontaneously, and the surroundings fell into a suffocating silence.

Faced with tangible enemies, people still have the courage to fight to the death.

But under this invisible rejection from the heaven and earth itself, everyone felt hopeless.

The emperor subconsciously wanted to consult the head of the Demon Hunting Department. Chi Yangzi was undoubtedly the most authoritative person in this regard.

The "Great Zhou Treasure Scroll" he held could always predict the world situation in a timely and accurate manner.

Although the emperor would joke with him from time to time, he never ignored his opinions.

The spy placed next to Chi Yangzi came back soon. The spy, who had been trained since childhood, should have remained calm in the face of any event. However, at this moment, his face was heavy and his tone was hesitant: "Chi Yangzi... has ascended."

The emperor raised his eyes and stared at the spy's face. If it was as the legend said, with the three flowers gathering at the top of his head, the five qi converging to the origin, and the clouds rising to the sky, his expression and tone would not be the same as they are now.

What terrible thing happened to Chi Yangzi again?

As expected, as soon as the spy mentioned the scene of Chi Yangzi's ascension, his breathing became rapid, as if there was a pair of eyes staring at him from behind.

"...his head was split into three parts, his chest was open, and his internal organs flew out... fairies with hunched backs and flutes in their hands descended from the sky, probably to take him away...he brought an identical flute with him, as if he had anticipated this..."

"Chi Yangzi held the flute and fought against Tian Zun together with the immortals... After Tian Zun was defeated, he became hunchbacked and had long and thin fingers... After that, he flew into the sky together with the immortals..."

"The Great Zhou Treasure Scroll rolled up by itself and flew back to the Monster Hunting Division. No one can open it again. In the Monster Hunting Division, Chi Yangzi's name has disappeared."

The emperor was startled: "Disappeared?"

The spy nodded with difficulty: "On all the rosters, the column for the head of the department has become blank."

The emperor concentrated in thought for a moment, even though the shrieking echo in the void was also affecting her, making it seem as if there was a hole in her brain, and the whistling strong wind blew through the hole, leaving an unhealable wound.

But she soon came up with a clue and told Pei Shanggong: "Ask the historian to come."

Xin Mengqing, the historian, rushed to the Purple Palace with a pale face.

Pei Shanggong lit some calming incense and rubbed the emperor's solar plexus for the tired-looking emperor, but the effect was better than nothing.

Just as Xin Mengqing was about to salute, the emperor called her back: "Investigate the life story of Chi Yangzi, the leader of the demon department."

"Yes." Xin Mengqing hurriedly took out the corresponding records, but when she turned to the page about Chi Yangzi, she only saw five blank pages.

Xin Mengqing flipped through the book three times. She came from a family of historians and was familiar with the celebrities of this dynasty. Chi Yangzi was an important figure in the leadership of the demon hunters, so how could she leave it blank without writing anything?

The emperor looked at her expression and knew the result: "Did she disappear too?"

Xin Mengqing looked up: "Yes?"

The emperor nodded and told her to step aside. He tapped the table with his knuckles, as if he was talking to someone, or perhaps he was talking to himself: "Chi Yangzi once submitted a secret letter saying that many people in history had been erased. At the time, he speculated that it was the work of the gods, but now it seems that may not be the case."

Xin Mengqing endured the nausea caused by the dizziness and looked into the depths of the hall. In her memory, there was a picture of Taizu Chongzhen hanging in that place, which was to encourage future generations not to forget the hardships of their ancestors in establishing the foundation in the troubled times because of the peace for too long.

Now, the Taizu Chongzhen diagram disappeared in the darkness, and a strong figure walked out from behind the curtain.

Xin Mengqing opened her eyes wide, looking at the face that was becoming clearer and clearer. The face had some similarities with the emperor's, but its temperament had some more brutality and gloom that belonged to troubled times.

The Great Zhou Taizu is alive.

"Plop." The book in Xin Mengqing's hand fell to the ground.

Taizu glanced at her, turned his head, looked at the emperor sitting still on the throne, and smiled: "You are the great-granddaughter of who knows how many generations, and you don't even show courtesy in front of your great-great-grandfather? If outsiders see us, they will laugh at our Gao family for having no manners."

The emperor leaned on the armrest, fear in his eyes, but pure curiosity on his face: "I heard that you ate human flesh to survive. Is this true or false?"

The grandfather and grandson, one looking up with dignity, the other looking down with contempt, they stared at each other for a moment and then both laughed.

"This dog's temper, it seems like she is really my granddaughter."

"How shameless! You are worthy of being called Grandpa."

Xin Mengqing was frightened as she listened nearby, and clenched her pen tightly, feeling at a loss as to what to do.

As a historian, she should have recorded this historic meeting that she witnessed with her own eyes, but Taizu, who had been dead for eight hundred years, came back to life... Is this reasonable?

Could it be that he bribed the King of Hell and never reincarnated?

But what's the point of this?

"Let's talk business." The emperor looked at Taizu unceremoniously. "Now that you have returned to the world, my most trusted right-hand man has disappeared. Does this have anything to do with you? Is this your way of returning to the world and taking back the throne?"

This straightforward questioning made Xin Mengqing feel numb. After thinking about it, she simply sat down and started writing frantically.

Since the emperor dared to let the historian listen in on such secrets, there was nothing she wouldn't dare to record.

Tai Zu was not angry, and hurriedly explained: "Do you think I want to come back? It was because of my old friend who was arrogant and provoked the Supreme. His old nest was destroyed and I had nowhere to go."

He said with a smile: "The palace is so big, you, my great-granddaughter, should be able to support an old man."

"Don't be so frivolous." The emperor heard some clues from his deliberately joking words, "Your old friend is..."

"The Buddha worshipped in Yehe Temple is a Pratyekabuddha." Taizu explained it straightforwardly.

Xin Mengqing, who was writing quickly, paused, and then continued writing with sweat all over his forehead.

It is reasonable that a deceased ancestor is a good friend of the Buddhas of the five major orthodox religions.

At the emperor's urging, Taizu narrated the story from beginning to end about how the Supreme Being killed the Buddha and entered the Pure Land of Pratyekabuddhas, attained enlightenment and replaced the Pratyekabuddhas.

The emperor pondered for a moment and said to Xin Mengqing, "Look up the life stories of Pratyekabuddha and Liaochen."

Xin Mengqing nodded and quickly turned the pages of the book. After a rustling sound of pages turning, the hall fell silent again.

Tai Zu said, "What's wrong? Can't you find it?"

Xin Mengqing glanced at him and didn't dare to answer.

Taizu was startled.

The emperor said in a deep voice: "You answer whatever Taizu asks."

"yes."

After the emperor spoke, Xin Mengqing wiped his sweat, bowed and said, "The records of the life of Pratyekabuddha and Liaochen have also disappeared."

Tai Zu twitched the corners of his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but finally closed his mouth.

The emperor stood up and walked down from the throne, musing: "As expected..."

"What did you think of?" Tai Zu said listlessly.

"The place where Chi Yangzi ascended to should be beside the Supreme Being...all the people and things related to Him will be wiped out of existence."

Tai Zu thought for a moment and said, "You said before that Chi Yangzi discovered that something similar had happened in history..."

“This shows that someone had contacted Him a long time ago.”

The emperor recalled the figures of the Duotian Sect’s genius doctor, swordsman, sect leader, fortune teller, and fox fairy. Could they be one of them?

The cultivation level of the Duotian Sect monks far exceeds that of ordinary practitioners. Is it because of Him?

The emperor ordered Xin Mengqing to check the information of these people again.

She had already prepared herself for the situation to remain blank, but unexpectedly, Xin Mengqing quickly found the relevant records.

Whether it is Xue Jingzhen opening the mountain gate and establishing the Duotian Sect, or the genius doctor Tan Zhao ascending to become an immortal and blessing the four directions, there are clear records.

The emperor pinched his brows, looked at Taizu who seemed to be thinking, and said with a wry smile: "Do you have any clues?"

The emperor was confident that he could hold all the power in this world dominated by evil gods, relying on his authority as a ruler to confer titles on gods and Buddhas.

Therefore, although she did not have profound Taoist skills, she was able to control many practitioners, and all the orthodox religions in the world were under her jurisdiction and obeyed her orders.

But now, she no longer has this confidence. She feels that everything is out of her control. Whether she, as the emperor, does anything or not, it will not affect the world in the slightest.

The center of this world is not the emperor, nor anyone else, but the Supreme Being.

Everything related to Him is erratic and has no regular pattern.

The rise and fall of the world depends on His thoughts.

Then what is the meaning of living? A hundred years of life is nothing but vanity. What mortals pursue, pay, sacrifice, and gain... are all nothing but a big dream!

Seeing that the emperor was already disheartened, Taizu's face became more serious for the first time. He shook his head and said, "I have been in the Pure Land of Pratyekabuddhas for eight hundred years, and I have been eating people every day... Pratyekabuddhas are trapped in that day, and even if they become Buddhas, they cannot be liberated. After I died, they took me there too... He is really a good friend of mine."

The scene that Master Liaochen saw was not an illusion created by the Pratyekabuddha.

He did eat the flesh of his savior in that hall time and time again.

The emperor was stunned, wondering why he suddenly admitted it.

Taizu stood with his hands behind his back looking up at the sky. The sky was bright and clean, without a speck of dust.

"Emperor," he stopped teasing his great-great-granddaughter and said in a deep voice, "We are small and cowardly. We cannot control anything. All we have is the present."

Unable to see the past and the future, and unable to see the truth in the fog, life is like duckweed, and you can only go with the flow forever.

Tai Zu stretched out his hand and touched the sky. It was still far away and he touched nothing. But he laughed and said, "This feeling of uncertainty is still so fascinating."

The emperor standing behind him followed his gaze and saw only a vast expanse of blue. She suddenly realized that the strong feeling of dizziness and the nausea of being rejected by this world had all disappeared.

The desperate crisis was resolved again, but this time, she didn't even know who had done it.

She folded her palms, grasping only a ball of air, and muttered to herself: "Seize the moment..."

Tai Zu turned around and smiled again: "If you don't want to seize the opportunity, you can give the throne to me and I will help you seize it."

Pei Shang Gong, who had been silent, immediately raised her head and glared at him.

Even the Great Zhou Taizu could not say such disrespectful words to Her Majesty.

The emperor glared at Taizu unhappily, and all the anger in his heart disappeared. He no longer worried about whether life had any meaning.

She turned back to the throne and was about to start dealing with the post-disaster relief matters for the people when she was suddenly stunned.

Could it be that the leader of Duotian Sect took away the fake Sui Sword forged by Tianzun in order to recreate the real Sword of Killing Gods?

No matter what kind of connection the Duotian Sect has with the Supreme God, when the real Sui Sword is born, all gods will retreat and the era of humans will come.

Suddenly, the emperor's eyes lit up, and his mind became more determined: Since we are human beings, we should just fight for the present.

In the Li Mansion, after using spiritual energy to flush for a long time, the black spots on the baby, Li Zhou, were finally washed away. He lay back in a big letter shape and breathed a sigh of relief.

She almost thought she was going to form a black pill instead of a golden pill, and she was scared to death.

In the classroom, Li Zhou wrapped the egg with a sponge and, with the help of the teacher, put the egg into the egg pocket of the knitting hook and hung it on his chest.

The teacher reminded him for the hundredth time: "Zhu'er will definitely protect the eggs, right?"

Li Zhou nodded and said, "I'm waiting to hatch the chicks."