When the figure turned sideways, Qi Wuhuo's expression slowly froze.

There was a hint of hesitation in his eyes——

He "saw" that at the end of countless Taoist rhymes, there was a Taoist who looked like an ordinary middle-aged person, with gray hair and calm and gentle eyes. However, at the deepest level of this gentleness, there was an indifference that was close to the limit. He was wearing a Taoist robe and had a gilded scabbard at his waist, holding an extremely gorgeous long sword.

That wasn't his teacher, at least not from the looks of it.

But he seemed to be his teacher.

The essence of that true spiritual energy seems to be the same.

The figure's sight seemed to span the eternal sky.

I don't know if it's because even the records of the Tao rhyme from the [Root of One] cannot isolate the "self" of the Supreme Taoist Heavenly Master, or if it's because of the existence of a trace of Tao rhyme on Qi Wuhuo's body at this moment that allows him to see through the long river of time to a certain extent and meet the eyes of the existence of Yuqing level.

The long river of time flows unceasingly, and it is consistent with destiny. Between these two paths, the ordinary people are all gray, except for the character of Yu Qing, which is vivid and real even in the passage of time. Although Qi Wuhuo only got a ray of it, it made him different.

At this moment, this Taoist priest clearly has the aura of a teacher, but it seems not to be that old man. He lowered his eyes and said gently:

"Are you my disciple in the future?"

"Strange, why did I suddenly have this dream?"

He spread his five fingers, as if trying to figure something out, and clenched them slightly.

A terrifying force shook the place, causing the record of the Dao rhyme that came from the origin of one to shake slightly.

Ripples appeared one after another.

Then, the middle-aged Taoist understood everything in an instant, raised his eyebrows slightly, and said with a smile:

"So that's how it is. I am now a false thing formed by the many Dao rhymes recorded by the Taiyi Source, like a flower in a mirror or a moon in the water. At best, it is just my afterimage, but the Taiyi Source does not know that my afterimage and I are both me."

"The so-called origin of oneness is closest to the Tao, and it is nothing more than this."

The middle-aged Taoist had a gentle tone, and in this respect, he was the same as the old man.

But hidden beneath this gentleness, the kind of indifference and arrogance that looks down on the world and disregards everything is completely different from the old man's indifference and peacefulness.

Domineering, indifferent, and cold.

Closest to the Tao.

That's all!

With a sweep of his sleeves, this magical power spread out.

The middle-aged Taoist asked directly in a gentle tone:

"So, what are you trying to do by spying on my back?"

Qi Wuhuo answered frankly: "I just want to see where the teacher's path is heading."

The middle-aged Taoist said calmly: "Road? My way is not your way."

"But if you want to ask me which direction I want to go, I can tell you."

"But before that, you have to show your skills."

The middle-aged Taoist priest seemed to have stepped into Qi Wuhuo's dream, and ripples arose endlessly. In this dream, there were pavilions and towers, and all kinds of wonderful scenery, extremely luxurious, beyond the imagination of ordinary people. The middle-aged Taoist priest wore a dark gold Taoist robe, and his facial features were extremely gentle, but with an indifferent charm. He sat cross-legged and said:

"Come on, let's discuss this."

“Although the future is still uncertain, the changes in the various Dao rhymes are still worth appreciating.”

"My name is Kaihuang Mojie."

"Let me see if the future world is truly free of disasters."

"Also, let me see your skills and abilities."

The man who placed the gilded sword horizontally on his knees smiled slightly, but his eyes were indescribably calm and indifferent: "It is up to my future self to accept you as a disciple."

"At this moment, I have not yet agreed."

"Are you qualified to be my disciple? Now, let me give it a try..."

"Please, my friend."

…

After bidding farewell to Daluotian and Yuxu Yuanshi Tianzun, Taishang Daozu walked alone at the limit of Dao, constantly moving forward. Every time he had an extraordinary understanding, he had always been calm and peaceful, but today he had a different feeling.

The old man paused, stroked his beard, and looked down at the ripples on the water. He looked at the traces of Dao Yun. Suddenly he was surprised, shook his head and laughed, "I laughed at Shangqing last time, but now I can't escape it either. Is it the shadow left on the origin?"

"Never mind, never mind, but it can be considered an opportunity for Wuhuo."

The old man didn't care about these things and just let them change and develop.

As for his past state, since it really existed, there was no need to cover it up or hide it. He just said with a somewhat amusing tone and gentle eyes, "I was quite proud of myself at that time. Let's see what you can understand and gain from it, Wuhuo..."

"When we meet someday, please talk to me about it."

The old man continued to move forward step by step.

In the human world, Fuxi found that the Taoist closed his eyes and fainted. He was shocked at first, thinking that it was his own doing. After all, he was too arrogant, and the boy was seriously injured by the backlash. He raised his hand and brushed across his spirit platform, and felt that his breath was stable, then he breathed a sigh of relief.

No, no.

The tone is still there.

He immediately comforted the Queen beside him:

"My mind is clear and bright, which seems like enlightenment."

"Both my soul and my true spirit are very stable. It's fine."

"Don't worry, I'll take him to heal his wounds right away. Awa, you don't have to worry too much about him, ahahaha."

Before Queen Nuwa got angry, Fuxi stretched out his hand and picked up the Taoist next to him.

Then he slipped away at lightning speed, and in the blink of an eye, he had gone very far away. He raised his hands and pressed them on his shoulders, transmitting his vital energy for a while, but the Taoist couldn't wake up. He wanted to break through his soul, but he sensed a faint and ethereal air in his soul, which suppressed him. He couldn't get in. If he forced his way in, there would be consequences.

Looking at the sleeping Taoist for a moment, Fuxi felt as if he was unable to speak. He gritted his teeth and wished he could wake him up directly.

Do you want to see the final reflection of the Three Pure Ones directly?

Isn’t that the state that guy was in before he transcended?

Boy, boy, you have a really big appetite!

Very good, you are worthy of being the disciple of Tai Shang.

You kid, you really want both, right?

Good, good, good!

…

Qi Wuhuo had been talking with the middle-aged Taoist in his spiritual platform for several days and nights, from practicing breathing to experiencing experiences, and from this to that, they all discussed the Tao. Qi Wuhuo, who inherited and learned the Supreme Tao and walked out of his own direction, had different opinions on many things with the teacher in front of him who called himself [Kaihuang Mojie].

At the end of the discussion, Kaihuang Mojie Tianzun lowered his eyes, held the sword in his hand, and said calmly:

"I see. This is what I will look like in the future."

"Not only did he stop pursuing the evil spirit, but he also created a new Taoist formula to pass on the Taoist teachings to the common people?"

"It's a little interesting, it's not something I would do."

“But it is normal to imagine. If I have been practicing for a long time and have not seen any changes, it would be a pity. But I am curious about what I have experienced at this moment to have such a change.” Kaihuang Mojie Tianzun smiled and said:

"However, your presence here seems to prove that my current approach has failed."

The last calamity of Kaihuang, with this body as the incarnation of the last calamity, will eventually destroy all living things and recreate chaos.

It seems that this approach has failed, or at least it has not reached the end.

Qi Wuhuo hesitated for a moment, but still asked:

"Now that you know you have failed, do you still want to continue?"

Kaihuang Mojie smiled calmly and said, "Of course, because I am who I am."

"During this period of time, my experiences, my heart of Tao, and my understanding of all things all led me to make this decision. This decision may not be right or wrong. I may later feel that I was too extreme and often regret it. I may even wonder if I would have made a different choice."

“But going back to the past.”

"At that time, in that environment, I would still make the same decision."

“Everyone has their own path to take.”

"In fact, it is like this at every stage. In this life, whether this path is right or wrong, good or bad, can only be judged at the end. This is true for you, me, and all living things."

The voice of Kaihuang Mojie Tianzun paused, then he laughed and said, "Although I don't know how you went to the Taiyi Origin Land and obtained so many Dao rhymes, but after seeing my back, you only chatted with me for a few days. What we talked about was of no benefit to you, which is a pity."

"Isn't this too much of a loss for you?"

His eyes were calm and indifferent as he glanced at the Taoist in front of him. He seemed to see a sharp and fierce aura in his eyes. He smiled and said, "Okay, since you are my disciple, you are qualified to talk like this for a day. So... then I... no, I should say I am your teacher now."

"I will just give you a chance."

He picked up the sword that was placed horizontally in front of him and said leisurely: "I see that your cultivation has not yet reached the state of perfection. Your foundation is not strong enough. The wisp of [Control] Qi is only there and not there, like an external object that cannot stay in this body for a long time."

"It would be of no benefit to tell you the truth you desire at this moment."

"So, wait until your realm is completely stable, and then go to the Ninth Heaven."

"I should leave behind a temporary palace, or a place for alchemy. I thought about it and called it [Tushita Palace]. After you ascend to heaven, go to various places and look for this Tushita Palace. I will leave all the directions of my practice, the so-called [self-extreme and transcendental], there, so that you and I can have a chance to discuss the Tao."

"As for this gift that has been missed for eternity, when you can get it is up to you."

"Also, if I eventually gain new insights and find a more distant path."

"I can give you a sword."

Kaihuang Mojie Tianzun smiled and raised the sword in his hand.

The sword had a slender blade and a gilded scabbard, which was extremely luxurious, yet it also had a sharpness that didn't quite match the luxury. The pair of eyes that had been infinitely indifferent from beginning to end stared at the future disciple in front of him, and smiled and said, "After all, in my opinion, you should still be short of a sword, right?"

Qi Wuhuo was stunned.

At the end of the Kaihuang era, he stood up, turned around and left calmly.

He is extremely relaxed and free, completely different from the old man's gentle and mellow personality.

"It's been a long time since we met tonight. There's no point in talking any more, so I'm leaving now."

"later……"

He paused and smiled:

"No, I am the last one to you, and you are the first one. When this shore and the other shore finally meet, we will meet again."

And the moment he left Qi Wuhuo's dream, he held the sword in one hand and slashed it horizontally backwards with the scabbard. Even the many information and Taoist rhymes recorded in the [Origin of One] were shattered at this moment. The middle-aged Taoist with a jade crown and hair tied up and an extraordinary clear appearance turned sideways, his eyes deep and indifferent.

Having this kind of experience once is enough.

It is enough to comfort my heart!

But there is no need to leave yourself any room to explore the future.

With such determination, he was determined to follow the Tao. When he shattered the record of Taiyi's origin, he also threw away his own records and memories of the matter.

Tai Shang is the purest practitioner of Tao. For him, knowing his own future path is a comfort.

However, it is more important to stay firm on your own path and not be affected.

…

The first years of ancient times.

On this blue stone, there was a Taoist sleeping with a sword in his arms. Birds were singing quietly and all things were natural. Suddenly he opened his eyes, swung the dark golden sword with its scabbard, and shattered the sword light of another blue sword. Then he brought the two swords together and in an instant, the sword intent that was no less powerful than that of the sword of calamity spread out violently, breaking the sword formation of the calamity swords into pieces.

The Taoist priest, wearing a dark gold Taoist robe and with a noble temperament, raised his eyes.

There was still some daze in his eyes.

I feel as if I am about to wake up from a long dream!

Taoist Yuchen said calmly with a cold expression:

"During the last calamity of Kaihuang, are you sleeping?"

"What a slack job!"

Kaihuang Mojie Tianzun said calmly: "It was probably a dream."

"What did you dream about?"

"What did you dream about? I have forgotten. It seems to be a disciple?"

Kaihuang Mojie Tianzun had begun to change at this moment. He was no longer obsessed with things and just said lightly: "I have forgotten all the details. I just suddenly felt that I might have a very good disciple in the future."

"And it seems that I promised him in my dream that I would leave him something. If I could achieve my goal one day, it would be a gift."

"disciple?"

"My sword will be superior to yours."

The young Taoist with a cold face said proudly: "My disciple must be superior to you!"

"At that time, you should inherit my sword tactics and poetry name."

"I will continue to walk among all living things, and spread this path that is only mine to all living things."

A young man on one side crossed his arms and said indifferently:

"Twelve."

"What?"

"I said, I will have twelve disciples, each of whom will be a great hero."

Kaihuang Mojie Tianzun said calmly: "Okay."

"At that time, I will let you be my disciple."

"We will compete again to determine who is better. At that time, we will invite all the gods of the world to compete."

“Watch it together!”