The once indifferent and cold ancient god, who had the power and responsibility to create the world, stared at the Taoist in front of him with red eyes. Many strong emotions that should not have appeared in his heart surged and fluctuated, bringing him many unprecedented experiences -

Angry, unwilling, annoyed, and regretful.

And hatred!

The hatred is so strong that it cannot be described in words!

This was not the kind of emotion and fluctuation that should appear on a being like him who was the [Final Manifestation]. This was the human heart, human nature, and the rich emotions that only creatures like the human race could have. However, the Qi Wuhuo in front of him had a hint of indifference, grandeur and magnificence in his original feeling of a living being.

"They are not creatures of this world, but come from the beginning of the next era."

"No creature other than this world can harm him, but even if it is only a creature from this world, it cannot defeat him."

Therefore, the final sword was when Qi Wuhuo transformed his true spirit into a sword, and with one sword he brought down the final calamity upon this world.

The rest of the innate gods and demons are all of the same origin as him. As long as this ancient god who is in charge of the creation of the world at the end of the catastrophe is still in the state of "in the next era", then these gods and demons connected to his origin will be in a state of neither death nor life.

Since it has never been born, it cannot die.

When Qi Wuhuo slew the final ancient god and brought him down into this world, this characteristic naturally disappeared.

Therefore, the rest of the gods and demons can be killed.

As a price, Qi Wuhuo and the ancient god responsible for the creation of the world were in an extremely mysterious state. The two were connected in energy, and their existences seemed bound together. They sat opposite each other like yin and yang, difficult to separate freely, like two poles, or like they were discussing the Tao with each other, and they had some slight influence on each other.

This ancient god of creation has many emotions and feelings of living beings in this world.

In contrast, the Taoist's aura and spirit had a slightly desolate and heavy feeling.

The ancient god tried to control himself and tried to break free from the Taoist in front of him, but he had a feeling that the greater the power he used, the power on the Taoist's side would also increase accordingly. Therefore, he knew that the two sides were in a state of balance, and the yin and yang were constantly rotating. It was not something that could be broken free by brute force alone, not to mention -

The ancient god's huge soul raised its eyes slightly and glanced over.

Seeing the Three Pure Ones standing separately behind Qi Wuhuo opposite him, faintly exuding a sense of heaviness and majesty. After all, these three are detached, pure and lofty. When the era change started before, although they could take a step back and show the posture of a certain period of time in the past, their essence is still transcendent.

At this moment, he has returned to his original form, and his strength is even more perfect than when he was in his three past forms.

"The Three Pure Ones, the Supreme Daode, the Jade Pure One, and the Supreme Pure One."

The ancient god looked at the three Taoist ancestors in front of him. Although the Three Pure Ones were powerful, they had been detached and gone too far before, so they should not have interfered in the change of eras.

Now he and Qi Wuhuo are in a balance of power, like the flow of yin and yang, and the qi is one.

If he did not separate himself and Qi Wuhuo, the Three Pure Ones would kill him.

In this state, I might die at the hands of the Three Pure Ones, but their three disciples will also die with me.

If they were separated, he would return to the state of creating the new era.

By that time, it will be equivalent to the beginning of the final catastrophe.

The transcendent bodies of the Three Pure Ones cannot interfere with the change of eras.

He knew the personalities of these three Dao Ancestors, so he behaved extremely calmly.

The white-haired old man knew about this change. He stroked his beard and looked at his disciple's back, sighing, "No doubt..."

"No problem, teacher."

Qi Wuhuo turned his back to the three teachers and said in a gentle tone as before, "Leave this to me. The three teachers are very advanced. The remaining power from the final catastrophe is still there in the six realms. The six realms still need teachers to take charge of the overall situation."

Qi Wuhuo knew that the cause and effect relationship with the Three Pure Ones was very huge, and he would not take the initiative to take action on weekdays. However, the presence or absence of the Taoist Patriarch was of great significance after all. Qi Wuhuo slightly opened his five fingers, and the spiritual light flowed, turning into two scrolls, flying in the direction of the teacher. He was silent for a while, and said softly:

"Yunqin is pregnant, and I am trapped here. I am afraid I don't know when I can escape and return."

"Thank you, teacher, for delivering a message to your disciple..."

"All the words I have spoken to my wife are in this letter."

Qi Wuhuo was at a very high level at the moment. With just a thought, the charm of the spirit gathered in the letter and turned into words. He paused and said, "Also, please tell Yu Xiaoyu and the others that I am still alive and there is no need for them to do anything extreme because of my affairs."

"Teacher, please explain to Empress Nuwa and Empress Hou Tu Huang Di Ji as well."

"Emperor Ziwei and Fuxi don't have to worry..."

Qi Wuhuo spoke out the events one by one, his tone calm and peaceful. Compared to his usual gentleness, his voice was even calmer now as he was facing the final calamity. He finished his speech slowly and finally said:

"The disciple has accepted a disciple..."

The Three Pure Ones looked at Qi Wuhuo in front of him, seeming to be somewhat curious and surprised.

I wonder what kind of disciple this disciple will accept.

Qi Wuhuo smiled, but it was rare for him to keep the secret, and said: "However, I won't tell you who this disciple is. To some extent, he can be considered half an old friend of the teacher."

"Teacher, you can go and see him. Maybe you will find him familiar."

"Speaking of him, I feel a little sorry. I only took him on a tour for about a year, taught him for a few months, laid a foundation, and passed on the Nine Revolutions Refining Method and the Alchemy Method. Then I had to keep the appointment to compete with Nanji Changsheng."

"But the true teachings have been passed down. Many of the remaining martial arts manuals are placed on the bookshelf of Fangcun Mountain. It is just a Taoist inheritance. If I explore on my own, I am afraid I will go the wrong way. If you have time, you can go and help me guide him."

The Three Pure Ones looked at each other, sighed slightly, and then all agreed to their disciples' entrustment. The Taoist who entrusted everything to his teacher looked at the incarnation of the concept of the end of the catastrophe in front of him, looking at this manifestation that represents the arrival of the next era, his eyes gradually became deep and peaceful.

Use yourself as a sword, yourself as a lock, yourself as the heaven and earth, and suppress it.

The Three Pure Ones looked at him for a long time, and finally left as the light changed. In this empty and remote place, only the two of them were left looking at each other. Qi Wuhuo suddenly thought that his teacher seemed to be the same in the past.

After traveling for a year, I met Yunqin.

Then he gave me some advice on my cultivation and then left.

The teacher at that time should have also been in this world outside the heaven, confronting the three thousand innate gods and demons, right?

The me at this moment is like the teacher in the past; and the Bodhi at this moment is like the me in the past.

Time seemed to stretch out at this moment, and the past years and the possible future unfolded before my eyes.

All this seems to be a repetition of the past, a reproduction, and a kind of inheritance. It is like walking on such a road, and I have changed from the young boy at that time to the present, and there is a little Taoist priest following me.

The Taoist suddenly thought of the song sung by Chaofeng and Jiaotu.

Once upon a time there was a mountain, on the mountain there was a Taoist temple, in the temple there were an old Taoist priest and a young Taoist priest.

The young Taoist priest became an old Taoist priest. The old Taoist priest went down the mountain and brought back a young Taoist priest.

Now there is a mountain, on the mountain there is a Taoist temple, in the temple there are an old Taoist priest and a young Taoist priest.

At that time I just felt that this song was repetitive and catchy when sung in local dialect. Now when I recall it again, it seems that because of more experiences, I can taste some different flavors. I can't help but smile in this deep and empty place.

The ancient god opposite said indifferently: "It has come to this, and you can still laugh?"

Qi Wuhuo said calmly: "Why can't you laugh?"

The Ancient God of Vastness said, "This place is vast. Although you made me fall here, it is difficult for you to escape. In these six realms, you and I are restrained, and no one can escape. That means everyone is imprisoned. But I am the beginning of the next era. It doesn't matter if I stay here for thousands of years or even longer. What about you?"

"Can you really stay here with me for tens of thousands of years?"

Qi Wuhuo asked: "Why does it take so long?"

"Perhaps in a hundred years, or a thousand years, or even ten thousand years, I will be able to escape from this predicament."

Upon hearing this, the ancient god laughed loudly, and his laughter was vast and desolate, as if it shook the entire world. He said, "Well, well, well, what a great Zhenwu **demon, what a great Zhentian Lingying. Go and look around. This world is in the final calamity, with endless heat and cold. Among the three thousand gods and demons, there are still many survivors. What you did only trapped me, but this final calamity is still spreading!"

"I am the final calamity."

"But the final calamity is not mine!"

"When the Heat Silence and the Cold Silence continue to devour the primordial qi of the six realms, they will eventually converge to form a void collapse catastrophe. This world will still collapse and be annihilated. By that time, even if you have trapped me, what's the point? The world you protected will have collapsed, and by then I will naturally escape and reach my prime."

"Re-fulfill the mission of creating the world."

"And what you did was just a waste of time, giving the common people a little breathing space."

Qi Wuhuo sat cross-legged with his eyes downcast, seemingly not caring about these things, and just said lightly:

"It's not a loss to give people a chance to breathe for ten thousand years by giving me one person."

"The Taoist friends of Mingzhen Dao League once said so."

"Such a transaction is already a big profit."

The ancient god raised his eyes and sneered.

Qi Wuhuo said calmly: "Besides, what you said is just in accordance with your expectations. If the people of the six realms rely on their own efforts to suppress and kill all the remaining gods and demons in the six realms, and wipe out the hot silence and cold silence, then it is equivalent to that the traces of the entire final calamity will be solved."

"All traces of the final calamity have been removed. What other tricks do you have left?"

The ancient god's spirit lowered his eyes.

Qi Wuhuo said: "At that time, perhaps it should be said that offense and defense are easy to change."

"You will no longer have the status you have now. Even if I take back this sword, you will not be able to start the final calamity. At that time, I will just stay here and invite you to sit cross-legged in meditation for a few years, discuss the Dao, and buy some time for the people."

The ancient god had a vast gaze and said nothing.

The Taoist smiled slightly and stopped arguing.

The aura between the two people was entangled, like yin and yang, like the two poles, just like the Tai Chi circling and rotating. In the six realms, the light of the sky and the shadows of the clouds were reflected outside. The entire heaven beyond the sky, the gap between the worlds, or in other words, the time gap between eras, was unprecedentedly quiet and peaceful.

The only Taoist priest and an ancient god sat cross-legged opposite each other.

They all seemed to be betting their future on the six realms, just like discussing Taoism or playing chess.

If there was no final end of the creation of the world.

Will the final catastrophe be resolved by the common people?

Qi Wuhuo believed in this ending.

If it is truly the final catastrophe that covers and annihilates all things, then only the common people themselves can truly break through this catastrophe.

The only ones who can break the infinite calamities are the countless common people.

Only the countless common people themselves can break this calamity and save countless common people.

He is also one of the common people.

He had already done his best. What remained was to trust his comrades, his friends, and all the strangers in the world. He stretched out his hand and attracted the starlight. In this vast void, the crisscrossed and turned into a chessboard. The Taoist picked up a chess piece and said:

"All living things have their own divine thoughts. This is not just a casual remark from you."

"I trust them, but you don't. So why don't we sit here together for three thousand years and watch the world change and the rotation of all things, and use this to decide life and death, victory or defeat."

"Let's make this bet based on the final calamity that will destroy the Six Calamities Era and usher in the future."

"A game of a thousand years!"

Snap——

There seemed to be a sound in the void, the chess pieces fell, and ripples appeared, and these ripples spread across the entire outside world. The Taoist's eyes were calm, and the flowing light and the chessboard were reflected in his eyes. He also looked calmly at the ancient god of the end of the catastrophe in front of him. He raised his hand and waved it in the air, and his sleeves fell like a river of stars.

"please."

Invite you to join the game.