Godly man?
Yuan's eyes narrowed slightly, and unparalleled momentum burst out from his eight-foot-tall body. In an instant, yin energy surged like a torrent.
The mere name put him on undisguised guard.
"God's destiny, are you the descendant of the ancient Taoism?"
Facing Yuan's question, the faceless figure did not deny it, nor did he admit it directly. Instead, he corrected it by saying, "The title of successor is a little inappropriate. The Ancient Dao Sect no longer needs inheritance, because from now on, the Ancient Dao Sect will last forever."
"They should be called people from the ancient Dao sect..."
boom!
A myriad of spiritual lights flashed in Yuan's dark eyes, and his huge body, eight feet tall, seemed to reflect a figure as tall as a mountain range. It seemed that if he took a single step forward, the earth would collapse and break.
The originally calm Forgetful River also began to surge into raging waves, and the dim yellow river surface rose infinitely, as if a mountain rose from the ground.
With a slap of his palm, the Wang River trembled and the heaven and earth turned upside down.
As a Saint King who founded the cycle of reincarnation, Yuan was undoubtedly the best among the Saint Kings, far surpassing the average Saint King. Sometimes, if you want to distinguish the difference between Saint Kings, you can use the path they take to dialectically prove it. The more difficult the path, the stronger the person.
The greater its importance to the heaven and earth, the heavier its weight, but relatively speaking, the greater its difficulty.
Zulong's rain may seem ordinary, but it involves all living things in heaven and earth, symbolizing life and prosperity.
Although reincarnation is not as good as the Way of the Ancestral Dragon, it is also one of the important rules for the operation of heaven and earth. The Wangchuan River has a pivotal position in later generations. Reincarnation gives rebirth to all living things in heaven and earth, and can absorb the turbid air of heaven and earth.
The Wangchuan River is like the kidney of heaven and earth, playing a role in circulation and purification.
The only difference is that Yuan did not achieve enlightenment. Although he contributed a little to Samsara and Wangchuan, most of them were gradually formed after a long evolution.
But a Saint King who has the chance to achieve enlightenment is also terrifying enough.
His fate was instantly destroyed, no matter how many Taoist methods he had, or how many magical powers he had, in the face of absolute power, there was no room for resistance.
Yuan raised his hand and gently stroked the Wangchuan River, and it returned to its normal state. He sat in the Samsara Hall again, with a flat crown on his head and a dark black robe shining, like an emperor of the afterlife.
He does have this ambition, it just depends on whether he can achieve the golden body.
The gatekeeper statue recovered from its daze and asked, "Master, he said he could help you find your reincarnation, why did you kill him?"
Samsara was the foundation of his master's life, but he didn't know if it was because of the revival of heaven and earth, but it didn't appear yet. As a servant, he was also a little anxious, worried that Samsara would never appear.
After all, when one prospers, all prosper, and when one suffers, all suffer. He certainly hopes that his master will become more and more powerful, and it would be best if the grand occasion of 80,000 incense gods can be restored.
Logically speaking, his master should be the one who cares most about this matter, but he just shot the mysterious man to death without hesitation.
"Why would they help me?" Yuan asked back, and then answered his own question:
"The ancient Dao Sect has never been a Buddhist temple, and monks are not necessarily selfless. Maybe they really want to help me, and they have the ability, but the price is definitely not something I want to bear."
There is no free lunch in the world, and there is no kindness without reason, especially when this kindness is so huge.
What Fate said about helping me get my reincarnation back was indeed very tempting. If I could get my reincarnation back, maybe I could achieve enlightenment before the Heavenly Dao was reorganized and fulfill my long-cherished wish in my previous life. But the more tempting something is, the more dangerous it is. The other party must have some ulterior motive in helping me.
Yuan couldn't guess, and was afraid of falling into a trap. Reincarnation is the foundation of one's own enlightenment. If one is not careful, one will be blinded by desire, and then all concerns will become risks to enlightenment.
Many times, falling into the trap is voluntary, but he is just betting that he can outperform others.
"But with your strength, you can kill him easily." The statue still couldn't understand.
He knew how to set traps for others. In his previous life, he had heard of traps that lasted for hundreds of years. Some were for breakthroughs, some were for life extension, and some were for killing people. There were too many means and methods in the world that were unknown to the public, and there were also too many hunters with enough patience.
But no matter how brilliant the plan is, it still needs strength to implement it. No matter how much patience you have, if you don’t have sharp teeth and claws, you can only watch helplessly.
The mysterious man just now was obviously inferior to his master, and he was slapped to death. So no matter how powerful and skilled he is, if he finds something wrong, he can just slap him to death.
It is always rare for the weak to defeat the strong. Often, the weak try their best to plan and layout, just betting that the strong will reveal a flaw, and then try their best to attack the flaw. However, the strong are often extremely perceptive, and even if they reveal a flaw, they can hide it in an instant.
"If he can be killed by a slap from me, then he is not worthy of discussing reincarnation with me."
Yuan's words made the stone statue silent, as if it really believed this.
Therefore, Yuan should solve the problem of people who raise questions. Instead of putting pressure on yourself, it is better to put pressure on others. Since they take the initiative to find you, they must have something to ask of you.
The ancient city of Wangchuan returned to silence.
Another day passed, and Yuan, who was practicing, slowly opened his eyes, and his gaze instantly locked on a figure hundreds of miles away.
No face, no form, no shadow, no trace, no cause, no effect.
He opened his mouth and said, "Sage King Yuan, do you still want the great way of reincarnation?"
The words were exactly the same as yesterday, not a single word was different.
The next second, the Forgotten River once again stirred up huge waves, and a tsunami hundreds of meters high instantly wiped out the human figure.
Death.
Another day passed.
Fate came again, and this time he was no longer as high-profile as before, but quietly came to the gate of the ancient city of Wangchuan.
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