My name is Wang Qingzhou, and I have met several fellow Taoists. Wang Xuan responded.
The three men and one woman were all very handsome, with an unpredictable aura of Tao flowing through them, and they all maintained a vigorous youthful state. If they were old monsters who had lived for centuries, they probably would not choose such young faces.
This should be a person who is not very old but has extraordinary talent.
The four people's fiery gazes subsided slightly, and they moved their eyes away from the paper carrying the mysterious symbols and looked at Wang Xuan carefully.
My name is Yihui. The gray-haired young man in the lead smiled. He held a special book in his hand, illuminating the surrounding ruins. There were many blurred scriptures around.
Ming Xuan. The woman in the purple dress had a kind of tranquil beauty and quiet temperament when she spoke, but today there was a bright light in her eyes.
The other two men introduced themselves as Xuan Yi and Ku Rong. They were both high-level aliens, stronger than the two from the other side that Wang Xuan met in the 36th heaven.
Daoist friend, where are you from? The only female stranger, Ming Xuan, spoke, her sleeves fluttering, appearing otherworldly and serene in the countless remnants of the disappearing Sea of Origin.
When the clouds are deep and the snow is falling, I will take a walk in the world. Wang Xuan responded calmly.
We are all in this world together, so why ask where it comes from? The gray-haired young man said with a smile, and invited Wang Xuan to sit down in the meteorite group area among the ruins, obviously wanting to have a good chat.
The four of them glanced at the paper from time to time, not hiding their feelings at all. It was obvious that they were extremely moved.
Wang Xuan wondered why the gray-haired man in the lead was unwilling to reveal his origins. Was it because he was confident, or did he already know that there were people like him traveling in this era?
In an instant, all kinds of associations came to his mind. Could it be that there are a group of such mysterious and extraordinary creatures active in this era?
After the appearance of the Eternal Black Umbrella, Wang Xuan started his journey back from the No. 1 source of supernatural powers and saw that the heavens were dead silent and dim, and the supernatural beings had lost the soil for survival.
He once believed that the mythological realm had completely fallen into darkness, with no one living there anymore, and no insomniacs like him.
However, after returning to the old center and counting the incidents, we discovered that this was not the case.
Could it be that in some unknown place, it is still very lively?
The vast sea of origin disappeared, and now only the void was left, as well as some meteorite debris. Several people were sitting cross-legged on different boulders.
The yellowed paper in front of Wang Xuan showed very clear scriptures, condensed with many mysterious symbols. There were scrolls of scriptures nearby, which were mysterious and sacred.
No matter how you look at it, the special book in Yihui's hand looks like a low-end version of paper, far inferior to the paper in front of Wang Xuan.
Today was an eye-opener. I actually saw something like this. The Dao rhyme took shape, returned to the truth, and evolved into a piece of paper. Yihui spoke, and even though he was an extraordinary person, he was a little out of control and couldn't take his eyes away again.
There was no need for Wang Xuan to ask or to attack from the side; he just said it.
Of course, this was far from specific enough, and he obviously knew more, as he casually revealed such a very important secret.
Brother Qingzhou, did you find it in this old center?
Ming Xuan, the purple-dressed woman, had sparkling eyes, and her quiet temperament became a little warmer.
Wang Xuan nodded: Yes, I saw it by chance in a ruins. It was immortal in the ashes, looming. I was lucky.
How long
Another man, Ku Rong, asked. As his name suggests, he has two kinds of Taoism rhythms, withering and thriving, which are in a cycle over and over again.
Just got it. Wang Xuan responded, thinking about the information he learned from Leng Mei, he thought briefly.
When Mei Yukong, the True Saint of the Demon Clan, was still a strange man, he was fortunate enough to obtain the Dao Paper in the mother universe, but he could not keep it. After carrying the essence of an era at the end of the era, it would automatically dissipate and disappear.
Wang Xuan felt that if he wanted to find out more information, he naturally had to conform to his similar identity and reveal some valuable information.
He took the initiative to say: A long time ago, I heard from my elders that this kind of thing is short-lived and difficult to keep. Unfortunately, at that time, I didn't pay attention to it and didn't think I could encounter it. I didn't go deep into it.
It is the remnant of Taoism, which took shape and appeared in the end of the era. It will return to its true nature and become the only one. In the end, it will inevitably disappear. The world cannot hold it. The young man Xuan Yi nodded.
Yihui had a fair face, his eyes interwoven with unusual imperial patterns, looking at the yellowed paper, and said: There was a 6-broken ancestor who was favored by heaven and accidentally discovered it at the end of two epochs. The last time, the ancestor called on many masters to trap it with the 6-broken magic array to isolate its breath. But when the time came, it still left and crossed countless universes. Since then, there has been no trace, and no one knows where it ended up.
Wang Xuan thought, is he talking about a single 6-broken person? Anyway, it can't be a 6-broken person in all areas, because he threw the paper into the world behind his own life land, and it couldn't escape.
My elders were the same, leaving behind endless regrets, and no matter what they did, they couldn't suppress it. Wang Xuan nodded and said.
I didn't expect it to end up here. The female alien Ming Xuan didn't seem to be out of this world anymore, like a fairy banished from the mortal world, the light in her eyes was too passionate, she lowered her head and looked at the paper.
Wang Xuan was surprised and said: You don’t think that what the predecessors saw was just this page of paper, right?
This is very likely the case, Ku Rong said.
Yihui said: In fact, the extraordinary rules of the world may be caused by the radiation of the Tao. If its residual rhyme takes shape, then it can only be unique.
They admitted frankly that the classics in their hands were the Taoist books that their 6th master had studied and refined after spending countless years in seclusion.
After all, it is just a low-quality imitation version that simulates yellowed paper.
So, when they saw the mysterious paper in front of Wang Qingzhou, they were completely shocked. They had unexpectedly encountered the source.
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