"Boom!"
A dull sound came from the sky, and came out from under the Nine Sects. The sky was layered, the Nine Sects were thick, the stars were vast, and the infinite universe was crying. If the end came, everything would be like blood and dark.
"Wow!"
In the land at the end of the disaster, all boundaries were empty, and only one giant tree appeared in the dense atmosphere, standing tall and swaying branches and leaves.
It stands in nothingness, and its bottom is long. It extends to nowhere, and there is no root at all.
Branches stretch out without end, as if holding this piece of heaven and earth. Each branch and leaf no longer contains a universe. The Milky Way nebula is a world of its own. Instead, it has its own color, either red as fire, or dark as water, with purple condensation, or green and vigorous, like the condensation of different imaginary roads, while the top is hazy, like chaos, and I don't know where it is connected.
This is the tree of the great way that runs through the heavens and the myriad worlds. It comes from the way, connects the root from top to bottom, and connects the myriad worlds from left to right. Its existence forms the skeleton of the ninth heaven, and is also the support of the heavens and the myriad worlds in this era.
"Bang!"
With the ineffable roar again, the sky broke apart and the stars fell like rain.
The towering Jiuchongtian, which has stood on the infinite heights since the beginning of the era, naturally cannot be spared. At this moment, it disintegrates, or the collapse of the heavens starts from Jiuchongtian.
At this time, the highest and nearest place in the past has almost completely returned to nothingness, leaving only a few remnants.
However, in the dark and eternal emptiness, some changes are generated at this moment, extremely obscure, but true, and spread all over the world in an instant.
At the time of this change, the giant tree standing in the world also experienced some changes. The whole tree body was stained with a layer of green ash, which was mostly decayed, like only empty shells, barely supported. It was particularly obvious that the leaves of trees that were more suitable for the roads such as Shengli Shouyuan were withered.
There is more change than that. In the boundless darkness, a long unreal river runs through the past and the future, rolling forward and unchanging from ancient times. As the long river becomes visible, it was originally invisible and connected to the branches at the beginning of the unknown. At this time, it is completely revealed, revealing the mysterious veil that has been hanging over it for a long time.
The giant tree supports the sky and penetrates into the chaos. Where it is hard to reach, it is actually scattered with faint light. It seems that a fruit contains all colors, all rules, all truths, and all possible patterns. All opposite concepts and descriptions are perfectly integrated at a higher level here.
The fruit fell straight down and was caught by a palm with pale golden color. At the moment when the pale golden color palm touched the fruit, several indescribable lights burst out and expanded, like the tide flooding the whole sky, but it seemed to shrink, collapse, and wrap up. The whole process was illogical, contradictory, but weird and harmonious, Finally, the palms with light gold color fade away.
The giant tree supporting the sky is also collapsing, turning into a bit of light, and dissipating with the collapsing sky.
At the same time, a flaming ball of fire crashed down. Through the layers of deep flames, a towering palace could be seen. A twisted and blurred figure of the emperor stood in Lyon, as if filled with the past, present and future.
The fireball, like a meteor, fell rapidly from the ninth heaven and was about to fall to a majestic mountain, triggering an earth shattering crash. The figure of the emperor in the palace like a dead body held up an ancient seal.
Silently, the waves rose, as if the vast ocean was sweeping the sky, enveloping the figure of the emperor, the ancient seal and the towering palace. The glittering tide was like a little flame, burning and refining something.
"Wow!"
The sound of rushing and vastness resounded in the void, like the vast ocean coming, the water like brilliance was surging, and the illusory reflection was all hazy, drowning the whole fireball.
A dilapidated palace took the place of the fireball, manifesting on the top of the mountain.
A sparkling long knife floats in the palace. It is like the epitome of the ninth heaven and the condensation of the universe. The track of everything is like a line, reflected on the blade. The past and future are connected into a ring, and whether there is illusion or not is in it.
At the moment when the Long Dao appeared, a strong will swept over and fell on the Long Dao.
The stress of the long sword rushed out of the palace, the body of the sword was singing softly, and the soul was rippling like water. The pure crystal like light bloomed, and the sky and the world were reflected in it. Streaks of light were spreading, filling the void. Wherever they went, they seemed to break the boundary between reality and illusion, turning the world that had been running into a dream as transparent and unreal.
Similar and subtle years of different time are overlapping, overlapping, but not touching each other, almost covering the whole real world.
As the magnificent will receded like water, the magic of the long sword disappeared, and then disappeared in the palace.
The giant wood decayed with the heavens, turning into a little light, and with the last light gone, the heavens were completely shrouded in darkness and silence.
However, at the moment when the giant tree died down, the world fell into nothingness, and the last ray of light passed away, another fruit was born from the giant tree, unreal to the extreme, fell into nothingness, and disappeared.
In the nothingness, a monk with a height of 60 feet, a sallow and emaciated face and merciful eyes appeared. Looking up, he seemed to feel something. His eyes were full of glass. The heavens and the myriad worlds, the Nine Hell and the nearby places were hidden in them, but ultimately they reflected emptiness and nothingness.
Outside the realms, there are dark, bright stars and lines. A Taoist sits inside. Behind him, there seem to be two figures, one showing the process of things from existence to non existence, the other showing white hair and white head, but the sense of existence is extremely thin. The three are independent, but they seem to be one, just different manifestations in different times and different states.
"A new beginning, everything is new!"
The Tao sounds grand, dignified and ancient. The endless clouds hang down the Tao like water light, and the Taoist priest's head is filled with clouds. It seems that the initial and final points have broken into rolling waves, and surrounded by an ancient banner of vastness and grandeur.
As soon as this flag appears, the darkness around it suddenly shakes, and the ripples are continuously arranged, as if the ocean is divided into waves.
The Taoist stretched out his right hand, grasped the slowly falling Pangu banner, and waved it forward. In an instant, the glow was brilliant and auspicious. A pure white light cut through the quiet darkness, setting off the rest as if it were frozen.
Boom!
The endless terrorist explosion tore the chaos and broke the invariable static. Nihility is born of a great man, and the great man is formed by movement and stillness. The movement and stillness are divided into yin and yang. The pure air rises, and the turbid air sinks, sweeping all the explosion rays to deduce the chaotic underground fire geomancy
The heaven and earth are restarted, and the heavens are opened again!
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At the end of the era, the fruit of building trees, the battle on the other side, the ninth avalanche, the fall of the Emperor of Heaven, time and sword, the original Tianzun, a groundbreaking, a new beginning, everything new.
