Chapter 140 [What is chaos in the past? Confusing the past and the present! ] (Add more and ask for votes)
In a trance, time was confused and the years were interrupted.
It is impossible to tell which era or time node it is. The long river of time and space is distorted at this moment, sometimes moving forward, sometimes forming a circle, sometimes falling apart, and sometimes forming millions of tributaries.
What is the chaotic ancient times?
Confusing the past and the present!
The most bizarre and terrifying era in history. People from different eras and emperors of each era all converge here.
The power of quasi-immortal emperors, immortal emperors, and even the Dao of Sacrifice collided with each other. None of the quasi-immortal emperors could interfere with the forbidden area of the long river of time. If they violated the order of the universe, the immortal emperors would become nothing and be suppressed forever.
No one can come in person, but I can die.
Because the dead me belongs to the past and will not be consumed by the long river of time, nor will I touch taboos or violate order.
Even if I die, I will not be destroyed. As long as my true self exists now, a thought will arise again and it can never be cut off or killed.
The true self is immortal because the past self exists forever and will come back again, symbolizing that true knowledge is indestructible.
If both are not damaged and one always seeks enlightenment, there will be a self that stands at the end of time, neither born nor destroyed, with infinite possibilities.
Such a great power is definitely not something that Lin Xian, a fourth-level cultivator, can shake.
Connecting the great road of heaven and earth, and glimpsing that scene and the real evidence from countless beliefs, it is completely a vast and boundless abyss that cannot be filled by any number of immortal kings.
What I saw and what I did are two completely different concepts.
But that white paper boat ignored everything, carrying the deceased me, reciting the scriptures of the Tao, echoing in time and space, and resounding throughout the universe.
The eternal sky is a painting. Sometimes time is not what people imagine, but a roaring and rushing river.
It seems to be going upstream, but in fact it is going downstream.
"There is a past before there is a future, is that true?"
"The past self is born from the true self. It shouldn't be that the present comes first, then the past, and then the future."
The internal organs are glowing, the three lives are rotating, and above the long river of time there is the sound of mighty chanting, sometimes mixed with the sound of discussions on the Tao, exploring the eternal truth.
There are no people who experience reincarnation, but there are things that happen in reincarnation, and even an era of reincarnation.
Reincarnation is like a disk. Whoever turns it, if it rotates, does it go forward all the time, or backward all the time? Or maybe it is determined by some unspeakable will that sometimes it goes forward, sometimes it goes backward.
Based on the current time node, it first moved backward one era, and then moved forward two eras.
There was no order at all.
In the deepest part of time, a sigh sounded: "He has been around for eternity, life is like a dream, among you and me, who is real and who is fake?"
Lin Xian's death remained motionless, and he was still chanting the scriptures, but the system in his body was shaking to the point of almost collapse. This topic involved the truth of eternity and the ultimate mystery, which was not something they could touch upon at their current level.
If there really is someone turning the wheel of reincarnation, then there is only one possibility, and that is the end of the red hair, the weird origin, the owner of the bronze coffin for three generations, the real pioneer of the road to the underworld, and the first person in history to offer sacrifices to the Tao.
On the sacrificial path, one can define the past and the present at will, without being bound by time. Wherever the eyes go, everything is exhausted and everything is reproduced.
How could such a being die so easily?
Everything has two sides. In the eyes of the living, the ghost is dead, and in the eyes of the ghost, the living are gone.
All eternity has become nothing, only the owner of the bronze coffin is eternal and indelible. He is the only truth.
Since the owner of the bronze coffin is real, how can he be illusory?
Could it be that... all the living beings in the heavens and the worlds, from ancient times to the present, are all fake, and are just living in the dream of the owner of the bronze coffin? Born because of his thought, and destroyed because of his thought? !
The ignorant are fearless. System 10086 comes from the outside world. It knows more and has more awe.
When a person sleeps, it is like a small death; when a person dies, it is like a long sleep.
If the corpse comes back to life one day, the owner of the bronze coffin will open the coffin and stand up, and see that the past and present have become empty, with no old friends left. He will be bored and fall asleep again. All ancient history will have to be rewritten from scratch, just like a book opening a new page.
This is not even the will of the owner of the bronze coffin. Just a trace of evil thoughts left in a dream, a murmur during sleep, and a wisp of mist born from negative emotions can reshape the entire world.
How desperate, how sad! All things that are born out of cause and effect are unreal and impermanent.
Like a dream, fleeting.
Just when the system was about to fall into complete despair, Lin Xian's deceased self suddenly glowed and recited the Tao sound:
"I will live my life in vain, living off my parents and children, this is my belief!"
"In the future, I will lie flat, with infinite changes and only one collapse. It has become a certainty, and I am destined to become an immortal!"
"In the past, I was a Buddhist, unmoved, and immortal, sitting through the reincarnation cycle for eternity!"
You can dream as you like, and I will dream as I like. The breeze blows across the hills, and the bright moon shines on the river.
Since everything is in chaos and illusion and there is no certainty, then giving up, lying down and being a Buddhist become the only ways.
No matter how the heavens and the world change, no matter how the ancient history is rewritten and the eras change, my body remains unmoved, my true destiny is immortal, and it runs through the cycle of reincarnation.
Everything in the dream is in disorder, nothing is eternal. One second he becomes an immortal emperor, and the next second he is corrupted by darkness. Where does the supreme heaven come from? The ultimate splendor is gone in the blink of an eye, and the palace is in ruins. But even dreams have something to rely on, they are based on reincarnation, and the underworld is the path of the bronze coffin master.
All appearances are false. If you see the non-appearances of Huang, Ye and Chu, then you have seen the owner of the bronze coffin.
The only way to break the impasse is to become the dream itself, become a part of reincarnation, and become a part of the owner of the bronze coffin. Only in this way can one use the power of reality to jump out of delusion and become a sacrificial path.
Having a similar face will make the subconscious mind in the dream think that you are the protagonist of the world and the master of the dream. Only then can you kill all enemies, create impossible miracles in desperate situations, and reach the top.
Lin Xian's deceased self, true self, and Taoist self are all like this. They all have a similar face, imitating the Three Heavenly Emperors, approaching the Master of the Bronze Coffin, becoming the Master of the Bronze Coffin, and surpassing the Master of the Bronze Coffin.
"I am the Emperor of Desolate Heaven, who has transformed into eternity. I am the Emperor of Ye Tian, who has captured spirits and dispatched generals. I am the past incarnation of Chu Loli. I am the master of the bronze coffin. I am the master of dreams..."
I kept thinking about Lin Xian's passing. If you want to deceive others, you must first deceive yourself. If you don't even believe in yourself, how can you deceive the world?
I, Lin, was born to let go, to spread out, and to be a Buddhist, because the owner of the bronze coffin has already done everything, and I just need to enjoy the benefits and inherit the fruits of the Tao.
The sacrificial path of the owner of the bronze coffin is above my sacrificial path, and the sacrificial path of the Three Heavenly Emperors is also above my sacrificial path.
So, I am above the Way of Sacrifice.
"Host, how many faces do you have..." The system was stunned and shocked by Lin Xian's Ah Q spirit.
This method of spiritual victory is invincible!
Others are afraid and scared that they are living in the dream of the owner of the bronze coffin, and they are afraid that eternity will be in vain and that they themselves are illusory.
Lin Xian, on the other hand, didn't even try to resist. He just went straight for it, fearlessly biting the owner of the bronze coffin.
However, it really came true the next second!
The reason why the Three Heavenly Emperors look similar is because they came into contact with the Nine Dragons Pulling Coffin and were contaminated by the aura of the owner of the bronze coffin, and unknowingly evolved towards that face.
Lin Xian had also ridden in the Nine Dragons Coffin and had close contact with the bronze coffin, so he was qualified.
Of course, this is not a panacea, it is just a ticket.
The elder brother of the Ruthless Emperor, that holy body, had also come into contact with the Nine Dragons Pulling Coffin, and was also infected by the aura of the Master of the Bronze Coffin, so his appearance was similar to Ye Fan, leading to countless causal entanglements.
However, his ending was tragic. He was sacrificed in blood by the Yuhua Divine Dynasty and failed to become an immortal, let alone achieve the Dao of Sacrifice.
There is also a Corpse Immortal Emperor, who is also the protagonist of a generation. He has come into contact with the Nine Dragons Pulling Coffin and used the scraps in it to create the Daluo Sword Embryo. His deeds are brilliant. He rose against the sky and achieved the title of Immortal Emperor.
This is the most brilliant Dao fruit in all the heavens and worlds throughout the ages. Even on the strange plateau, there are only ten Immortal Emperors. Even above the heavens, there are only a few Immortal Emperors.
Then, the Corpse Immortal Emperor also met with tragedy. He had just broken through to the Immortal Emperor level and had not yet begun his journey to invincibility when he was targeted by the dark camp. Various arrangements were made for him, which eventually led to his downfall.
Having the face of the owner of the bronze coffin and the aura of the dragon coffin does not mean that you are destined to be on the sacrificial path, it is just an admission ticket.
However, many creatures do not even have an admission ticket, nor are they qualified to step onto the stage or speak a line, and can only become a background board.
Only with this admission ticket can you have the right of inheritance, can you live off your parents, and can you live off the owner of the bronze coffin.
I don't know how many tens of thousands of heirs have passed away. I slowly opened my eyes, my whole body glowed, resonating with the white paper boat, and turning into a seed of the Great Dao, no longer above it, but rushing into the long river of time and setting foot in the universe.
In an instant, fragments of time danced, and the past of the immortals and the chaos of the ancient times appeared at this moment. The Immortal King Wuzhong ruled the nine heavens and ten earths, the Willow God fought his way into the foreign land seven times, the Immortal Monk King died in battle, and a similar flower bloomed in the future, the Ten Evils were destroyed, the young generation of the nine heavens and ten earths, and the Thunder Emperor with the most potential lay dead for eternity...
All kinds of roars rushed towards me, including the wails of ghosts and gods, the roars of fairies and demons, and the spirits of the heroes who died in the past reappeared, transformed into their broken marks.
The rules and order of heaven and earth were all messed up. Lin Xian suddenly shouted, "I have long been a person from the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths!"
As he spoke, he revealed the aura of the Sea of Bitterness. The marks of the heroic spirits sensed it and slowly fell down.
At the same time, in this era, this epoch, a powerful person who was at the Immortal King level and extremely sensitive to time, thought about something and whispered, "Is the chaotic ancient times coming?"
The past and the present are confused, everything is blocked, the secrets of heaven are gone, and it is extremely chaotic.
Suddenly, a voice was heard.
Rumble!
A huge river rushed past before his eyes, and the power of time rushed into the sky with a rumble. It was unknown whether it was the backlash of heaven and earth, or the Immortal King taking action, rushing towards Lin Xian.
"I have come all the way through ninety-nine steps. Am I going to fall here?"
Lin Xian sighed softly, and after a moment's silence, he slowly raised his head and said with a firm look in his eyes: "You forced me to do this!"
The long river of time is calm and still rushes forward mercilessly, as if mocking an ant at the fourth level of the realm, asking what qualifications an ant has to say these words.
If it weren't for the white paper boat, a human monk wouldn't even be qualified to see the long river of time.
Only the supreme being at the pinnacle of humanity can touch it a little, and only the Supreme Immortal King can modify the river of time on a small scale, and cannot involve major events, and can only save some mortals and minor cultivators.
If one wants to ignore the backlash of the long river of time and travel through the past and the future, one must at least reach the Quasi-Immortal Emperor realm.
"You can underestimate me, but you can't underestimate my ultimate magic!"
Lin Xian stood on the paper boat, evolving Dao patterns, glowing all over, and the big lion roared, "Emperor Ruthless, save me!"
(End of this chapter)
