It was like a flower garden, and there were many plants in the flower garden, but you couldn't feel its size.

The flowerbed is not fenced, its borders are far away, and at its borders is chaos, the world within chaos, and no one knows what it is, let alone what dangers exist.

Since no one has been anywhere, no one will be able to give an exact answer.

The tree is very large, it is in the center of the flower bed, it occupies the best and most fertile soil, and it is larger than any other plant in the flower bed.

It was leafy and fruitful, and if you thought of the tree as a man, then the strange fruits it bore and the plants that grew under his wings were like his children, surrounding his mother.

The tree is strong and tall, its crown spreads out, lush, like a universe, there are thousands of worlds, thousands of laws, and hundreds of millions of living beings.

Life and death, the cycle of life and death, the cycle of life. What evolves in this canopy is the natural extinction and rebirth of the world, the origin and dissipation of all things.

A speck of dust is changing, mountains, rivers and lakes are changing, the sun, moon and stars are changing, the world is changing, and what is always the same is this universe or this tree.

He was born when the universe was born, and he is as ancient as the universe, as eternal as it is, as deep and immeasurable, and it is all-encompassing.

Everything in the universe was created by Him, and He is the only Creator of the world, the beginning of everything.

A tree, it can reflect all the fantasies in the world, when you stand in front of him, the longer you stand, the more you see, the more you naturally feel.

And under the big tree, there was a man sitting, his eyes closed, as if he was one with the place, without a trace of abruptness.

He was like all the plants under the tree, and although he looked ordinary and abnormal, he had an extraordinary charm, as if it were his natural temperament.

He sat cross-legged, looking the size of the various plants under the tree, and from his body, at this moment, it seemed as if he could feel the power of the world. It was a creation, an origin, a sense of wonder.

He was dressed in a linen garment, which was very ordinary and could be seen everywhere, but when worn on him, it gave people the illusion that it was more precious than the most expensive treasure in the world.

His hair was tied up by a wooden hairpin that was pulled back, looking ordinary.

When he felt the prying eyes, he opened his eyes unhurriedly, what kind of eyes were they?

His eyes look very ordinary, no different from the mortals in the world who have lived for dozens of years, from his eyes, you can't see his experience, you can't feel any information about him, it's very strange.

When he opened his eyes, in front of him, a mirror gradually formed, it was a mirror surrounded by auspicious clouds, the frame of the mirror was a golden auspicious cloud pattern, and the mirror surface was extremely neat.

The mirror that appears here is like an illusory one, disembodied, but one can see it very clearly.

"Sir, we see you again", on a clear pond, on a dozen imperial thrones, more than a dozen noble emperors, all got up, and bowed slightly.

It was the Emperor of the Six Dao Realms, the Emperor of the Blue Heavens, the Emperor of the Sword Masters, the Emperor of the Heavenly Beings, the Emperor of the Jade Sword Humans, and more than a dozen Human Emperors, the pinnacle of existence in the human realm, all of them got up together and saluted this seemingly ordinary person.

How incredible this must be, O human emperor, that is the emperor of every era, the emperor of the human world, is the strongest existence, they are noble, powerful, who else in the world can accept their great gifts, people dare not imagine, can not believe.

But today it's happening and happening in this strange place.

"You still found it", the person under the tree spoke, from his words, you can feel a trace of his helplessness, to be received by a generation of emperors, that is the supreme glory, it needs the credit of the sky, and it needs to be extremely noble, but this person's situation seems to be that he does not want to be found. It's hard to figure out.

"Sir, we know that if you don't want to be found, we won't find you anyway. After a pause, the Emperor of the Six Dao People continued, "Please give me some advice?"

The attitude is extremely sincere, this is shocking inside information, there are still things in the world that the emperor can't do? need to ask for help from others, there is still an existence beyond the emperor in the world? can you guide the emperor of people?

In normal times, this is something that everyone can't believe, and the human emperor is in their hearts, which is an omnipotent existence. There is nothing in the world that they cannot do.

But today here is different, and what is happening here today is too easy to be delusional.

"Hey", the man in linen clothes under the tree sighed, he really didn't want to do this, but this time the thing was indeed a bit unexpected, he was a detached person, there was no longer any concern in the world, he was free from the world, and there was no other way in his heart.

But today he found that he was not really detached, and deep in his heart, there was still a trace of emotion and a trace of reluctance, which was reluctance and nostalgia for the world.

He sighed, not because of trouble, but for himself, lamenting that he still hadn't detached this last trace of emotion after all.

The man in the sackcloth clothes didn't say much, in fact, he really left a trace of concern, left a little of his own consciousness, he hoped that he would be found at the same time, but also hoped that he would not be found, all things in heaven and earth, birth and destruction, this is the law, it is reincarnation.

At their level, there is no longer the so-called "my life is up to me, not to the sky, and to change my life against the sky", because they themselves are the sky, the rules, and the truth, and there are no mortal emotions in their hearts, and some are just the pursuit of the Tao.

Everything depends on fate, there is no need to force it, everything has a cause and effect. But all this done today made him a little funny.

The Mai man was still sitting, and even though so many emperors saluted him, he still didn't get up.

I saw him slowly wave his arm forward, and a magical scene appeared, in the mysterious hall, in the pool of clear water, a scene appeared.

It was a tree, and there was a world hidden in the tree, a beautiful world, with all kinds of creatures, vast mountains and rivers, and the sun, moon and stars that were incomparably bright.

The mountains and rivers are beautiful, the gods of creation are beautiful, there are mortals who produce and receive food, there are monks who practice qi, move mountains and reclaim the sea, fly to the sky and escape to the earth, there are birds and beasts sweeping the earth, and the earth shakes the sky.

This is a world like the human world, it is peaceful and stable, all kinds of creatures inhabit it, it is home, it is a beautiful paradise.

But suddenly one day, three black dots fell under the tree, and they dipped into the tree, and then, an extremely terrible scene appeared.

The tree, as if it had been corroded by something, was infected, and from the root of the tree, it began to turn black, and the darkness was terrifying, and it seemed to be pervasive, and everything was not immersed, and soon the tree was shrouded in darkness, completely enveloped, and the darkness gradually solidified, gradually became stronger, and became more aggressive.

As the darkness gradually enveloped, terrible scenes unfolded.