Another three thousand years.

"Have we reached the limit of our growth?"

In the empty palace, there was a faint sigh, and he said hoarsely: "Three thousand years, three thousand years, three thousand years, three thousand years of idleness." ”

After all, the Seventh Order Heavenly Emperor was the ultimate limit of flesh and blood life, tapping out all the potential of his body.

The eighth order is a qualitative change, beginning to ascend to the dimension and turning into a high-dimensional creature, and this requires climbing the path of high-dimensional time and space, which is unprecedented and needs to be opened up.

For Eman, "growth" doesn't really matter.

In this turbid and chaotic Hongmeng universe, there are only them, so what's the use of having such a powerful force?

He just wanted to find something to do, just to have a purpose in life....

Indulging in sculpture is also to pass the time.

The same is true for cultivation.

In a long life that is long to eternity, there is always something to do, just to find something to pursue.

"Life is just a short period of boredom at this time, or will it always be so boring. ”

His fingertips gently caressed a delicate, prismatic statue, as if gently caressing his lover.

His sculptural talent has reached its peak.

His works seem to come to life, and every edge, corner, and even microscopic particles are breathtakingly perfect.

But after 20,000 years, he has long been no interested in sculpture.

Unable to cultivate,

Can't sculpt...

It's been so quiet, boring and repeating day after day.

He suddenly felt lonely like never before.

Loneliness is inevitable in any life, even the greatest heroes can't escape it.

This is a kind of torture, leaving a person in a dark room, nothing, for a month, can almost make people collapse, and darkness and loneliness will slowly drown the whole person.

And the entire desolate and hazy primitive universe was originally a black house.

At this time, this loneliness is like a vine in the black abyss in Emang's heart, constantly repeating with the boring day by day, constantly binding him, so depressed that he can barely breathe!!

He suddenly had the feeling of wanting a rotten death.

When he thought back to the whole period of his life, the happiest thing was the most difficult and dangerous disaster years, the days when he led his people to flee in a precarious manner, the days when he was afraid that he would die tomorrow, and the freshness of the initial stage of learning sculpture and cultivation.

"I'm tired..."

Emang suppressed this terrible thought, and walked out of the palace step by step,

His steps slowed suddenly, as if his eternal body contained an old and decaying soul,

He walked out of the palace and looked at the young clansmen everywhere who were full of interest, learning sculpture and cultivating.

"Hahaha, I'm cultivating faster than you!"

"I don't believe it, I need to be faster!"

"I'm better at sculpture than you!

He looked at the young people of these races, and at the same time had a strong thought, "They still have pursuits now, and they can still be keen on sculpture, but when they reach my realm, what will happen in the future?"

He looked at those happy clansmen, and suddenly felt a kind of piercing horror.

In this universe, there are only two things they can do: cultivation and sculpture, but what if they all come to an end?

Living day in and day out, then, is a disaster in itself.

"Is this the world, a curse on us, for us for eternity... The curse?"

The Great Silence is coming.

He had a vague omen in his heart.

On this day, Emang suddenly made a bold decision, he sat in the palace, gathered the world's talents, and announced to the entire civilization that a sculpture contest was about to be held.

"I'm coming!"

"Let me come!"

Suddenly, the crowd was boiling.

Countless indigenous people who are good at sculpture are eager to try.

They are very simple, they can communicate with the existence from the major Chaos Star Fields, and their sculpture level of more than 10,000 years can show their strength, which makes them excited.

The entire universe has completely entered the era of great sculpture.

For a time, all the dirt in the starry sky, as far as the eye can see, will be a place of exquisite sculptures, and the entire universe has become a grand statue exhibition hall, magnificent.

"Letting them compete with sculptures will only delay the progress of their cultivation, and they will eventually come to my realm and see that there is no path in the future. ”

Yimang directly handed over the management authority to his wife, and then disappeared into the vast universe alone, "Since there is no road, I will open a way out." ”

With this walk, Emang has walked in the universe for thousands of years.

He began to seriously observe the mysterious structure of the universe, to think about his body, to immerse himself in it, and to find a way to break through.

During this time, he returned to the tribe several times.

The first time they went back, once a year, the sculpture competition had lasted for 1,738 times, and they found it boring, and a large number of clansmen had already broken through the seventh order and completely stopped.

They are living a boring and repetitive life day after day, and their expressions have languished.

Second time back.

For 6,000 years, a large number of clansmen have lost their spirits, and some people have begun to commit.

The first god and demon to commit suicide seemed to be a chain reaction, and countless clansmen began to follow the suicide to get rid of this suffering.

In their eyes, there is no difference between "living" and "dead".

For the immortal primeval gods and demons, it seems to be a matter of course for them to choose death when they feel that life is boring.

Emang glanced at it and left directly.

But at this time, his boring expression suddenly became bright, and his eyes suddenly burned with a raging fire, as if he had found the meaning of life again, a new goal of his own, he wanted to change everything,

"In this dull and eternal chaos, it will always be like this, is there really no hope? only despair... We're all suffering from this. ”

He thought back to the beginning.

When I was young, the moment I learned sculpture art, my doubts about the universe surfaced for the second time:

[Why isn't the universe regular?]

He set out on the journey again.

He tried everything, but he didn't have a clue about everything.

"Growth, we must have a bigger growth period.... We are unlimited. ”

He walked in the primeval wilderness,

"No matter how you try, with the help of external forces to suppress or continue to cultivate, there is no response, is it that the days of life are not enough? Ten years of infancy, twenty years of adulthood, and then a huge span of 10,000 years before reaching adulthood..... In other words, the next stage is not necessarily that we will not be able to grow, but that our next stage may take longer and longer days! It may be like the gap between 20 and 10,000 years!"

He guessed.

But he knew in his heart that in the chaos of this desolate universe, no one could endure the long days of boring.

"Definitely, there must be other cultivation methods to accelerate our growth period!"

"Yes, time! If it takes longer to grow to that extent, I'm going to look for ways to speed up the time of our lives!"

He began to walk in one, two, and three dimensions, as well as in the chaotic zone of time, as if he were an ascetic in the whole universe, constantly feeling in it, looking for ways to speed up the time of his body.

Day after day, year after year.

10,000 years later, he is more than 30,000 years old, and he returns to the group again, and finds that the era of the Great Expansion has passed, and the population has become sparse, and there is almost only the younger generation left.

"Alas!"

He sighed and went out again, looking for life, and he felt close.

Use some special means to accelerate the growth of your own life time...

On this day, he was floating in two-dimensional space-time, as a thin piece of paper, floating in the universe, and suddenly there was a sense of freedom and freedom of his soul flying over time and space, as if a fish was out of the water.

He became extremely fast, as if he was traveling through time.

He clearly felt the change in himself, and from the long axis of length, width, and height in three dimensions, there was an additional dimension - time.

He became a four-dimensional being.

The four dimensions of space-time are length, width, height, and time.

He felt as if he had jumped out of the swimming fish of time and turned into a four-dimensional being, able to adjust his timeline at will.

This feeling is mysterious and mysterious.

He can adjust his time lifeline at will, moving between the past life and the future life.

The length of his life was like a movie.

He's halfway through at this point, but he can adjust the acceleration bar at will, so that the progress bar of this movie accelerates, slows down, and even reverses!

He dialed the timeline, his life was like a movie, pressed the fast-forward button, and accelerated forward at a rapid pace, a thousand times, ten thousand times...

He turned the timeline backwards, his life was moving backwards, as if he had pressed the fast-forward button, his cultivation was rapidly decaying, and he was on the way to regain his youth and return to his childhood.

"I've finally reached the next growth period!"

Rumble!

The next moment, the wind and clouds surged, the entire universe changed rapidly, the light was bright, and the vast movement of everything resounded through the galaxy, countless times larger than the last breakthrough.

At this moment, Yi Mang transformed into a real four-dimensional creature in the entire universe, transcending the three-dimensional space and wandering on the timeline of the eternal cosmic life!

"I saw the whole of my life. ”

He laughed, his memory clearer than ever, permeated his whole body, and all ancient memories came flooding back, even seeing the first moments of his own life.

It was the first time when the universe was still in the Big Bang, and a hazy vast giant figure, gently holding him up with one hand,

"That's... What?"