In the newborn world, it was a barren.

Zhang Daoran appeared on a bald mountain, which was bare, earthy yellow rocks, and looked like it had no life. Zhang Daoran closed his eyes tightly and stood there with his hands behind his back.

In front of Zhang Daoran, there is a scripture book the size of a door, "Huang Ting Jing". "Huang Tingjing" exudes a purple light, and the title page slowly opens. The title page is turned very slowly, as if a three-year-old child is struggling to open it.

In the distance, the Tower of Fortune towers over a hill, emitting a yellow glow. At the top of the tower, a purple wheel of light slowly took shape. It's just that now it's blurry, and I can only see a general outline.

At this time, the whole heaven and earth, time seems to stand still, everything in the world, everything in the heavens and the earth, is still.

In this newly formed world, the cultivators who were imprisoned here by Zhang Daoran maintained various movements, either walking or sitting, lying or leaning on their backs...... Everyone, as if they were frozen, maintained a strange posture, allowing space to stand still and time to stand still.

In a blink of an eye, suddenly the world changed, and the years went backwards.

It's like a fast-paced movie, and the world returns to chaos.

In the blink of an eye, the years passed, and the world changed again, returning from chaos to the image of time standing still.

"There are thousands of laws, the powerful are respected, and time and space are kings. Vitality, dark fluorescence. ”

Suddenly, Zhang Daoran opened his mouth as if in a dream, and suddenly opened his eyes. Both eyes and one eye are like black holes, and all the past and future changes in the black hole are all covered. The right eye is like a bronze mirror, and the thousands of universes and world barriers are clear in it.

As Zhang Daoran opened his eyes, the originally static time and space, the originally static world, returned to its original state in an instant. And the cultivators in the nascent world, as if they were unconscious, continued to move.

Zhang Daoran stretched out his right hand, the law evolved, and the rules condensed. A chaotic-colored ball slowly formed, the ball halo rotated, and the mountains and rivers inside were clear: "This is the law of time, the law of space......"

In an instant, the chaotic-colored ball shattered, turned into a sky full of aura, and dissipated.

Zhang Daoran stretched out his left hand, and a piece of chaos suddenly appeared in the palm of his hand, and the chaos evolved, turning into a world full of stars. This piece of starry sky, weird but the size of a palm, slowly rotated in the palm of Zhang Daoran's palm: "This is the rule of time... Spatial rule ......"

Zhang Daoran had no sadness or joy on his face: "It's a pity... The poor path is not cultivated enough now, and the laws and rules are not well understood, so it cannot change the ...... of the world in front of you."

The laws converge into the world, and the rules converge into the universe. Zhang Daoran's right-hand rule, left-hand rule, world changes, space condensation, all in one heart: "Poor Dao can condense the world at will, but it can't live in living beings." The poor road can turn back time, make time stand still...... It's a pity that it can't change everything......"

Looking at it is still slowly opened, unlike the "Huang Ting Sutra" that opened a page to inherit a magical power before, although the current "Huang Ting Sutra" has not been opened, the magical power that is casually inherited is a peerless magical power that I couldn't think of before.

"The cultivation realm of the poor path is changing, and it is constantly becoming stronger. "Huang Ting Jing" also continues to change the inheritance of the French style... It's been two years... The poor path has not been passed on......"

Since the filming of "The Romance of the Gods", the threads of luck have continued to converge, and Zhang Daoran did not open the inheritance of "Huang Tingjing", but after accumulating a huge number, he tried to accept the inheritance.

Unexpectedly, a certain amount of luck silk threads were condensed, and before Zhang Daoran was ready, "Huang Ting Jing" had already automatically begun to inherit the Taoist supernatural powers: "Time, space, and the law of power...... It's a pity that the law of force is too complicated, and Poor Dao only understands the surface ...... now."

Zhang Daoran knew that as his cultivation realm continued to improve, there were more and more silk threads of qi luck gathered, and the rules of the laws of time and space, the rules of the law of strength, would slowly improve in his heart.

When Zhang Daoran appeared in front of the door of the Fortune Tower, the door of the Fortune Tower had already opened.

Zhang Daoran walked into the Qiyun Tower, and looked at the first floor of the Qiyun Tower with his eyes, it was desolate, it seemed to be a starry sky, and there were many door-like light doors. It's just that these light gates are basically all closed, and only one light door is open.

Zhang Daoran walked into this door, did not hesitate, and walked directly into it. Entering the light gate, there are nearly 100 steps, leading directly to the second floor, Zhang Daoran climbed the stairs, and soon reached the second floor.

Like the first layer, this is also a starry sky, and there are countless light gates in the starry sky. Only one door opened. Zhang Daoran continued to step into it......

It wasn't until the seventh floor that Zhang Daoran couldn't find the portal to continue going up, and stood in the starry sky, looking for the reason why the Qi Luck Tower guided him here. There is a starry sky here, and it seems that the stars are within reach, but Zhang Daoran knows very well that with his current cultivation realm, reaching the nearest star will not be possible for thousands of years, or even longer.

Zhang Daoran stood in the starry sky, and just stood still, the stars around him suddenly shone brightly, and the endless stars converged and intertwined, forming a water-blue ball of light. The ball of light was the size of a fist and exuded an aura of mysterious power.

Zhang Daoran stared at this small aqua blue ball with both eyes, the color became brighter and brighter, as dazzling as the sun.

Suddenly, his eyebrows were cold, and Zhang Daoran felt like he was falling into an ice cave, and then recovered as before.

When the light disappeared in front of him, the aqua blue ball of light was gone.

Zhang Daoran just stood in place in a daze, but the Yuan Shen had already sunk into all parts of his body. Within the three hundred and sixty-five acupuncture points in the body, a little bit of light kept flickering. Three hundred and sixty-five acupuncture points and three hundred and sixty-five points of light are intertwined with each other, forming a star pattern in the body.

In the sea of knowledge, the fog churned, and a sun star rose from the east. A bright moon hangs in the west, the sun and the moon shine together, and the stars correspond. A star pattern flashes away with an aura of mystery.

Slowly, Zhang Daoran's spirit returned to his place, and his body regained his freedom.

Slowly raising his hand, a star hovered in the palm of his hand. Zhang Daoran stretched out a hand, and the stars in the distance, which could only be reached for thousands of years, suddenly seemed to be pulled by a mysterious force and flew towards Zhang Daoran. The stars are getting closer and closer, and in the blink of an eye, this is a desolate planet comparable to the sun. Zhang Daoran's heart moved, and the planet slowly blurred, falling in Zhang Daoran's palm, merging with the stars that had just condensed......

"Pick the stars... I don't know how many times the power of the poor Dao is stronger, why hasn't there been the slightest change in the cultivation realm?"

Zhang Daoran was a little confused, and no one answered for Zhang Daoran. Even in the previous "Huang Ting Jing", every time it was inherited, there would be annotations and detailed explanations, but this time there was no ...... at all

With a thought, Zhang Daoran walked out of the Qi Luck Tower.

Standing in the nascent world, Zhang Daoran had some realization in his heart: "There is no 12 yuan chen in time here, and the world here only has the sun and the sun and the yin star, and there is no sky and star......"

Zhang Daoran seemed to have found another path of cultivation: "Could it be that the beginning of the vitality of this world is to let this heaven and earth, stars appear, and time appear?"

This thought came to me like a door to the future, gradually opening. Zhang Daoran's state of mind seems to have been washed.