"You say: Why should there be immortals, cultivators, and mortals in this world?"

On a high mountain,

A smooth and smooth stone top poked into the dark forest full of verdant green,

On the top of the smooth and smooth stone, there was a vague person, an old man in a tattered robe, just talking to himself, with a blue sky on his face. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

"This is the need of this heaven and earth cage!

The need for order!

The need for the law!

The environment needs it!"

The old man, who was slowly speaking, seemed to be singing a song, a permanent ballad, and as if he was carefully recalling the meaning of these words themselves.

"Even, our immediate needs!"

Chewing some obscure words, the old man in a tattered and wide robe slowly looked at the blue sky and smiled!

I took care of myself and smiled without any scruples!

The smiling old man, with his dirty white beard shaking and shaking, slowly lowered his head, his face was full of love and affection, stretched out his wrinkled hand, and slightly stroked a black Youyou's head shrunk under the robe.

The head is small, the hair is shiny, and it is silent, as if it has always been, always been there, generally!

"Do you understand?"

The old man who stroked the black and shiny little head, smiled lovingly and affectionately, and teased the ignorant villain who was shrunk in a tattered robe.

"This is about the immutable fate of hundreds of millions of years, and even, the innate reincarnation!"

The old man who teased the villain, stroked his head, slowly raised his chin, the sharp chin was like a cone, and looked up again, his face was shining in the sky, and his voice was suddenly bright.

"For example, the night sky!

Bright stars!

Such as, the universe!

A deep black hole!

Such as, heaven and earth!

The chaos is just beginning, what moment of confusion and milk fog!

Such as, we!

Suddenly awakened, a flash of inspiration in an instant, Daigo empowerment!"

Looking straight at the blue sky, the old man sitting on the top of the smooth talc had a faint flash of electricity in his eyes.

"You, you have to penetrate all kinds of thick surface covers. Direct, hit, the surface is covered with layers of ash, and the scarred truth tin box. ”

The voice, in vain, is hidden in thunder!

"Strength, be strong, strong, and thorough!

otherwise

It's just that another place is added to its body, a faint or deep scar, mottled!

This is not what you want!"