Dark.

Immensely dark.

Li Chunqiu seemed to sink in the darkness.

The dark world was like a quagmire, and Li Chunqiu gradually sank into it.

It's like sinking into the ocean.

But Li Chunqiu did not feel suffocated in his breathing, but felt an inexplicable comfort.

Soon, Li Chunqiu felt that his body seemed to be light, as if he had slipped out of the mud that was wrapped.

His body fell softly from mid-air, landing on a real sea.

The waves were splashed by Li Chunqiu, but they did not soak Li Chunqiu's clothes.

Li Chunqiu floated gently on the top layer of the sea, like a flying feather.

"What is this?"

Li Chunqiu sat up from the sea and looked around.

The whole world seems to be left with a sea at your feet.

And the sea at his feet did not have the slightest wave.

The calm is somewhat scary.

Li Chunqiu stood up, and under his feet, a ripple rippled on the surface of the water, and the water ripple quickly dissipated.

"Wasn't it in a courtyard just now?"

"Am I dead, or am I not dead?"

Li Chunqiu frowned and looked around.

The whole world is the sea, and only in the distance can you see a mountain peak, which looks like a wall at the end of the world.

Li Chunqiu paced towards the towering peak, and in the dark he seemed to feel that the peak was extremely important.

But why, he can't say.

Walking on the sea, round ripples rippled out from under his feet.

The ripples rippled and dissipated into the sea not far away.

I don't know how long I walked, but Takayama appeared nearby.

The stone mountain goes straight up and down, and stands up.

There is no limit in the four directions.

The world of only the blue sky and the sea has made waves here.

Heavy clouds and mist surround the stone mountain, as if to obscure the truth of a world.

Rays of light and inexplicable arcs of electricity spilled out from the top of the stone mountain, as if they were moistening the whole world.

Li Chunqiu walked to the bottom of the mountain only to find that it was not a mountain, it was a stone tablet.

It's just that the stele is too high.

It is beyond common sense and imagination.

Extremely poor, covering all directions.

"Where the hell is this?"

There is no sun in this world, but the sky is clear.

The absence of wind is like a permanent calm.

There are also mountains that do not belong to the world.

"Is this the afterlife?"

Li Chunqiu looked up at the stele, which was engraved with an inexplicable inscription, like the remnants of the endless spring and autumn years.

The inscription is like a pattern of birds and beasts, and it is like a star, sun and moon.

Every word on the stele reveals inexplicable vicissitudes.

In the golden hook iron painting, the wind and history still exist.

The handwriting glowed with a faint golden light.

Akira is marked by the desolation of endless years.

"This is Tarzan's stele?"

Li Chunqiu frowned.

"And where is this?"

It's a world without life and without wind.

Everything seems to be static.

And in the whole world, it seems that only the stone tablet is a living thing.

"The stele is alive?"

Li Chunqiu didn't know why he had this illusion, maybe it was because the world was too quiet.

It's quiet and a little scary.

Li Chunqiu stretched out his hand and gently stroked the handwriting on the stone tablet.

At the moment of touching, Li Chunqiu suddenly felt that it seemed that the heavens and the earth had changed abruptly.

He seemed to be immersed in another world for a moment.

An ancient history emerged in Li Chunqiu's eyes.

The ancients were chaotic, demons were rampant, and the ancients established martial arts to suppress the eight directions.

Endless memories surged in Li Chunqiu's mind, like the angle of the heavens looking down on all beings.

The desolation and sorrow of history have been skimmed aside, and there are only the most simple descriptions and pictures.

The dynasty collapsed, and endless years passed.

On the bones of the old dynasties, there are many kingdoms.

Endless war burns.

Eventually, an empire rose.

The life and death of one dynasty after another kept passing in front of Li Chunqiu's eyes.

Every detail, every person, every exercise, every cave.

Everything crossed in front of Li Chunqiu.

Li Chunqiu was trembling by the memories that were like a torrent of desolation, and subconsciously let go of the stele.

Then, the whole person fell down beside the stone monument and breathed heavily.

And this peaceful world seems to be bleak for a moment, and the sea and sea water are instantly dried up.

Above the blue sky, crimson cracks covered the sky.

A hurricane rose and swept in all directions.

The whole heavens and the earth shook.

Li Chunqiu felt a throbbing pain in his mind, he pressed his forehead with one hand, and it took him a long time to come back to his senses.

The vicissitudes of history from ancient times made him almost lose himself.

"What's that?"

"Is this the story it tells?"

Li Chunqiu felt that it was real, and it seemed that he had really seen a change in the world.

The sense of the heaviness and vicissitudes of history is almost overwhelming.

The cruelty and humanity that cannot be seen directly are revealed from generation to generation.

Li Chunqiu began to recall his memories.

From the beginning of the first human changes in antiquity, the struggle step by step was reviewed in his mind.

Then the next moment he opened his eyes suddenly.

"How so?"

In Li Chunqiu's mind, he came up with the martial arts mastery of the first emperor, "Huangji Jing Shigong".

Every exercise, every detail, even if it is deficient, can be modified.

It's all in the dark.

"Does it really exist?"

"Martial arts?"

"What the hell is this?"

"Can you cultivate?"

Li Chunqiu looked at the stone stele, he closed his eyes and recalled the memories in his mind again.

All the years of history came to his mind.

From the birth of the human race, slash-and-burn cultivation to ceremonial spring and autumn.

Endless years emerged, and Li Chunqiu slowly began to sort out his memories from eternity.

Half a day later, Li Chunqiu slowly opened his eyes.

"It's hard to imagine, where is this? What is the stele?"

The moment he touched the stele, he seemed to get the history of a world, and he looked at the beings he saw from the perspective of the heavens with an extremely cold gaze.

Endless years, endless life.

It's like a long scroll, but it's so real that it's deeply imprinted in Li Chunqiu's memory.

The vicissitudes of the world, the moving martial arts prosperity, and the terrifying strength of the human emperor like a myth.

After recovering from the shock, Li Chunqiu noticed the change in the world.

The sky was covered with crimson cracks.

The sea is dry and the rocks are rotting.

The whole world seems to be heading for decay.

"Flat as a quiet platform, like Ning Lake, there is no other thing, this is the spiritual platform. ”

Li Chunqiu muttered the words he had read in the "Martial Classics" compiled by the Second Dynasty in his memory.

He looked at the world from afar.

"This is my altar?"

"And what exactly is this stele?"

"What is that history?"

"Does that world really exist?"

"Where is that old courtyard in my memory?"

Li Chunqiu raised his head and looked at the towering stone tablet again.

only to find that a large piece of the stone tablet that he touched had turned from gold to light blue.

Li Chunqiu stretched out his hand, but finally took it back.

After just one touch, his spiritual platform was almost completely shattered, and now there was a faint pain in the center of his eyebrows.

If you do it again, I'm afraid the entire altar will be shattered.

"It's just, how am I going to get out now?"

Li Chunqiu raised his head and looked at the endless blue sky.

The dome is huge, and I am alone.