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A skyscraper cliff, towering into the green underworld, looking down at the nine clouds. This is the cliff of the sky, the holy land of the immortal family in the eyes of the world, standing in the border state, proud of the common people.

One side of the platform, spraying ten thousand spiritual light, floats and sinks on the cliff of the sky, and faintly, there is a song spreading.

The time is nearly late, the red sun is falling in the west, as big as the sky, and the rest of the power is still burning the sky.

Ancient legends: the beginning of heaven and earth, ten yang accompanied, the heavenly dog swallows its nine, the rest of the yang, contains the heavenly machine, and then the heaven and the earth ****, the only remaining yang is also shattered, scattered into the heaven and earth countless suns, shining nine days and ten earths, the people of later generations of the yang divination, can glimpse the heavenly machine, and the sky fights for life.

At this time, on the platform, through the spiritual light, a hazy figure sat cross-legged, with ten fingers on both hands, exuding endless majesty. At the end of his fingers, a slender red light was drawn from the western sky, condensing into a clump, like a fireball, and like a tiny sun. In addition, nine clear and strange lights bloom at the fingertips, circling around the sun, tumbling and rolling, dividing and merging, and there is a tendency to exhaust the heavens.

The picture freezes, as if it is eternal!

The sunset converged on the last rays of light, and the darkness of heaven and earth was unified.

The aura of the Dao platform is still the same, hanging high in the nine heavens. The person on it is crowned with feathers, and the law is solemn. The little sun on his finger has been swallowed up by darkness, and he is like a fisherman, throwing his glowing bait into the dark sea of the earthly world, and the nine clear strange lights in his hand are the silk threads he fishes.

Exactly: nine lines in hand, fishing in the world; The darkness sits cross-legged, and the lonely heart waits for the fish.

This fishing is one night. When the fiery morning sun jumped out of the eastern horizon, he opened his eyes.

The bait has been eaten!

At the end of the fingers, nine clear strange lights were connected end to end, forming a circle. The torus is like a mirror, and it seems to be hazy with water mist. Two rays of light competing with the sun penetrated, ripples lifted, the mist rolled up, and two small fish broke out of the water, shining brightly in the air, turning into two big characters - border wilderness.

With a long sigh, the handprints fell, and everything disappeared.

The Taoist platform hangs high, the spiritual light reflects the morning glow, assimilated between heaven and earth, only the Taoist sound rumbles, rolling above the golden sea of clouds: "The world is Kyushu, my border state is at the end, not the way, but the fault of people." There are good talents in the border wilderness, and the revival of the cliff of my sky is hopeful. Careful! Careful! ”