The ghost is said, and the Tao believes in its soul. What is a ghost? Dao Sheng didn't know, he had only seen some things formed by the mutilated Three Souls and Seven Spirits, and although the cultivation realm that Dao Sheng had come into contact with called them ghosts, he didn't quite agree that 'they' were ghosts. I don't care if you're a ghost, or if you don't believe in a ghost, I'll study the real ghost if I see it.

After the Great Abyss, there was no test such as gold, wood, water, fire, earth, wind, rain, thunder and lightning, phantom array and so on that Dao Sheng imagined, and in front of him was a broken staircase, and the staircase was submerged in endless white ashes.

The sky is clear. Daosheng smelled 'death'.

Bai Qikeng killed 400,000 Zhao troops, and Xiang Yukeng killed 200,000 Qin troops. 400,000, 200,000 lives, what did they smell like before and after death? When he used to study history, he just regarded these two events as two sets of numbers: 400,000 and 200,000, like virtual coins, and felt that they were not very many. Now Dao Sheng has discovered that they are not like coins, coins are an illusory concept, four million, forty million, four hundred million, four hundred million, whatever you think, you can read.

400,000 or 200,000 are physical objects, entities, and once fresh life, how many grains of corn are 400,000 or 200,000, how many are 400,000 or 200,000 fish......

How many undead were there here -- two million, twenty million, twenty million, or more?

There is no inscription here, and there are no celebrities, no rights, no power, no high or low here. There is only history, not known. Only ashes, the history of thick ashes!

Dao Sheng has never experienced the feeling of dying of a steamed crab on the steaming grid. He inexplicably felt that the creatures here were once like crabs tied to crab claws and placed on a steaming grid.

The taste of 'death' is unpleasant, what is the taste of death? Dao Sheng can't describe it: is it joy, happiness, and liberation? is it sighing, sighing, and helplessness? is it sorrow, wailing, and crying? is it sorrow, pain, and anger? is it the seven emotions and six desires, is it tears, is it blood, is it water, is it the gathering and dispersion of the three souls and seven spirits? or is it ...... Still is...... Or is it the end? two hundred ...... Ten thousand...... Two thousand ...... Ten thousand...... How many lives, how many years of sorrow and sorrow ......? You were once living beings, you were once creatures who may have been geniuses, you were once the legend of this world, who are you? Who is it? Who is it that makes you end without wanting to end? Is it power, power, human heart, humanity, strength, strength? You have been ended after all, and you have been turned into dust......

In the white ashes, there are many traces of footprints. The traces become a path that leads to the end of the staircase. The white ashes are too thick, and the moment the leg is pulled out, it is covered by the surrounding white ashes, leaving only a shallow imprint.

Dao Sheng tried to lift his legs and take a step, and when he stepped down, the white ashes were submerged to his thighs, not splashed, like snow, like a thick history that condenses the endless heroic souls, unjust souls, the ups and downs of life, and the joys and sorrows of living beings. The ashes are talking, whispering, murmuring...... The sound is inaudible, permeating the past, present, and future...... Suffuse......

Dao Sheng was very careful and careful, he was afraid of disturbing the endless souls. Once brilliant, rich, humble, lowly, once sad, detached, sad, crying, you have sung the joys and sorrows of the world, you have experienced the separation of the world.

Are we your shadows? Are we replications? Are we the continuation of your past? I, Dao Sheng, Zhong Xuanyang, respect your past, respect your past as life, will not be your continuation, will not be your past, I will eventually wade through the river that you have not crossed, we will eventually walk out of a road that belongs to us, as for right and wrong! As for merit and demerits! If we die, let those who come after us sigh for our ashes! If we live, we will not be white bones, and we will not become ashes at the feet of others! We strive to live well. You're just ashes after all!

Dao Sheng quickens the pace, and many times, just respect it in his heart. I have to live, I have to live with dignity, with a bottom, and in a methodical way, and you are just ashes after all. We can't stop me from moving forward because you are ashes, we can't stop me because you were in the past, you are just the past after all! We can't live in your past, we can't live for your past!

The stairs are very dilapidated and full of loopholes, and if you accidentally step into the air, you will fall several steps. Dao Sheng's body can't be broken, and the sharp stone ridges can't break his skin. It is his heart and his love that are broken. At the same time, there are the hearts and feelings of endless creatures that have been rubbed together.

Dao Sheng reorganized his mood, and the endless hearts and feelings of the outside world tried to enter his mood, but Dao Sheng politely refused.

"How did you be, that was your past, I have my past, I have my future, the Tao is not the same, thank you for your kindness. "Dao Sheng understands that after endless years, the mood here has formed a special energy, if he enters the Nine Mysteries, it will have a great effect on him, and it will not affect his future cultivation, nor will it affect his Dao path. But the living beings do something and do not do it, and the living beings love the treasure and take it in a good way.

He clearly knew that he was very, very pedantic at this moment, like Kong Yiji, like the face of a hypocrite in Xuzhou, like the eyes of the life he wanted to get but couldn't get in his hometown, like shouting slogans on the stage of East Shenzhou, in fact, he was full of power in the form of male thieves and female prostitutes. But no matter what others say or think, no matter what he says and thinks, even if he encounters a black fog at this moment and wants his life, and the mood here can save his life, he will not contain these mood energy.

The steps are very long, like an infinitely extended road, and now it is more like a slope that extends infinitely upward, and the slope is covered with thick ashes, like snow, like blood, like a song, like a stream in history, like an eternal river of time...... Towards the past, the present, the future, and the infinite to the infinite. On the slope covered with ashes, there is a lonely figure, a lonely mood, a lonely life, in the middle of the child, lonely and slow. That ashes-like figure, mood, and life fall down from time to time, and then 'it' gets up and continues to go up and forward. It's like a dazed, struggling in time and space, fighting for the present, and yearning for the future.

The steps were long, and Dao Sheng landed gently and firmly, gently pulled out his legs, and then continued to gently settle and pull out his legs...... Circulate in the joys and sorrows of life......

"You're actually at peace now, aren't you? Your past is a thing of the past, and I don't want to disturb your dreams of the past and present, because you have no future, only the original of the past. Although the future of the future is not your future, I still hope that you will find your own future, and maybe you and I will have the opportunity to remember the past and the present again at a certain moment in the future...... But...... Alas!...... After all, it's not the future, I'm sorry, I'm just a mayfly, a grasshopper, a child...... I'm sorry, although I am weak, I have my way to go, I have my slope to climb, I have my love to cherish, my two beautiful ladies are still waiting for me at the end, I don't want them to be sad! I don't want them to be your continuation!" Dao Sheng suddenly remembered the mountain song he had heard and sung by Bailipo when he was a child: The sun has crossed the river, I want to pull the feet of the sun, the sun you turn around, I have a saying...... Dao Sheng hummed softly, and in his soft humming voice, there was desolation, vigor, and poverty......

The slope that was flooded with bone meal eventually came to an end, and the slope lost the assistance of the formation, which was not magical at all. If the Taoist is willing, one breath can pass through. However, that would frighten the ashes. Dao Sheng slowed down in the ashes, and he felt that he should slow down in the ashes!

At the end of the slope, there is a platform with a radius of more than ten zhang, and there are eight people on the platform. The space above the eight people has a circle of light that rotates with a shimmering light.

Among the eight people, Daosheng knows seven: Yongkudu, Wulife, Huang Weiyi, Mo Suyuan, Miao, Xu Feifei, Wanhualuo, what I don't know is a male cultivator who is not ugly or handsome like Daosheng, not very old, not high-realm, and is as true as Daosheng and they are truly saintly and perfect. The male cultivator took the initiative to greet him: "This must be the senior of the Dao Sheng? The junior Hu Haonan is polite." "Daosheng returned the salute and met everyone.

"I'm sorry to keep you waiting. There should be a way out!" Dao Sheng wanted to laugh, but his expression was stiff.

"Amitabha, we are indeed all waiting for the donor here. Everyone has a lot of doubts in their hearts. "Kudu Zen Master is solemn, he is very serious.

"The little bald head is right, the Heavenly Path doesn't seem to be as magical as the Middle Realm monk said, you see, even the lifeless has come, but why haven't so many other monks come? "Huang Weiyi is very direct.

Dao Sheng looked at Wu Life, and then looked at Mo Suyuan. He arched his hand and said: "Congratulations to the two younger sisters for their great improvement in strength." The lifeless girl can not only cultivate, but also reach the realm of the Yuan Baby, which is gratifying. Why don't we go outside and have a look? This should be the exit from the Heavenly Road. ”

"This is definitely an exit, but the Middle Realm was once a magic weapon that was scrapped, and I don't know how many years it has been floating in space, so we speculate that the place to go out is mostly uncertain. Besides, how powerful was a sect that could use one or even several realms as a testing ground? Whether it was just a sect's testing ground? Whether the exit led to the same place? No one can say clearly. Brother-in-law, might as well give us an answer right here. Huang Weiyi followed Mo Suyuan to call her brother-in-law, and the first time she called him, it was not very smooth.

After a period of adjustment and adaptation, Dao Sheng's smile naturally became a lot. "In that case, why don't we get into the flying boat and have a few drinks for our reunion?"

Everyone sat down in Nanfeiyan's cabin, and as the hostess, Xu Feifei and Miao naturally took on the responsibility of entertaining.

It is fate to be able to meet in this place, and there is no shortage of Hu Haonan's share. Each person has five hanging greens, three jars of wine: Suyun Yulu, Hongyan Xianxia, Ice Flame, and there is a large amount of dried meat in the lifeless store, and some are also taken out. In fact, there are a lot of good things in the storage bags of the other people here, but they can't be compared to the clouds and jade dew, the red face fairy glow, the ice flame and the hanging green.

Dao Sheng's tea leaves still have some inventory, he is not stingy, and takes Mao root and water cloud to quench the thirst of everyone. Listening to Lan Mi's introduction, the green smoke, water clouds, grass roots, and green fog in the heart of Xu Feifei are growing very well, but they are too slow, and the buds are only the size of rice grains. Although the growth is slow, there is always hope, and having a supply is the last word. Otherwise, Daosheng may not be willing to entertain with grass roots and water clouds.

Everyone introduced their experiences on the Heavenly Path, and found that except for the Spirit Absorbing Pool, the Fog Pine Hall, and the steps, which were the necessary paths for everyone, the rest were different. Especially Wusheng, when she entered the Heavenly Road, she couldn't cultivate, the storage bag prepared for her by Kudu Zen Master, Yu Wusheng was just a decoration, she was the only one who didn't cultivate when she entered the Heavenly Road with a body full of dried meat.

Fortunately, the number of people in the Scattered Cultivation Alliance is not enough, otherwise there is no life and no qualification to enter. She knew some formations and knew a lot of knowledge in the cultivation realm, but she didn't cultivate, she simply abandoned everything, followed her feelings, and actually walked to the spirit sucking pool, the spirit sucking pool sucked up the remnants of the spirit that blinded her, and she had no life to drink the spirit sucking liquid and chew the dried meat to survive, after all, she was a mortal body, and she couldn't breathe in the endless spirit sucking pool, and the spirit sucking liquid took her life. When she woke up in a daze, she found that she could cultivate, which was convenient for the cultivation of the soul in the spirit absorption pool, and she actually broke through the realm continuously in a short period of time and reached the consummation of the Yuan Infant.

Wanhualuo once went to Yiye Island to mine, Hu Haonan's family has a deep friendship with Yiping, and he once used the essence of cloud ore to refine his body for a long time. Mo Suyuan has clothes refined by Huang Weiyi's cloud mine, and has also absorbed the essence of cloud minerals. There is no need for Dao Sheng to explain, except for lifelessness, everyone knows that the essence of cloud ore is a talisman through the spirit absorption pool.