A ray of sunlight shone through the clouds and shone on Ye Ling in the library pavilion, Ye Ling's body trembled, looking at the sky, something seemed to be awakened in his body, and the word "Dao" in his forehead was dissipating little by little.

Road!

In the depths of Ye Ling's soul, all the Dao books read in the Library Pavilion appeared in his mind in an instant, and they merged into a single word "Dao", which seemed to contain ten thousand ways of red dust.

"Tao begets one, one begets two, two begets three, and three begets all things. ”

A voice sounded in the depths of Ye Ling's soul, ethereal and ethereal, causing Ye Ling to fall into an epiphany in an instant.

In the library pavilion, the master of the Qingshan Taoist Temple walked up, looked at Ye Ling, smiled faintly, and began to pack up the Taoist books on the ground, one by one on the bookshelf, as if he was doing something that had been repeated countless times.

He is a mortal, but he does not look like a mortal, and the Qingshan Taoist Temple does not look like a Taoist temple.

In the state of enlightenment, Ye Ling's heart has nothing but the Tao, the world is empty, only the Tao is eternal, in this state, Ye Ling's soul and Dao comprehension are growing wildly.

This is an earth-shattering creation, with Ye Ling's comprehension, the Qingshan Taoist Temple is also disappearing little by little, and the Taoist people in the Taoist Temple are also turning into nothingness little by little, as if they don't exist in the first place.

One year, maybe three years, Ye Ling was immersed in a state of enlightenment, and he didn't know how many years he had experienced.

"Buzz!"

One day, Ye Ling opened his eyes, there was no essence light, no sharp energy, just indifferent and calm.

The Qingshan Taoist Temple is gone, and the library pavilion is gone, there is only a barren mountain, a dilapidated market, and a Taoist, who is the master of the Qingshan Taoist Temple, watching him quietly.

"Enlightened?" said the Qingshan Dao Temple Master with a quiet, gentle smile on his face.

"Enlightened. ”

Ye Ling was silent for a moment and said, Qingshan Guan Lord nodded, smiled faintly, and looked at the sky.

"In fact, there are things in this world that seem to be true, but they are not true, they seem to be false, and they are not necessarily false. ”

He said, between the words, the barren mountains, the dilapidated streets, the whole world is being disillusioned a little bit, and even he is being blurred a little bit, Ye Ling looked at him with a shocked expression.

"He's gone, we shouldn't exist anymore, he's awakened, and this desolate universe should be changing. ”

The Lord of Aoyama Guan said, his body was blurring, the world around him was shattering, but there was a smile on his face, death seemed to be a relief for him, perhaps, he should not have existed.

"The Taoist is immortal, the immortal Taoist, Ye Ling, remember this sentence, remember him. ”

Qingshan Guan Guan said, looking at Ye Ling, Ye Ling looked at him, nodded, he smiled, and a world was instantly disillusioned.

In a dilapidated, desolate, dusty ancient Taoist temple that seems to have been dusted for many years, a group of beggars lie horizontally, exuding a pungent smell.

"Whew!"

Suddenly, there was a hum, in the Taoist temple, under the only stone statue, a crack was born in the void, and a person slowly walked out of it, a young man, carrying a sword, as if a mortal.

"Who are you?" A person who suddenly appeared startled a group of beggars in the Taoist temple, and looked at Ye Ling with a solemn look on his face and a little fear in his eyes.

Ye Ling glanced at the beggars around him, then looked at the heavenly dome outside the Taoist temple, and then looked at the stone statue behind him, his eyes were condensed, his expression was serious and respectful, and he bowed down, knelt three times and bowed nine times.

The stone statue has no face, only an outline, perhaps no one can remember and carve his appearance, or maybe it has been destroyed by the people who came after him, and he cannot exist in this world.

He remembered the last words of the Qingshan Guanguan Lord, he woke up, this desolate universe should also change, maybe the person who woke up was the one who saved him, the Taoist immortal, the immortal Taoist.

Qingshan Taoist Temple, Library Pavilion, Taoist, everything is nothing, just a small world illusion, just as the Lord of Qingshan Guanguan said, this world is virtual and real, true and false.

Now, the small world is disillusioned, everything is gone, only one Ye Ling remains, and when he walks out of that small world, a small world of illusion is actually a shocking creation for Ye Ling.

Tenmu Yae!

The comprehension of the world's Dao Yi has reached the limit of the Heavenly Martial Realm, and it seems that he has already touched the threshold of the Dao Martial Realm, as for the soul, he no longer knows what realm he has reached.

Walking out of that small world, Ye Ling's strength had reached a terrifying realm.

Even if it is Situ Tongshi, he can still fight, and he is sure that he can win the battle, and the demon body has been recondensed, stronger than before, and there seem to be some differences that Ye Ling does not know.

"Whew!"

The sword was unsheathed, which startled a group of beggars, looking at this faceless stone statue, Ye Ling swung his sword and wrote a line of words in front of the stone statue.

The Taoist is immortal, the Taoist is immortal!

Then he glanced at the beggars around him, turned away, and the moment he turned around, this line of words disappeared, but Ye Ling didn't know that in the past few years, he was still in Taixuan City.

This is an unknown Taoist temple in Taixuan South City, it is said that it is hidden unknown, many people do not want to approach, and they are all beggars and the like, Ye Ling walked out of the nameless Taoist temple, only to know that seven years have passed.

In the Qingshan Taoist Temple, he didn't know the time, seven years, as if it had passed in the blink of an eye, seven years, he really completely disappeared in Taixuan City.

Seven years, what can happen, he doesn't know, he didn't go to Taixuanwu Mansion for the first time, nor did he go to Taixuan Palace, he needs to know the changes in the situation in Taixuan City in the past seven years.

Dressed in a Taoist robe, carrying a sword on his back, and without a trace of breath on his body, like a mortal, Ye Ling walked to Beicheng and Taixuanwu Mansion step by step, inquiring about news along the way.

"Get out of here!"

On the street, a car pulled by a three-toothed tiger drove up, rampage through the street, knocking pedestrians one by one, and the people above shouted, whipping out, pumping on one person after another, arrogant.

Ye Ling was on this street, watching the car coming indifferently, still walking, not avoiding, and even the pace under his feet did not stop, which surprised the people around him.

"Hurry up and get out of the way, this is Sima Fu's car, you can't mess with it. Someone shouted, as if to remind Ye Ling.

Ye Ling was slightly stunned, Sima Mansion, he thought of Sima Yun, the person who had admired Beigong Bangyue for a long time, and after thinking for a moment, the carriage had already appeared in front of him, and a whip was slammed towards Ye Ling.

The people around looked at this scene and couldn't help but avoid their eyes, as if they had seen the bloody scene.

(End of chapter)