The ancient trees are towering to the sky, and the flowing water is murmuring. During this time, Fang Tian had spent most of his time cultivating and meditating here.

This time, Fang Tian almost impatiently entered the "Empty and Silent Realm" again. In an instant, the surrounding elements were dragged in, and in the sea of knowledge, as always, like snowflakes falling, and after a while, the mist condensed from thousands of green leaves slowly seeped down again.

Fang Tian's mind did not enter the sea of consciousness, but kept it in the sense of his body.

When the qi and blood in his body began to boil again, Fang Tian's feeling was obviously different from before.

In the past, Fang Tian only vaguely felt countless large and small rivers rushing in his body, but this time, the rushing still continued, but in addition, Fang Tian also felt that in this rush, there were bits and pieces of indescribable things, in an extremely slow and very slow way, slowly, with the river as the center, spreading in all directions.

The body is being moistened.

Especially when the "water mist" on the other side of the sea of knowledge, accompanied by the qi and blood of the body itself, slowly penetrates from head to toe, the moisturizing feeling suddenly increases countless times.

Immersed in this feeling, slowly, Fang Tian's mind gradually entered the darkness.

I don't know how long it took, and I don't know when it started, in a trance, Fang Tian felt that he had become a leaf, a leaf with a petiole on the top and the tip of the leaf below.

The petiole is connected to the "big tree", and from the "big tree", the mist, which is like wisps of water, slowly but never stops, penetrates slowly, and then, along the countless large and small veins in the leaves, all the way, towards the tip of the leaf.

And everywhere the mist spreads. The whole leaf is stretching, stretching.

In the darkness, Fang Tian felt that from the depths of his body and mind, there were indescribable cheers, just like the grass and trees that had been dry for a long time, at this moment, finally ushered in the rain from the sky.

In the past, there was no experience or feeling more than at this time. It is more moving, and it makes the whole mind deeply intoxicated.

All thoughts had been lost, and at this moment, Fang Tian only instinctively felt his own leaves. Almost greedily sucking up that little bit of mist, and at the same time. In almost infinitely. Stretch yourself in all directions.

to withstand more ganlin penetration.

It was at this time that what Fang Tian didn't know was that in the induction of Andy Eric and others, this direction belonged to the life brilliance that belonged to him. Suddenly, it disappeared again.

With the experience of the last time, everyone was no longer surprised, but almost thought about it in their hearts. "Looking at the situation of His Highness, I'm afraid that in the near future, I will be promoted again, right?"

However, at this time, everything in the outside world has nothing to do with Fang Tian.

If Fang Tian still had thoughts at this time, he would know and suddenly realize that his current state was the real "Empty Silence and Dust Realm", the real "Empty Silence", the real "Dust Separation", in other words, the previous many times of cultivation had actually been just practicing, just rehearsal.

But just because this was a real emptiness and silence, at this moment, Fang Tian didn't have any thoughts.

All thoughts have long since disappeared, and at this moment, only life itself is breathing and stretching.

This is what is described in the realm of emptiness and silence, "emptiness and silence from the dust, creation and self-transport".

At this moment, "I breathe with heaven and earth, and I communicate with the universe alone."

The magician's sense of life can be as small as an insect and an ant, as large as a grass and a tree, all of which are better than seeing with one's own eyes, and it can even be said that it is completely clearer and more comprehensive than seeing with one's eyes. However, no matter how powerful this feeling is, how can you feel the whole world?

Therefore, Andy and the others couldn't feel Fang Tian.

Therefore, at this moment, in a sense, Fang Tian was already closely connected to this land and the billions of creations on this land.

I don't know when, Fang Tian's mind quietly turned back from the darkness.

And at the moment of turning, the wonderful feelings and feelings, bit by bit, flashed in the consciousness.

Underfoot, around, from near to far, and even infinitely, those billions of lives, large and small, billions and billions of lives, are like the crystal sparkle in the deep and dark sky at night, like stars, stars, stars, or silent, or noisy, standing on this earth.

This is an infinitely brilliant and infinitely brilliant sea of life!

And under this ocean of life, the earth, indescribably majestic and heavy, has been silently and eternally supporting these billions of lives since ancient times.

In his feelings, Fang Tian felt that he was no longer a leaf, but a tree.

Or maybe a little grass.

Actually, it's all the same.

At his feet, the earth standing on his feet seemed to have infinite power spreading towards it, and he himself, at some point, had changed from standing quietly with his hands hanging down to raising his arms towards the sky, forming an inverted figure-eight shape.

This is a very strange posture, in the past and present life, unless it is when it is time to stretch his waist, Fang Tian can't remember when he has made such a gesture, and has always maintained such a posture.

But the feeling coming from the body clearly told him, as if he had already stood here in such a posture for thousands of years, ten thousand years.

A qiē is so familiar.

A qiē is so natural.

It's familiar, it's natural, it's as if it's supposed to be.

And in the feelings, the billions of lives, especially the genus of plants and trees, are like this.

The roots are deep or shallow, but all of them embrace the earth tenaciously and stubbornly, and then, with the support of the earth and the infinite power given by the earth, they sprinkle the limited and almost infinite life brilliance of their own lives to the surroundings and lift them to the blue sky.

The gift of the earth, the power of the earth, flows through every vein of life.

From bottom to top, and from top to bottom, it flows through every vein, penetrates into every thread, and permeates every part of life. Life never stops, and this flow never stops.

Fang Tian suddenly remembered a word, "Yan".

It's inflammation.

Actually, it's not so much about remembering as it is about realizing, or rather. woke up in a dream that lasted for thousands of years, and then, suddenly, I found that I was a "Yan".

The Flame of Life.

All life, in fact, is a "flame", through support, to sprinkle one's own brilliance in all directions and to the void.

And if life is inflamed. What about the support of life?

What is it, which has been silently providing strength to this flame of endless life since time immemorial?

Fang Tian suddenly remembered another word, "yellow".

Then, the two words in my head instantly came together on their own.

Yan!

It's not the Yanhuang of Yanhuang City. It is the "Yan Huang" in the previous life, the Chinese civilization.

That's it. Some kind of memory. In an instant, he crossed time and space, returned to his previous life in a trance, and followed the river of time, infinitely upward, towards that distant and legendary era......

And then. One shadow after another, in Fang Tian's consciousness, flashed like a relief.

They may be ragged or behave violently. or rude, or haggard.

In fact, it was a group of wild men.

And this is the impression that Fang Tian had on the legendary Chinese ancestors in his previous life, regardless of the three emperors and the five emperors......

In his previous life, when he was very young, Fang Tian had bathed in the myths and legends of China, and was worshiped by those characters with supernatural powers in the story. ――Of course, at that time, I didn't know what it meant to bow down, but I simply longed for it to become a character in the story.

Later, I came into contact with "Journey to the West".

I don't know what kind of combination it is, in short, the two are blended together in a mode of light and shadow.

After that, when it came to the ancient figures, the first thing that flashed in Fang Tian's mind was four words-

Have something going for one!

Whether it is Pangu who opened the sky, or Nuwa who made up the sky, or just the Yellow Emperor who set the world.

Among them, the Yellow Emperor is the most "not good", but even if this is the worst, there is also a Nine Heavens Xuannu by his side!

I don't know how many years this impression has lasted, and I don't know how many years I have admired those ancient figures.

It wasn't until later that the children and teenagers grew up, and gradually moved from bizarre myths and legends into the reality that there was no weirdness and deviance.

What a great power, what infinite power, but just a group of wild people who have not yet been fully civilized!

When human beings are moving towards civilization step by step, in fact, they have been abandoned forever, which also represents the farewell of human beings to the ancient wilderness.

This was also Fang Tian's final impression of the so-called Yanhuang Ancestor in his previous life.

But at this time, in my mind, many thoughts kept flickering.

Civilization, what is civilization?

There is a man who drills wood to make fire, takes the light and flame from the hands of heaven and earth, and lets mankind bid farewell to the cold and dark days and the days of drinking blood. Is this civilization?

There is a man who erects a tree as a house, so that human beings can say goodbye to the days when they lived on the earth and were exposed to the wild. Is this civilization?

There is a person who distinguishes grass and wood, teaches people to plough, and teaches people to burn, so that human beings can bid farewell to primitive gathering, so that human beings can hope to avoid the harm of pain and disease. Is this civilization?

There is a person who makes people make words, guides the people to knowledge, and lets human beings say goodbye to ignorance and ignorance step by step. Is this civilization?

......

These people are all savages.

In his previous life, he would only say to these people, "We have to look at these people objectively, on the one hand...... On the other hand......"

In the final analysis, is it just looking down and looking down so that you can despise it?

With a faint view of the latecomers, look at the ancestors who are still in the wilderness.

It's just that at this moment, in my mind, in this regard, all the understandings are turned upside down in an instant.

-- What if you are in rags, how about your demeanor, how about your brutality, how about being vulgar, even if you are haggard?

They were born among thorns, and their surroundings were full of thorns, including the heavens and the earth.

Poisonous insects and beasts are thorns, plants and trees are thorns, floods and floods are thorns, scorching red sun is thorns, rain, dew, snow and frost are thorns...... A qiē and a qiē in all directions are thorns......

And they, with their own hands and the most primitive means, cut the thorns little by little, opened up the road little by little, little by little, between heaven and earth, for themselves and for generation after generation of latecomers, fighting for the right to live.

Just step by step, from the infinite thorns and wind and rain, and some of them, some of them who can represent all of them, are also sublimated all the way in the hearts of countless ancestors, and finally, sublimated into that eternal totem.

Then, this totem was finally frozen in several changes, and it was fixed in two words.

Yan!

Then, many years, many years, countless latecomers, all the way up from the path they opened, all the way far, farther and farther, to that distant totem looks, more and more insignificant, more and more bleak.

In the end, it was so small and dim that Fang Tian in his previous life had completely forgotten about it.

Totem, totem, the distant and distant totem, what kind of appearance will you be today?

Is it still high above the ground and suspended between heaven and earth, or has it become a ruined monument and disappeared in the smoke and grass?

If you are still on top, I will lift my head and look up willingly.

If you are broken, if you are annihilated, I will bend my knees, I will kneel, I will prostrate on the ground, just so that I can still worship you with a posture of looking up. (To be continued.) For mobile phone users, please go to read. )