It's a bizarre primeval forest.

The valley is deep, the stream is looping, the mountains are embraced, and the tall trees are luxuriant.

It was still morning, and the sun had already shown its great power, spreading the overbearing light and heat on the land, so that in a short time, the fog from the night had not completely dissipated, and the water vapor that had been steamed up was ready to take over.

The entire primeval forest is covered with clouds and mist from bottom to top, and it is like a fantasy no matter how far or near you look.

However, the trees here are generally 100 meters or even hundreds of meters above, and those clouds and mist cannot cover such a tall area, so it is still sunny above the forest, or "canopy area".

At this time, above the forest, somewhere.

I don't know if it is natural growth or some special reason, the canopy here twists and intertwines, and a large amount of earth is artificially carried up, and over time, another piece of land is gradually formed, a volley, supported by an unusually dense and solid canopy of land located more than 100 meters above the ground.

This land is unusually large, with no edge in sight, and there are a large number of earth, wood and stone buildings scattered on it, and where the land is opened, trees from the real earth continue to grow upward, making the best greenery for this "city in the sky" or "city in the canopy".

From time to time, monkeys and other climbing creatures swayed from the long branches of the trees, chasing and playing, and occasionally, there were occasional smoke rising from a few buildings.

If it weren't for the overall location in the air, this would be a very ordinary city and town.

But because of its overall location in the air, it's actually impossible to be ordinary.

When the sun rises to a certain height, on this land, out of nowhere, a distant and vigorous voice sounds, which is probably blown out by some musical instrument, and with the sound of this sound, the city instantly comes alive, countless figures of all sizes walk or run out of the buildings, and some are more directly moved in the form of afterimages.

In a short time, everyone gathered in an empty place.

"Abba, is God going to start teaching the Dharma again?" a little boy in a long robe with big sleeves looked up and asked his father, who was full of beard and dressed short.

The little boy's accent was very strange, but he could still vaguely hear that he was speaking the lingua franca of the mainland.

"Yes, the gods are going to start teaching the Dharma again, and it will start soon, and this is the fourth time. Little Brother Tu, you have to seize the opportunity, the Great Elder said that you are already very close to the next level. The father rubbed the boy's head and said.

"Abba, I will. The little boy said very calmly, unhurriedly.

Then there were people in the crowd commanding, such as the little boy's father, the strong man stood in the outermost circle, the old man sat in the middle circle, and as for the center surrounded by the strong man and the old man, there was a group of dolls, some big and some small, the big was no more than fifteen or sixteen, the younger was two or three years old, some of them could not walk, crawling on the ground, and even some could not even climb, lying in the package and looking around curiously with big eyes, and some were sleeping.

"Huh...... Ke...... Mo...... Quiver...... Om...... Truths...... Whoop...... Woo ......"

This time it is not the lingua franca of the mainland, but a completely strange recitation, those peripheral big men with strange steps, strange recitation, keep stepping, slowly circle around the old men, and those old people closed their eyes one by one, with solemn expressions.

After a while, the elements between heaven and earth and some other inexplicable things slowly gathered here, and then they were driven by the steps of the big men, spinning in the same circle, and gathering little by little towards the center in the slow rotation.

It was at this time that suddenly, the prayers of the great men were paused, and then they quickly returned to their original state.

This is due to the fact that the "Divine Teachings", or rather, another story told by Kaspersky, begins......

For the time being, no one knows how this talk will be different from the previous ones.

But the truth is, it's not the same.

The first few times he talked about it, Fang Tian was talking with the mentality of teaching the Dharma to all beings on the mainland, and he himself was transcendent from the outside world, at that time, he had the attitude of going with the flow or "going with the waves" for further cultivation, and now, he has a strong desire to forge ahead.

I want to go to the sky!

When he told this story again, he was no longer detached from the outside world, no longer presenting a simple story from an isolated, high-up, and overlooking perspective, but invested his entire mental consciousness into the story and on Long Aotian.

Long Aotian stood in front of the bluestone staircase on the island that led somewhere, looked up, looked at the distance of the bluestone staircase, and also looked at the vast sky.

At this moment, all the people on the mainland who watched this picture trembled physically and mentally, even those in the Holy Realm. At this moment, everyone seemed to have an illusion, as if they were the dragon Aotian in the picture.

And that dragon Aotian was looking up at the sky.

The sky is vast, providence ...... Providence is also vast......

I don't know how long I stood in front of the bluestone stairs, it seemed like it was just a moment, and it seemed that millions of years had passed, at this time, all the viewers were obsessed, lost the concept of time, and also lost the concept of self, at this time, everyone was Long Aotian.

And Long Aotian finally took the first step.

With this step, on the continent, countless large and small corners, elements surged, and countless cultivators, unconsciously, the levels they faced were loosened.

One step, one step, one step at a time.

Long Aotian walked up the stairs slowly, solemnly but incomparably solidly, as if condensing all the life, as if condensing all the life, no matter what was in front of him, he could not stop his footsteps. And at this time, all the viewers, whether ordinary people or cultivators, whether martial artists or magicians, were all immersed in their minds, and their consciousness was like electricity.

A lifetime, all the past, all the forgotten and unforgotten, are all at this moment, from front to back, one after another, and then in Long Aotian's footsteps, step by step, step by step, step by step, being dragged from complicated to simple, from chaos to distinction.

And in this process, the vast majority of ordinary people sweated profusely, and then fainted, losing their continued sense of the picture.

However, if there were high-level cultivators around, they would see that the brilliance of these people's lives was as if they had been washed by water, washing away the turbidity and gloom, and becoming clear, even if they were not bright, they were all shining.

And when these people wake up, they will find that all the decayed and disabled people, all the disease-ridden people, all the people who have accumulated labor and pain, and all the people who are in the "not very cool" or even "very unhappy" will find that all the unhappiness and profits are swept away.

At this moment, the sky is full of rain, the world is moist, the haze is gone, and life is bright.

This is true for ordinary people, but what about cultivators who are not ordinary people?

All the cultivators, all the cultivators who have advanced in a "step-by-step, step-by-step, step-by-step" way, have unconsciously burst into tears, moved by the struggle they have had, and moved by the tenacity they once had in their own lives, and in this touch, many things have changed unconsciously.

Then, hundreds of millions of people, united in one body, immersed in the story, followed Long Aotian's steps, and continued to move forward slowly and steadily step by step.

It was also in this process that many low-level cultivators, like ordinary people before them, fainted, or unconsciously operated skilled cultivation routines, magicians meditated, martial artists framed postures, and so on, and then the common feature was that they lost their further sense of the story.

Unconsciously, the stone steps were exhausted, and the picture was gently lifted or transformed like the wind, and Long Aotian was already in an ordinary courtyard.

It is similar to the courtyard when Kaspersky appeared, similar to the courtyard when Long Aotian appeared, similar to the courtyard in the Maple Forest compound, and similar to the thousands of courtyards on the mainland. - It was an ordinary courtyard with no unusual or any characteristics.

But after countless searches, stepping on the long staircase to the sky, how can the place you come to be really ordinary?

The grounds are simple with only three cabins.

After looking around in the courtyard for a long time, facing the empty place except for these three huts, Long Aotian hesitated for a while and walked towards the hut on the left.

The door of the house was closed, and when he came closer, Long Aotian tentatively pushed it with his hand, but he couldn't push it. Faced with this situation, Long Aotian took a few steps back, looked at this hut, and then looked at the other two huts, and the other two huts also had their doors closed.

stepped forward again, this time, with a little more strength, Long Aotian pushed the door again.

The door did not open, but a few big characters appeared on the door, appearing in front of Long Aotian's eyes: "Ninth-level martial artist road." ”

If it was in the past, all cultivators would be shocked, whether it was a martial artist or a magician, because the martial artist inheritance on the mainland had always only reached the sixth level. Level 9, that's something I've never heard of. The first time they see it, they will only think that they have made a mistake, and after verifying that they are not wrong, they will wonder if it is a mistake here.

After these two are correct, they will start to shock themselves.

At this time, the cultivators were just yearning, proud, or complicated, looking at this thing that had actually appeared on the mainland.

Writing was presented, but the door did not open and there were no further changes. Long Aotian came to the other two rooms again, and then saw the "Holy Rank Mage Road" and the "Inquiry Heart Road" respectively. (To be continued.) )