"Through the ages..."

As soon as the words came out, the voice still echoed in my ears. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

In the next moment, Chen Yan felt the change in the stars he had turned into, no, it should be the change of the stars he had turned into.

.........

Chen Yan was once an ordinary star emitting a dim gray light among the thousands of stars.

Until after the light of the day.

A sea change has just taken place.

Above his body, the once dull gray Dead Sea became a turquoise stream that flowed through the stars.

The dead volcano is also dotted with lush greenery, turning into green hills.

Between the green mountains and the blue sea, vitality flows, spirituality is derived, and countless living beings are bred.

Spirits transformed by plants and trees.

Stone monsters made of rocks.

A beast of the beast.

A xenomorph bred by heaven and earth.

And among these, what has always attracted Chen Yan's attention, or the consciousness of the world, is at the source of the blue sea, a young bud that exudes colorful light.

From the beginning, it could only be considered a seed.

One that was conceived from the source of the Dead Sea... Dead seeds.

Later, the sun hung high, the heavens and the earth changed dramatically, and the Dead Sea came to life and turned into a blue sea.

And then the seed germinated.

It grew into a colorful young shoot.

As a world consciousness, Chen Yan felt the luck of the blue sea ten out of ten in the colorful sprouts.

And in this star world, almost seventy percent of the luck is also gathered in the colorful buds.

In Chen Yan's view, this will be the Tao of all living beings in this world.

After the colorful buds grow, they will contain the secrets of the Heavenly Dao.

Serving oneself is the beginning of the way.

The day when this bud grows will be the day when the creatures in the stars will embark on the path.

How long does it take?!

It will take 10,000 years, million years, or 10 million years?!

Chen Yan wasn't sure.

But now he's sure.

It turns out that all this takes the time of a sentence.

A thousand years in one night, a word for eternity!

"It turns out... This is the passage of eternity..."

Just after that sentence, as the consciousness of the star, Chen Yan witnessed the growth of the young shoot in an instant.

The source of the blue sea, colorful young buds, grew into a blue tree.

And that's where it all began.

Under Chen Yan's gaze, I don't know how long it took, the top of the green tree actually gave birth to one hundred and eight green leaves containing the secrets of heaven and earth.

The Tao is born and raised.

And the one hundred and eight green leaves, from the day they grown, slipped down on their own, and flowed all over the world along the water of the blue sea.

Chen Yan always paid attention to those green leaves.

The world is slim, tossing and turning, even though it has gone through waves and changes for a long time.

But after an unknown number of years have passed, the one hundred and eight green leaves seem to be blessed by heaven and earth, and they are scattered everywhere in heaven and earth like a miracle, and no one has been lost.

However, after years of polishing, the one hundred and eight green leaves are no longer the same as they were at the beginning.

Among them, some of them are bright and introverted, and from the outside, they are unremarkable, turning into ordinary jade in the eyes of ordinary people.

Some activate the Dao Yun, the power is exposed, and the power of heaven and earth is added, becoming the treasure of heaven and earth in the eyes of living beings.

Because of this disparity, their treatment is naturally different.

Those who are outwardly powerful are enshrined as the faith of the community, and are passed down from generation to generation as a symbol of strength.

The ordinary are hidden and forgotten, and when they are remembered again, it is thousands of years later.

And all living beings are destined to be different.

Even if there is a fresh breeze, most people in this world may still fall into the dust.

But after all, there are a few people who will rise with the wind, soar up, and step on the top of heaven and earth.

In the vast years, among those who regard Biye as a treasure, some people eventually have doubts and begin to pursue the source of Biye's power.

After several generations of struggle, someone finally realized the Fa from the blue leaf, got luck, and embarked on the path from then on.

When you know the Dharma, you will be powerful.

With strength, there will be struggle!

And the more you struggle, the more you thirst for strength.

Thus, the desire to explore the source of power was born.

In the fierce struggle and choice, countless living beings and clans have merged together, and the civilization that belongs to the monastic path has finally begun to be born.

As the years passed, there were many cultivators, and the legend of the one hundred and eight blue leaves began to spread all over the world.

Later, in the vast years, countless heroes, accompanied by the green leaves, left their mark in the years.

Until one day, all one hundred and eight tablets were born and obtained by a peerless person.

Enlightenment is three thousand, the Taoist ancestors stand the Tao, the Tao spreads the world, and ushers in a prosperous era.

The word has been passed down for thousands of years.

Countless civilizations have been born, countless ethnic groups have risen, and countless dynasties have changed.

As a world consciousness, Chen Yan has witnessed the birth, rise, and death of countless characters like the protagonists of the Mandate of Heaven.

None of these people were able to transcend.

But there is no shortage of heroic heroes.

The vast world, the eternal years, passed away in one day.

More and more things happened, more and more memories came flooding in, and later, the imprints that belonged to those eternal years slowly began to drown out the consciousness that belonged to Chen Yan himself, and gradually blurred the originally clear memories.

Vaguely, Chen Yan's own feelings began to become more and more undisturbed due to the passage of time.

gradually there is a sense of ruthlessness and desirelessness, watching the vicissitudes of time.

"Heroes of a thousand generations, the road of heroes..."

"The eternal vastness, the song of the years..."

"Even if there is no silence after that eternity..."

"But the life and death of those thousands of heroes and thousands of generations are intertwined..."

"The traces left by the passage of time once exploded..."

"How can ordinary people bear it..."

"In this world, if there is no such thing as the power of heaven on his shoulders, who dares to speak lightly of transcending the destiny of heaven..."

"Outliers... How can it be so good..."

"This is the Destiny Tribulation..."

"The destiny of heaven is thoughtless, and the way of heaven is ruthless..."

"I hope you... can get through it..."

On the throne of the White Sun Emperor, Qing Ming's expression was calm.

But on closer inspection, you can still find a glimmer of hope from the bottom of his eyes.

For eternity, guarding the unchanging blue sky, accompanied by this rising white sun.

Day after day, I rely on the gate of heaven.

He also hopes that one day, there will be someone who can break the lonely gate of heaven.

Come and tell him what happened after the Heavenly Gate.

"Emperor Shadow, Emperor Shadow..."

"The shadow is in the world, but where is the light..."

If... There is really no light, even if he relies on the Heavenly Gate and uses this Heavenly Mandate to incarnate, what is the point?!

.........

The stars are moving, and the sea is dry and rotten.

Chen Yan could feel that his original memories were being wiped out by the memories that forcibly poured in, and his consciousness and emotions began to gradually become blurred.

"No, if it continues like this, I'm afraid I don't need to wait for the eternal silence that the emperor said in his mouth, my consciousness will be assimilated by the stars and become a ...... among the thousands of stars."

When the time comes, Chen Yan can be sure that he will inevitably forget his existence.

Then, in this... When the true intention is gone, there is real silence.

"I finally retained the memories of my past life, how could I let such an existence happen again..."

"I am the only one who enters heaven and earth..."

"Shall heaven and earth restrain me..."

"From this life onwards, even if heaven and earth are reincarnated, they can only obey my will..."

"You have the blue sky, I have the ghost blood against the sky..."

"Since it's a battle of truth..."

"I'll let you see, I'm a ghost of Wujiang, and I don't obey orders..."

“... Against the sky!!"