At this time, the sea is still bright.

The light shone on the silver-haired man.

And suddenly, a terrifying aura spread out from the center of the man, but it was restrained by him in a square inch, and did not spread into the distance.

No one knows what he is enduring at this moment, and no one knows what he is silently reciting at this time.

There seemed to be two dragons fighting in his body, so much so that his skin kept bulging...

If you look closely, there is actually only one.

This dragon is the resentful spirit of the Kuroshio that descended, and after three hundred years, it finally entered the entrance built by this "real urn", ready to come over, descend on the world, and make the final decision on the war situation in the human world.

With its coming, even if there is still great power in the world, it is destined to be suppressed by it.

And in the future, after another hundred years, the ancient lord will be able to descend openly, and at that time, there will definitely be more "True Passages" connected, and more and stronger existences will come.

Now, it is the first ancient lord to come.

Xia Ji now integrates Confucianism, Buddhism and Taoism, and has gone through the reincarnation of eternity, through the world to reason, and is also the source of fire robbery, with more than 600 elephants, karmic incense, spiritual will, all of which are shocking the past and the present.

Especially after he digested the source of the thirteen tribulations and inherited the spiritual legacy of many Buddhas, his strength took a big step forward.

The spirit is the long river, the strength is the boat, only the long river is the ocean, the waves are lifted, the boat can go farther.

The strength of the spirit will inevitably bring about the progress of strength, which is also the reason why many people encounter bottlenecks, no matter how much they cultivate, it is useless, but through cultivating the mind, by watching the various states of this world, they can have unexpected gains and sudden epiphany.

The silver-haired man sits on the calm of the sea...

In the spiritual world, it is a confrontation that destroys the world and the earth, indescribable, and changes rapidly.

And if the thought is a little weaker, the army will be defeated like a mountain, lose the armor, collapse like a dam and an anthill, and there will be no chance of turning the tables.

Xia Ji didn't want to fuse the coming resentful spirits, what he hoped was that these resentful spirits could rest in peace and dissolve this violent aura that destroyed everything, so his body was not a container, but... Battlefield!

This is the most dangerous battlefield in the world.

It's king to king.

It is a person who guards the world, and no one in the world knows.

It is a man who makes a great wish to rest in peace.

The glorious holy way does not seek sanctification, does not need to be known, and does not know itself.

I just want to step on this road in the next step, never deviate, never distort, reflect every day, and never slack off.

...

...

The confrontation on this spiritual battlefield was extremely fierce, and it was many times more cruel and bloody than any fight in the world.

The two sides are fighting, and at least there is one more you and me.

However, the confrontation of the spiritual world is a moment, and endless thoughts collide,

Everywhere is unimaginably intense,

Every place is a magic obstacle that can make ordinary people get into the horns of the bull and never get out for a lifetime,

Everywhere there is naked slaughter,

In the silence,

In the thunderstorm.

Xia Ji only felt as if there were endless voices ringing in his head.

Each voice is its own voice and the voice of the person who comes.

It's as if tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands, or even millions, of people are sitting opposite each other and making arguments that go beyond words.

Here, your thoughts cannot be faked.

You can't fool around, you can't quibble, you can't say anything that you don't believe in and practice.

Such a killing caused the aura around him to fall into an extremely terrifying and violent state.

In short, if he comes near him,

I'm afraid that in an instant, my mind will be confused, and I will become an idiot and fool, full of nonsense, and the corners of my mouth will salivate.

Or just go crazy, dancing with your hands, not knowing what to say.

But...

He was still restrained.

When he was playing against the terrifying existence that had come down from the black tide, not only did he not concentrate on fighting the enemy, but he actually divided his energy to take care of his surroundings, and he actually thought about not affecting innocent beings.

This is simply stupid in the eyes of mortals.

But that's exactly what he did.

The more restrained he became, the more he confronted the enemy in the way that seemed clumsy and stupid to mortals, the more firm his spirit and his way became.

The good is like water, and the water is good for all things without fighting, and it is evil for everyone.

Old...

A few more than the road.

...

...

Over time,

The center of the ocean with thousands of miles of magnificent waves,

The silver-haired man in the sea breeze and spring light gradually calmed down.

His restraint finally had an effect, and the terrifying aura that escaped from it faded more and more, and after two more hours of effort, it completely disappeared, eliminating the last bit of impact on the environment.

It's twilight again, and it's as splendid as blood, and it shines on the sky,

Turning into thousands of pale red and heavy horses and strange beasts, galloping away with the east wind, showing a peaceful appearance.

The white seabird in the distance was at first frightened away, but now it flew in a large circle in the distance and circled back, gathered its feathers and landed on a tree, and looked at the silver-haired man sitting motionless on the sea in the distance.

Some of the fish, who had been frightened and ran away, returned curiously, and in their eyes, the human was very calm, but for some reason motionless.

Another day passed.

Two days passed.

The sea beneath the silver-haired man is bustling again.

All things are eager to be motivated, and now, these little creatures are faintly aware that "being close to this silver-haired man" means being motivated, so they all wander around him.

Dawn and dusk, endless.

There is no nail on the sea, and the time does not know the year.

Spring into summer, summer into autumn, autumn into winter.

Heavy snowfall.

Xia Ji's expression became more and more peaceful, as if a baby was asleep, unusually peaceful.

The snow had turned him into a snow sculpture on the sea, which from a distance looked like the tip of an iceberg protruding from the bottom of the sea, and if a wave crashed against him, the snow would be washed away to reveal his appearance.

It was as if he had been stripped from this world, no matter how the sky fell apart, no matter how much it changed, he would not change.

The fish got used to his presence.

Because of his presence, many small fish have moved.

Because as long as you get close to this silver-haired man, you will make them feel comfortable, and feel a kind of joy that life is sublimating.

The fish often gathered around him, as if they were worshipping the gods and worshipping him, and they circled around him every day.

Suddenly...

Someday.

The silver-haired man opened his eyes.

The war is over.

He tilted his head, smiled, raised his hand to cover a snowflake, felt the coldness of his palm, and suddenly his expression changed greatly, and said: "What the hell is the weather, it's so cold..."

He seemed to have forgotten his storage space, shivering with cold, like a traveler who had not yet returned home after getting wet in the snow and ice.

So he hurried to run on the sea, and the fish were amazed to find that the "idol of the center of the homeland" had actually run away.

The fish hurried after him...

But where to catch up with him.

After a few breaths, the silver-haired man was gone.