Nine thousand years,

The vicissitudes of life, things are not people, and the dynasty changes.

Based on the "steam engine reform", the world has completely changed, only steam trains can be seen on the railroad tracks, and sailing ships have been replaced by steamships on the oceans.

All kinds of delicate equipment and weapons came out one after another, and with the passage of time, it developed to the level of prosperity, which was an unprecedented civilization.

A civilization where martial arts and machinery coexist.

Martial artists naturally exist, but the Law Realm is the limit of everyone, no matter how talented they are, they can't go beyond that one step further.

There was also an amazing genius who faintly sensed that there should be a new world after the Fa Phase Realm, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't step on it.

Geniuses, depressed.

And many of these geniuses have intersected with Xia Ji.

Or a teacher, or a friend...

However, all they know is Xia Ji's pseudonym.

And if they are lucky, many of them will see Xia Ji reappear when they are dying, and see them off.

At that time, they would see Xia Ji's appearance that had never grown old, first stunned, then surprised, and finally smiling.

There is freedom in the world, and if you can't live forever, what if you can't live forever?

....

And, in the history books, almost half of the saints and the people who promote history are Xia Ji, and the rest are more or less related to Xia Ji...

He is a legend, a myth, and an existence that walks in the shadow of the long river of time and pushes the civilization of the whole world forward.

And in these times,

The small world of the five great families was finally exhausted because there was no spiritual energy supply for a long time, turned into ruins, and could no longer be entered.

The disciples of the family are not as squirming as they were at the beginning, but have entered the world.

After another thousand years, the family has only become a legend, existing in the minds of a small number of descendants, and then... It's forgotten.

The gods are also forgotten.

And so on...

Xia Ji is in the red dust, and he doesn't know how many things have happened.

Normally, these things will only make people go from excitement to numbness and boredom, and feel that they have seen everything, which is to give birth to a sense of superiority that is detached, snickering, but also covered up by ridiculousness, and even unconscious, if it is pierced, it will become angry and ashamed.

Slowly, the sense of superiority is gone, and all that remains is indifference.

Looking down at the red dust again, there is no joy, anger, sorrow, joy, birth, old age, sickness and death, no good, evil, good and evil.

If mortals hate good and evil and do not repay them, hate that the sky is too high, and hate that Huangquan is far away...

But I didn't see it, I didn't hear it, I didn't hear it, I didn't care about it...

Everyone is an ant, so why look at it again?

Why ask?

"Is this the way of heaven?!"

Xia Ji shook his head.

This is the way of heaven, but not him.

...

Nine thousand years have passed in a long way, and now it has come to an end.

Xia Ji stepped onto the highest mountain in the world, and watched the two winds and snows turn into long dragons, falling from the sky and sweeping around him.

Eighteen thousand years ago, when he came, he was a young man sitting in the Hidden Scripture Pavilion of the Cold Hall of the Deep Palace.

Nine thousand years later, he is still such a teenager.

After another 9,000 years, has the youth changed?

No.

After returning from a long journey, this heart has never changed.

He's still him.

The stars, the mountains and rivers, the heavens and the earth, and all things have changed.

Only he does not change.

Call~~~~

Call~~~~

The wind howled, the snow danced, the sky and the earth were vast, and behind the thick clouds, the starry sky was also vast.

Xia Ji closed his eyes.

Everything changes.

Call~~~~

When he opened it again, he was no longer on the top of the mountain, but in the sky, in the starry sky.

In this deep, cold, dark world, where no one can see and no one knows,

This chaos has stopped spreading, but it has only turned into a world wrapped in a closed ball of chaos.

The reincarnation platform stopped,

The many forces of the Kuroshio, the sun, and the heavenly way are balanced,

The infinite stars are like chess pieces one after another,

The universe is a pitch-black chessboard.

Two mysterious black shadows sit on both sides of this chessboard, separated at the edge of the universe, the boundary of the box.

Yoyo's voice sounded in a form that could not be understood by humans:

"If the Taoist friends are with me, there will still be a trace of vitality in this universe,

If you are obsessed and enter the next game, after defeat, there is no chance to turn back.

This universe can only fall. ”

"Let's get started. ”

Xia Ji said just three words, and he began to promote the second game.

This is a causal battle between him and the Heavenly Dao, but it is not a Dao battle yet.

The Dao War is an incomparably complex battle of laws, but this battle is a battle of cause and effect.

Only by cutting off all the causes of one side will we fail because we have no past.

The way of heaven is now one with him to a certain extent.

The cause of the two has also become one.

...

The universe is beginning to change.

It is overwhelmed by the infinite power of the mysteries in a change that is natural and unnecessary.

It was as magnificent and majestic as it was at the beginning of the world.

Soon...

The universe has entered a state of incomprehension and incomprehension.

The cause and effect of what happened to the Great Shang has not been completely erased, but it has begun to reverse in a strange way...

Everything in the past is completely gone, erased.

This time, the universe will return to the last point of cause and effect.

Is that...

The ancient era of Amitabha Buddha was nearly 10 million years away from Dashang.

The first catastrophe has just begun.

Is that...

The most prosperous time in this universe is the time when a hundred schools of thought are contending and there are countless strong people.

......

The mysterious power, the extremely special force in the cosmic box collided and crushed, submerged and reversed.

Finally, it came to an end.

Rumble!!!

Xia Ji only felt a roar in his head.

Then, the feeling of being able to move was restored.

But he didn't open his eyes right away.

Instead, countless images flashed through my mind.

These pictures are as if he had spent it himself, and as they flashed in his mind, he transmitted the feelings of scene after scene to his heart and memory.

It was the growth of a boy.

It seems that the boy was originally a prince.

It's just that in this era, there are many countries, and a prince like a boy is not unusual.

It is especially not surprising that the nation was destroyed so soon.

Even, the enemy country did not pursue them.

The boy was taken by his sister in advance, fled to a distant place, resettled his home, and lived an ordinary life.

My sister has learned swordsmanship, and she is a first-class genius in kendo, which is to take on some small tasks, earn money, and chat to get by.

So...

It's a dream for sixteen years.

Sixteen years later...

Xia Ji opened his eyes.

He saw a small courtyard shrouded in the setting sun, which was exactly the same as the one he had seen in the memories of Amitabha Buddha sealed before.

The setting sun was soft, and the warm, slightly stale light cast the eaves and the shadow of an old tree in front of the courtyard to the east.

As soon as the wind blew, a few dead leaves were swept away and fell in front of Xia Ji.

Xia Ji raised his head and said softly:

Is this the ancient age of nearly 10 million years ago?