In the darkness, the former Golden Spirit Holy Mother, the current Doumu Yuanjun, and the future Emperor of the Pengxuan Realm are standing on the sixty-sixth layer of the ladder.

As far as the eye can see, there is the last thirty-three layers of the ladder.

But want to go any further,

The only way to do this is to cut off her future body as well, but if a monk has no past, no present, or even no future, then does she still exist? Is the so-called sanctification a complete slaying of oneself, and then a little true spirit transcends the heavens and all worlds?

It is impossible for the intuition of any monk to accept this explanation. In the face of doubts and vacillation, most monks choose to wait and see.

But----

"Boom!" Our Lady of the Golden Spirit, or rather.... Chonghuang did not hesitate.

At the same time that she understood everything, her feet had already stepped towards the thirty-fourth layer of Heavenly Court, and with this step, a crack immediately appeared in her Dharma body.

But she never stopped.

With every step,

There was one more crack in the law body, and in a trance, Chonghuang seemed to hear the rumbling sound of water, it was time in anger, it was fate roaring, angry at a living being who was trying to break free from his shackles, and even wanted to override her in turn, and in the depths of anger,

It's fear.

Because of fear, so anger. Because of fear, so madness. And this kind of extremely negative thoughts are seeping into Chonghuang's heart bit by bit.

"There is no future, and therefore no result."

"There is no past, and therefore no cause."

"If there is no now, then if you completely lose the foundation of your residence, and from now on there is no beginning and no end, it means that there is no such person in this world again."

What's the difference between this and death?

Reaching this point, it has nothing to do with the strength of the divine will and the depth of the mana. Because this is a question that originates from the purest avenue, it is only about the Dao: Are you willing to give up all the traces you have left in this world in order to pursue the supreme avenue?

For Chonghuang, the answer is obvious.

"I want it!"

"Boom!"

Chonghuang did not stop, even though the long river behind her kept roaring, and in the end, she even begged her to stay, she still climbed up without hesitation.

Even if her magic body is gradually crumbling.

She didn't stop.

And at the entrance of the dark place, the sun gods who were delaying the thunder light looked up at her back, but they couldn't help but reveal a little real empathy: "As long as you do this, you can become enlightened?" In the end, only by cutting off one's own body can there be hope for sanctification? Is this really the so-called path to holiness? ”

Perhaps because of the taboo against saints, some people even began to question whether the ladder that Chonghuang climbed at this time could make people prove the status of saints.

After all, the last paragraph is self-cutting,

It's horrifying.

It's hard to convince.

Only Zhenwu, after staring at Emperor Chonghuang for a long time, suddenly sighed: "I'm not as good as her." knew this was the case, and should have lent her the soap carving flag. ”

Zhenwu Xiang confessed himself to be the most heroic person in the Yang God.

And for those yang gods who hide their heads and tails, such as the tomb keeper, he always looks down on them. But now, he has to admit: Don't look at Emperor Chong's usual inconspicuousness, he is ruthless and decisive at critical moments, and he is far better than him. It's true that women don't let their eyebrows go.

However----

In the hall of reincarnation, looking at Emperor Chong, who was ascending to the sky step by step, Zhen Yuanzi shook his head with a smile: "It's quite decisive, but it's a pity that it's just empty blood." ”

"Although he is not a human immortal cultivator, he is the same as Na Haotian."

"Vulgar Warrior."

"Not worth mentioning."

If you can become holy just by rushing forward, the saint will be rotten on the street a long time ago! After all, the person who rushes forward is not necessarily a firm Dao heart, but may also be an iron-headed baby. Decisive and wise, strong at the same time, plus a little luck, is the key to everything.

"Decisive at this point, Jin Ling is indeed extraordinary, and it can be regarded as in the same vein as Tongtian. The achievement of the Yang God Roar has been accumulated for 10,000 years, and it is indeed powerful in terms of strength. ”

"I can pick this opportunity that I can't make a move, and encourage all the sun gods to work together to help."

"It's not bad luck."

"Only a little wisdom is missing."

Zhen Yuanzi smiled slightly, and seemed to be in his chest: Emperor Chong is not mistaken, this road is indeed the road to ascending to the saint. And there is no problem with the ninety-nine layers of heavenly ladders, it is indeed the manifestation of the Great Dao, and the process is even more correct. The only problem was after walking through the ninety-nine ladders.

The past, the present, and the future are all cut away, waiting to perish. But only in this way can you get in touch with the number of lives in the underworld, but if that's all you want,

Will the ending be sanctified?

Think too much!

The end will only be like the butterfly that fell into the spider's web, being involved in the fate, and then the true spirit will be wiped out in the fate, and finally the real soul will be scattered!

Contact hits are not enough.

To master it.

How to master?

Ritual instruments.

In the early days of the primeval period, before Taoism flourished, people knew how to use wood to sharpen weapons to resist fierce beasts. The use of tools is the embodiment of human ingenuity.

Saints are no exception.

In order not to be swallowed up by the number of lives, and to become a saint who moves the net of life so that he controls the number of lives, the first thing to do is to refine a magic weapon that can still make them contact even when they are separated from the present world, and then use this magic weapon to help them locate the present world.

The saint has successfully come into contact with the number of fates. But if you are purely out of this world, you will only be crushed by fate. Only keep in the state of leaving, but not completely leaving,

to survive.

After all, it is the saints who survive, and those who die are martyrs. And it will only be wiped out in a span of hundreds of millions of years.

The beginning is the three treasures and jade Ruyi, morality is the heaven and earth Xuanhuang Linglong pagoda, Tongtian is the four swords of the immortals, and Nuwa is the map of mountains and rivers. The Lord and Bodhi share the Seven Treasures Tree. When the wonderful tree blooms, it is the Seven Treasures Wonderful Tree, and the wonderful tree is full of flowers, and the bare trunk is left, which is the blessing of the divine pestle.

And Zhen Yuanzi was able to achieve it at the beginning, thanks to the fact that he killed the heavenly court and consumed 3,600 peach trees, so that the ginseng fruit tree was successfully repaired.

But what about Our Lady of the Golden Spirit?

"None of them worked." Zhen Yuanzi shook his head, the only thing he was reluctant to do was to seal the god list, but after all, this Dao weapon was not refined by the Golden Spirit Holy Mother.

So-----

She will die!

Thinking of this, Zhen Yuanzi was no longer interested in looking at it, and at this moment, Emperor Chong had already walked to the top of the ladder, on the ninety-eighth floor of the ladder.

But her current state is extremely different.

Her consciousness was still clear, her divine sense was still strong, but her figure was extremely illusory, like a bubble, which could be directly shattered at any time.

One step further up is the ninety-ninth floor.

"It's ....."

It was not until this moment that Chonghuang's footsteps finally paused.

At this point, in fact, she has already seen that she still seems to have miscalculated, and further up, it is possible to achieve, but it is more likely to perish. And the inspiration of the yang god told her that if she retreated now, she might be greatly damaged, but maybe there would be a turnaround.

Chonghuang hesitated for a moment. But soon, all distractions were left behind her. Whether it's life or death, she has to go to the ladder this time to have a look!

She took the final step.

However-----

Didn't fall.

The reason is very simple: because at this moment, she actually saw the ninety-ninth layer of the ladder that was originally resplendent with gold, and suddenly there was a touch of variegated color out of thin air.

Is that.....

"It's finally out."

The variegated color expanded rapidly, and finally turned into a boundary space, in this muddy underworld, there was no gap between Sumeru mustard seeds, and I saw Lu Xingzhou landing steadily on the ninety-ninth layer of the ladder, holding him in a daze, looking around a little inexplicably, and even scratching his head:

"Where is this?"

Chonghuang: "??? ”

Sun God: "??? ”

Zhen Yuanzi: "?!? ”