The edge of the universe is barren, the land of chaos, the immortal mountain.

The huge pillar of light connected the heavens and the earth, running through the entire heavens and the universe, and went straight into the chaotic void.

The vast and pure aura of heaven and earth surged in this black mountain range, turning into liquid source essence as essence, each piece filled with huge vitality and scattered throughout the immortal mountain range.

The closer you get to the center of the Immortal Mountain, the more intense this life source qi becomes, and in the very core of the Immortal Mountain, a three-meter-tall ancient tea tree is planted there, swaying in the wind, exuding an indescribable Dao rhyme.

At this moment, the ten thousand ways emerge here, and the endless law order is arranged here, as if the immortals are talking about the avenue, the Tao rhyme is rich, which is refreshing, even if it is a quasi-zun who will become enlightened here, I am afraid that he will immediately have an epiphany, take that last step, and truly be respected by the Tao.

As the leaves on the tea tree emitted a brilliant green light, a more vast and astonishing Dao intent emanated, containing shocking fluctuations, as if it was about to evolve into an immeasurable calamity and reopen the world in chaos.

As soon as this Dao came out, Wan Dao immediately surrendered, as if it was the arrival of the monarch who welcomed them, and they all emitted the most brilliant brilliance, no matter who saw such a scene at this time, even if they were calm and calm, they would probably be moved now.

The true meaning of such a great avenue naturally comes from He Dui, who is sitting cross-legged under the tree of enlightenment.

I saw that He Dui was sitting under the ancient Enlightenment Tea Tree, his eyes were closed, and the immeasurable Dao rhyme was circulating around him, deducing the life and death of the Great Dao, and the terrifying extreme power was shocking, as if even if it was a legendary true immortal, it could only be nothing more than that.

It's just that what is a little surprising is that He Dui's hair is already gray at this time, which is very different from the previous black hair, although it does not show old age, but the momentum around his body seems to be more and more vicissitudes and ancient, as if it has come across the ages and experienced the baptism of real endless years.

There are no years in the mountains, and there are no years in the cultivation.

Although in addition to the full hair, He Dui's face was still young at this time, and there were no traces left by the years, but he had truly sat under the Immortal Mountain Enlightenment Tree for thousands of years.

Suddenly, the heavens and the earth returned to their places, and the immeasurable avenue was also converged by He Dui, and the general trend of the entire immortal mountain condensation dispersed at this moment, and everything returned to calm in an instant.

The next moment, He Dui, who was sitting cross-legged under the tree, slowly opened his eyes, there was no earth-shattering light, nor any monstrous majesty, just like the most ordinary ordinary person in the red dust, but it seemed more restrained, more natural, but a little illusory.

However, if someone can take a closer look at He Dui's eyes at this moment, they will find that in He Dui's eyes, there seems to be a whole universe in rotation, and the magnificent scene of the destruction of the world is floating in his eyes, vast and strange.

Suddenly, it seemed that the real avenue was deduced in He Dui's pupils, expounding the true meaning of the universe, or rather, at this moment, He Du was the Tao.

He seemed to have become the center of heaven and earth, the entire immortal mountain range was pulsating with He Dui's breathing, and the chaos also fluctuated in accordance with He Dui's thoughts, and the great power of Tianzun was undoubtedly manifested at this moment.

He Du got up and dusted off the non-existent dust from his body, and as he moved, the ethereal feeling dissipated in an instant, and he seemed to be back in reality.

He Du raised his head, his eyes seemed to have passed through the chaos and fog, looking at the vast world in the universe, overlooking the world, overlooking the charm of the red dust.

As if still thinking about it, He Du sighed softly.

"Another thousand years have passed, and it is time to go and walk this red dust again."

The next moment, He Du disappeared from this immortal mountain, and only the ancient tea tree of the Enlightenment Dao continued to sway with the breeze in the mountain, as if no one had ever come.

……

Above an unknown star, He Du walked through a small city paved with blue bricks.

The town was bustling with activity, and there was no trace of the shocking war left by the world thousands of years ago, and time, the greatest power in the world, was enough to heal all wounds.

Although the small city is not big, it is simple and generous, there are small bridges and flowing waters, and there are old houses and corridors, this is a very quiet small place, and the residents who live here are living a leisurely and peaceful life, but it is also quite comfortable.

He Du walked casually on the street, listening to the shouts along the street.

"Sell steamed buns! Big buns with thin skin and big filling! ”

"Sugar gourd! Selling sugar gourd skewers, a string of three texts, not delicious and no money! ”

"Roast chicken! Delicious and inexpensive roast chicken! Don't miss it when you pass by, come and see them all! ”

“……”

The lively and real atmosphere of red dust, like a painting condensed with long years, with the taste of life, painted by countless sweat and tears, ordinary, simple and precious.

This small city paved with blue bricks has been standing here, recording the rise and fall of generations in the city, carrying the joys, sorrows, joys and sorrows of every family and every household.

He Du couldn't remember how long it had been since he felt like this.

Since he embarked on the path, he has actually stayed away from the most real red dust, and even if he sometimes escapes into it, he can't tell the truth, it's just a fog to see the flowers.

In the swirling of red dust, He Du seemed to vaguely see his past life, and the memories of that scene flashed quickly in his mind like flowing water, but turned into an eternal and immortal mark.

As Twilight continued to pace down the street, his aura became more mellow, as if he had been liberated in some way, making him more accessible.

As he walked, an idea came to Ho Dui's mind, and He Dui planned to put it into action.

A divine thought surged, and the next moment, it slipped from the sky to the world.