The long river rolls, traverses the void, and flows forward, the waves are magnificent, the vastness is immense, revealing an earth-shattering coercion, which makes people's hearts tremble.

The waves roll, and in each wave, there is a great era, in which infinite creatures rise and fall, and are manipulated by the trajectory of fate from beginning to end.

Obviously, this is the world-famous river of fate in the wilderness, and the fate of all living beings is under the control of this river of fate!

The so-called cultivation is to break free from the control of fate.

Only when they reach a certain realm and give birth to wings can they leap out of the long river of fate, go to the surface of the river, and transcend the fate.

And this is Da Luo Jin Xian!

After detachment, it is immortal and incorruptible, and it will be free forever.

Xiao Sheng looked at this scene, and his heart also gave birth to endless emotion, throughout the ages, how many creatures in the flood and famine have struggled in this long river of fate!

And how many can be detached?

Xiao Sheng couldn't help but look at the upper reaches of this long river of fate, and immediately saw the imprints on the long river, there were Kunpeng spreading their wings, flying for nine days, there was a vast sea of blood, as far as the eye could see, and there were ginseng fruit trees taking root, shaking the branches and leaves of the sky...... Obviously, this is the strong man above the Venerable Daluo.

And further upstream, a more magnificent, terrifying brand emerged, the bitter bamboo and the innate Gengjin Bodhi shined, the stunning beauty stood on the waves, three figures sat cross-legged, one was sharp, one was arrogant and solemn, and the other was transcendent and indifferent, obviously, this is the six saints of the wilderness.

The terrifying aura spread, almost enveloping the entire river of fate, all living beings were under its shadow, and the power of the saint was undoubtedly revealed in this long river of fate!

But they are not the most dazzling, above them, there is even a cricket, exuding earth-shattering ferocity, a faint purple air flow around the body, next to the cricket, there is a willow tree that reaches the sky, every branch is green, it seems to be rooted at the end of the endless void.

"This is Hongjun and ...... Raise eyebrows?! ”

Seeing this scene, Xiao Sheng's heart was shocked, according to the legend, Hongjun's prototype was a cricket, but why did it exude such a terrifying ferocious meaning? This is completely inconsistent with the image imagined by the world, isn't Hongjun a transcendent and completely devoid of emotion?

And what is even more shocking is undoubtedly the willow tree, needless to say, it must be the space demon god who is one of the three thousand chaos demon gods raised his eyebrows.

There has always been a legend in the flood wilderness, raising his eyebrows and not dying, and now it seems that this is the case, and he may be the strongest person in the flood wilderness!

Airplanes~~~

However, no matter how earth-shattering these imprints were, Xiao Sheng found that they were still covered with a faint layer of light.

This faint light, on some of the imprints, appears even more intense.

Those imprints, including the golden crow with a golden body and emitting a thousand feet of light, and some of the ancestral witches who stand up to the sky and the earth, and are filled with endless power of qi and blood, are all the imprints of those strong people who have fallen in the history of the flood and famine.

These imprints are on the long river of fate, squirming slightly, as if they are about to recondense and come to the world again, but under the suppression of that layer of faint light, there is no way to make any moves.

"Is this why the dead and powerful cannot be resurrected? What is this layer of power? Xiao Sheng said to himself,

Before this, he had always had a question in his heart, that is, in the midst of the desolation, why could a monk not be resurrected after cultivating to the Great Luo Golden Immortal?

You must know that Da Luo Jin Immortal is detached from the long river of fate, theoretically speaking, he already has endless life, even if he dies, through the imprint on the long river of fate, he can return against the sky again!

However, such a thing has never happened.

Now it seems that the result is obvious, these imprints have all been suppressed by a force!

And this scene, as long as you think about it, is enough to make people's scalps tingle, chills, and shudder.

You know, the flood has gone through endless years.

In these endless years, from the period of the Fierce Beast Tribulation, to the Dragon Han Tribulation and the Lich Tribulation, I don't know how many strong people have been born!

To suppress the fate of these strong people, how powerful and terrifying must this be to be able to do it?

It's chilling to think about.

Xiao Sheng couldn't help but raise his head and look at the source of the long river of fate.

There, a fog rolled over all the scenes, making it impossible for anyone to see through them.

However, Xiao Sheng was unwilling, and directly urged the Great Divine Power to see the wall and look into the depths of the mist, but he only penetrated a few inches, and he couldn't see anything.

He has already cultivated to the realm of perfection, but he still has a lot of way to get a glimpse of such a fog.

"Maybe you can try it and see this great power again. In the past, when I was practicing the Great Divine Power of Reverse Knowledge, I had a change and turned into the pupil of time. Although it is said that it is because of the return of the system investment, such a change has occurred, but now that I am a junior Chaos Demon God, I have condensed the twelve grades and the top three flowers, and it should not be difficult to do this. Xiao Sheng thought for a moment and decided to take a look at the insight.

He wanted so badly to see what was at the end of that river of fate.

Airplanes~~

In an instant, his primordial spirit emitted a dazzling light, almost illuminating the surrounding long river of fate, endless thoughts flickering in it, rubbing against each other, all forming terrifying lightning bolts, dense, like a sea of thunder, submerging Xiao Sheng's entire person.

Xiao Sheng's current qualifications are too terrifying, and at every turn, he can get in touch with the true meaning of the Great Dao.

However, in a moment, the insight of the wall, which had reached the level of perfection, changed, and a new perception was born, and in Xiao Sheng's Yuan Shen eyebrows, a light bloomed in an instant, and a shining golden eye appeared, which seemed to be able to penetrate fate and see through the future.

"It worked."

Xiao Sheng was excited.

This insight has suddenly undergone a mutation, and it has turned into a natal supernatural power - the golden pupil of delusion!

This delusional golden pupil is the natal supernatural power of Sun Wukong in later generations, which can see through almost everything, and is extremely powerful.

"Buzz!"

Xiao Sheng did not hesitate, he urged the delusional golden pupil to shoot out a beam of golden divine light that was thousands of miles long, and looked at the source of the long river of fate.

This time, the mist could no longer obstruct his vision, allowing him to see what was in the mist, a huge ball of light hanging over the entire river of fate, like a sun hanging high in the sky of all living beings in the wilderness, and endless power rolled out of it.

And just the moment he saw this incomparably terrifying light cluster, there was a stream of information pouring into Xiao Sheng's mind, and in the end, it just turned into two words:

Heaven!

(End of chapter)