If you don't, nature can't be changed.

If there is no such thing as fate, then naturally there is no such thing as changing one's life against the sky.

Chen Changsheng looked at the last paragraph on the note, he was silent for a long time, his mood was indescribable, some were relieved, but more were sad. Wang Zhice's words were like a thunderbolt, exploding in his sea of consciousness, but unfortunately, it was not spring thunder, which could not bring spring rain that moistened the earth, on the contrary, it was more like a bell that made him wake up from his false hopes.

This passage was indeed very powerful, but to him, it didn't mean anything—no, it wouldn't be just this notebook—with the strong willpower that had been cultivated over the past few years of fighting against life and death, it didn't take long for Chen Changsheng to calm down, confirming that this was not all that was all of Ling Yan Pavilion's overnight stay.

When the Lingyan Pavilion was built, his master Ji Daoren was already an important figure in Kyoto, and when those heroes were seriously ill and dying, it was the master who treated them for them, so he must know more secrets, so that he entered the Lingyan Pavilion after a lot of hardships, and it was definitely not just to see these words of Wang Zhice.

He stuffed the finished notes into the hilt of the short sword, looked at the lid on the bluestone wall, looked at the inexplicable copper wires and dense copper pillars, and felt more and more that this picture was very similar to the vast sea of stars in the night sky.

The notes and the lid of the box are not small, no matter how you look at them, they can't be stuffed into the hilt of the sword, but they are forced into it like this, like a big tree being swallowed by quicksand less than a foot square, and like a mountain being sucked into another world by a small black hole, under the soft light of the night pearl, the picture is a little weird.

After doing these two things, he reached into the bluestone wall and groped carefully in the box, and sure enough, a moment later, he found a black stone inside.

The black stone was about half a finger long, slightly elongated, and its hardness could be felt just by looking at it, as evidenced by the tactile sensation coming back from his fingertips.

Chen Changsheng sat down in the corner of the wall, held this black stone in front of the Night Pearl, and carefully observed it - this black stone could be hidden in the Lingyan Pavilion by Wang Zhice along with the notebook, it was definitely not an ordinary thing.

The surface of the black stone is smooth, with a fog-like water color, there are no cracks on it, the whole body is dark, it looks like ink, but it is more like the sea in the night without stars, there is obviously nothing on the surface of the black stone, but after looking at it for a long time, it seems that there are waves like ink, giving birth to countless kinds of different shades of black.

Chen Changsheng's gaze fell on the black stone, like a black ocean.

The black ocean is the night sky.

His consciousness came to the night sky.

In the night sky, which was originally pitch black, countless stars suddenly lit up.

At this time, he was like the night of the destined star, entering a state of nothingness and selflessness, allowing his consciousness to float in the night sky, moving freely between the stars. He didn't know how long it took, but he saw a small red star appear somewhere in the far away night sky.

Chen Changsheng looked at the star calmly and felt very comfortable, because it was his life star.

The star was calm and healthy, full of life, and it kept spreading bright and pure light into the night sky, not at all as if it was about to be extinguished.

Something suddenly dawned on him.

Even if he does die five years later, the star will still be bright.

This fact gave him some comfort, but then, it gave birth to more sorrow and sourness.

In the space around this red star, there are countless stars.

He looked at the stars, and saw that the stars hanging in the night sky were also looking at himself calmly and indifferently, or rather, at the little red star that belonged to him.

He suddenly became uneasy, and a strong feeling of fear arose. Just like in the Lingyan Pavilion, when he looked at those portraits, he always felt that the people in the portraits were looking at him.

Those people are dead, but they seem to be alive.

The stars were silent, but they seemed to say something.

His consciousness didn't know that his body was still in the Lingyan Pavilion at this time, sitting against the bluestone wall, extremely stiff, like a statue.

The black stone that he pinched with his two fingers suddenly became extremely bright, giving birth to infinite light and heat, those lights could not penetrate the doors and windows of Lingyan Pavilion, and only his body could perceive those heats.

Chen Changsheng in the Lingyan Pavilion began to sweat non-stop, and those sweats were instantly evaporated again, and finally turned into a cloud of white mist, surrounding him.

An indescribable strange fragrance was also in the white mist, fortunately blocked by the edge of the mist, and did not transmit a single trace.

An indescribable and wonderful aura arose from the depths of the black stone, followed his fingers, entered his body, passed through his secluded mansion, and finally landed in his sea of consciousness.

A loud bang sounded in Chen Changsheng's mind! Different from the feeling when he read the last paragraph of Wang Zhice's notes before, this thunder was more like real thunder!

There were countless turbulent waves in his sea of consciousness, as if he wanted to lift the dome!

Leaning against the bluestone wall, his eyes kept fluttering, faster and faster, sweating more and more, and the white fog around him became thicker and thicker, until his face was hidden.

In the depths of this white mist, he closed his eyes tightly, his eyes were still trembling at high speed, and after the spring thunder that resounded through the sea, countless pictures appeared.

It was a magnificent church, there was light everywhere, countless priests fell to their knees, and the hundreds of statues on both sides of the temple seemed to be humbled in the light.

In the depths of the light like a tide, an old man wearing a divine robe and a divine crown held the scepter tightly in his hand, facing the starry sky above the temple, saying prayers loudly, in front of the divine seat, kneeling a slightly chubby middle-aged man, as the sacrifice ceremony progressed, the projection of starlight fell on his body, and at the same time, an unusually majestic breath returned from his body to the starry sky.

In the deepest part of the starry sky, there are changes, those changes are so subtle, some stars become a little darker, but only moths stretch out their wings to block the sun, some stars deviate a little, but only Luo Shui has risen a hair's distance, even the oldest stargazing platform in the world, it is difficult to observe this change, even if it is Tianji Pavilion.

In that night sky, the stars moved slightly, dark or faint, countless subtle changes converged in one place, and the invisible power structure was also changing, and there was a lilac star in the middle gradually becoming thicker, thick to gorgeous, purple to the extreme, and then suddenly burst into great light!

Ziwei Emperor Star appeared like this, and in the world, the soldiers and horses of Tianliang County went out of Qishan in the east, Lianke Seventeen Cities, relieved the siege of Luoyang, seized the tomb of Kyoto, and Emperor Taizu officially ascended the throne.

A few years later, the sound of fierce fighting sounded in the Kyoto Baicao Garden, the silent night was broken, the night sky was torn, the stars that had changed their position and brightness gradually dimmed, blood flowed like rivers, brothers killed each other, so many excellent and outstanding sons of Emperor Taizu, and finally only one survived.

A few years later, after a game of cards and messing around with several beautiful maids, Emperor Taizu came to the shed full of vines, looked at the stars in the night sky, and smiled bitterly.

The purple microstar in the night sky is still dazzling, but it no longer belongs to him, but to his son, the King of Qi, who is known for his benevolence and filial piety, which is now His Majesty Taizong.

The galaxy continued to change, and the twenty-four constellations that occupied the land of the middle field shone one one after another, as if to release all the energy that had been accumulated for thousands of years in this short period of few decades.

The light of the twenty-four constellations was so dazzling that no one noticed that the Ziwei Emperor Star, which was surrounded by these constellations in the middle, had quietly changed its posture, and it only moved slightly on the ground, but in fact it had already moved northward, directly invading the dark night sky.

The demon army was defeated and returned to the north, the human world was peaceful, and a Lingyan Pavilion was built in Kyoto, and a thin painter kept painting on the ground, with a look of madness on his face.

Emperor Taizong's most beloved and respected queen Niangniang died of illness, Niangniang's brother, Zhao Guogong, who ranked first in the portrait of Lingyan Pavilion's heroes, was given death, but in the history books, the cause of his death was the same as his sister, it was because of the most common disease in Luoxichuan, and then, Zheng Guogong, the only one in the world who dared to scold His Majesty Taizong, died of illness, and Qin Zhong and Yugong, who were the most loyal to His Majesty Taizong, died for unknown reasons, but they died peacefully, and they could even be said to be very happy, without any complaints.

The Great Zhou is in its prime, but those famous ministers and gods are gradually withering.

One late autumn, after attending the funeral of a colleague, Wang Zhice silently walked into the palace, came to the Lingyan Pavilion, looked at the portraits on the wall, and finally walked to his own portrait, he quietly looked at himself in the portrait, as if he was attending his funeral in advance, and said with a smile and four words.

He hid a box in the bluestone wall next to the portrait and turned away.

Wang Zhice on the portrait looked at Wang Zhice who walked out of Lingyan Pavilion, smiling silently.

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Chen Changsheng opened his eyes and woke up. At this moment, the thick fog that had been surrounding him suddenly converged, as if it was collapsing, and at a speed that was invisible to the naked eye, it fell on his body, through the hospital clothes, through the pores on his skin, and into his body.

The mist, which was the sweat he had flowed from, returned to his body at this time, and became something like water, turning into countless streams, beginning to moisten the valleys that had dried up in the Great Pilgrimage, and then falling towards the abyss at the end of the broken mountain range, without an echo.

Snow fell again over the snowfield that had been burned out in the battle with Gou Hanshi, and it fluttered and sprinkled, and the goose-feather-like snow flakes seemed to turn the whole wasteland into a white expanse again slowly but very quickly.

Then there are eight winds and rains, coming from all directions, either horizontally or vertically, or from the blue sky, or from the ground, rattling, dripping, towards the lake in the air, the picture is incomparably magnificent.

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(Tomorrow's chapter update will be extremely late at night, because I have to run long distances during the day, and in addition, I am speechless today when I see some people accusing me of only plagiarizing Tang history...... Seeing it now, I can see that I am writing about Tang? Spread my hands and smile. Thinking of my answer, those people may ask me why I didn't just write Tang Okay, and I asked him to ask the relevant departments that stipulate that they are not allowed to change history, nor are they allowed to joke. I'm going to write fantasy, okay?cut~)