The world is a great sea of suffering.

Man in the sea.

The flesh is a ship.

The soul is the person in the boat, and the ship carries the person and keeps moving to the other side.

Is it to cultivate the flesh, to strengthen the hull of the ship, to the other side of the bitter sea? Or do you cultivate your soul so that the people in the boat are familiar with the nature of the water?

Cultivating martial arts to become an immortal.

Cultivating immortals and becoming immortals.

Which one should you choose?

This is a vast world, a vast continent, a continent full of strange lives, there are powerful demon gods, there are also all kinds of powerful ancient beasts, and the weak human race is struggling to survive in it.

The people of Limin, the ancient demon gods, and the giant demons live together, which can be described as an era of "people, gods, immortals, demons, and demons" dancing together, there is no etiquette, all the people who respect their strength and have no magical power are those ancient demon gods, the food in the mouth of the giant demon.

Since their birth, thousands of races in the world have been in constant disputes, obeying the most primitive laws of nature, the weak are exterminated, and the strong plundering other races.

Generation after generation, with the passage of time, the entire world has been filled with life, but for the thousands of races in the world who only know war and battle, their productivity is simply not comparable to their consumption, and a catastrophe is coming.

For unknown reasons, humans have appeared in the world, a weak but tenacious race, weak but adaptable.

With generation after generation, year after year, the entire world is boundless, and the number of human beings on it is also infinite, and the number of dead human beings can no longer be described by quantity.

As predatory creatures, the Terrans gradually sprouted something that other races disdain, and that is - creativity!

The Immortal God King is naturally powerful, and the true dragon traverses the sky. Therefore, they do not need wisdom, they only need to grow step by step to dominate the sky, and everything in the world is left to their prey.

However, human beings have wisdom and creativity, and through wisdom and creativity, they have invented the existence called cultivation, qi and blood martial arts, and become immortals.

Through cultivation, the human race has taken a steady step by step, and is slowly but unstoppably becoming the true master of the entire world.

The trolls were driven to extinction, and the Terrans began to compete with the immortal demon gods born from nature, and the dragons from above began to gradually clash with each other.

On this day, from the distant place where the sea and the sky meet, a faint crimson glow gradually rose, and a human race was swallowing the glow of vitality, and the hot sun gradually bloomed with brilliant brilliance, shining on the earth as in the past, refining thoughts, and turning from yin to yang.

Pan, the strongest of the human race, is also the strongest person who created the civilization of the human race.

He once asked about the immortal emperor who was born in the sky, but later came to the top, refined the yang god, unified the human race, and even relied on his own strength to bring the human race from the bottom of the food chain to the sequence of the hundred races fighting for hegemony.

It can be said that although the current road of the human race is tortuous, the future is bright.

But on this day—

God, it's broken!

The vast sky that carries the vast clouds, the sun, the moon and the stars, brews infinite thunder, condenses the nine heavens of clear air, and covers the vast sky over hundreds of millions of miles of land. It's broken!

An extreme sense of crisis made the pan immediately wake up, and the entire world, all the strong people felt it, and an extremely terrifying crisis of destruction arrived.

It was a drizzle at first, then it gradually turned into a torrential downpour, with bright red rain drops falling on everyone's heads, with a certain sweet taste that was intoxicating.

Countless races gathered, following ancient instincts, and they felt, felt the danger of extinction, and gathered with each other.

Several primeval dragons were flying in the sky, the Immortal God King was trembling in the huge dragon's eyes, and in the center of the heavenly dome thousands of miles high, an indescribable huge hole was reflected, and many clouds and glow were like whirlpools, turning into broken ribbons around the huge hole and slowly swirling, and many thunderbolts and storms shone in the clouds.

The powerhouses of the dragon clan all soared up, and countless dragons surrounded the huge hollow, looking up from afar, ten thousand dragons arched and guarded, a magnificent spectacle.

Suddenly, an infinite amount of water poured down from the hole in the sky, forming a vast column of water, which fell directly into the sea, stirring up thousands of waves.

In ancient times, the four poles were wasted, Kyushu was split, the sky was not covered, and the earth was not circumferential. The fire is not extinguished, and the water is vast and unstoppable.

The mighty sea of bitterness poured down, it was an unprecedented flood, containing a strong breath of life, containing everything.

Moro's body turned from existence to nothingness, containing everything and becoming a part of his body, pervasive, the structure of matter was destroyed, the connection of molecules was broken, and life returned to its most primitive state.

Hidden in the vast world, the blood-colored luck formed by the extinction of hundreds of millions of races attracted Moluo, making Moluo feel sad, he was saddened by the loss of life, and he hoped that life would be free from the fear of death that he chased as a natural creature.

A food chain consisting of predators and prey, fear of death causes animals to migrate in search of pasture and hunting grounds, and fear of death allows animals to establish eating order and territory

Death fear creates perhaps the right law of the jungle, death fear makes animals respect and pursue strength and cunning so they can survive.

But intelligent beings who obey the laws of nature are so miserable.

Predators cannot escape the fear of scarcity and must hunt for food. Prey, on the other hand, have the fear of being preyed upon and must evade prey.

In the 10,000 years since its birth, the races of the great world have always followed the most primitive laws of nature, and the resistance of life to death is full of instinctive fear, not to mention that these beings have given birth to wisdom and intellect.

So their fear of death, their fear of suffering, and the feeling of being in this fear but not being able to get rid of it, finally made Moro decide to help them, let them get rid of this most primitive fear.

As the origin of life, as the primordial sea of life, he cannot accept this fear, he wants to save this world full of fear, and he wants to save all beings in the fear of death, only in this way can they survive.

Moluo used his unique life form to infect a certain range of matter, surrounded by Moluo, the powerful corrosive force seeped into the encirclement, and the seawater showed a strong corrosive, aggressive, such as an inaccessible weird erosion feeling, frantically spreading towards all beings.

"Joy and peace!"

"Joy and Peace!!"

"Joy and Peace!!

The rolling sea of blood flowed backwards into the vast world, infected all living beings, turned into a boundless chaotic ocean, and returned to the primordial womb sea of life.

(End of chapter)