"I understand, but I'm not convinced, I don't accept it!"

Hong Yi admits his mistakes and knows the mistakes of his path, but he still refuses to accept Moluo.

An ego like him would never allow himself to become a part of Moro, and give up his wisdom to become a part of Moro's will.

His pride, his persistence. He wants to turn things around and reshape the road.

At this moment, Hong Yi's whole body was glowing, the infinite laws surrounded his body, the sun, moon and stars rose and fell in his eyes, hundreds of millions of living beings saluted with it, and the ancient history of the entire Yang God World was covered with his splendid articles.

He wants to reverse yin and yang, and he wants to continue to walk through all avenues and lead sentient beings to the true other side.

"That's it, that's it, it's up to you."

Staring at the most stubborn thought, Mo Luo sighed lightly at Hong Yi's stubbornness.

As Yi Zi, even if Mo Luo evolved the idea of sentient beings, just to cross, but Hong Yi could not be crossed.

Detached from all identities and concepts, Hong Yi has always been the radical and stubborn Houfu boy, and there is no difference between him and Hong Xuanji in essence.

For so many years, he has always denied this and has not been able to reconcile with himself, so he has been standing still.

Since you can't cross it, you won't cross it, it's up to you.

Moro, the main one is a pendulum!

Looking at the entire Yang God World from afar in the chaos, the rotating Yang God World seems to be a human form that is gradually being achieved, it is a life form that lies across the chaotic world, and the blood-colored ocean is like blood in the human body, making the originally withered world more and more vibrant.

Mo Luo didn't care about Hong Yi, and he didn't force Hong Yi to cross it, he just left Hong Yi in a world alone, and let him continue his dream in endless reincarnation.

And as for the entire Yang God World

The time and space of the infinite incarnation of all things in heaven and earth are endless, and the total set of space is called the universe; The aggregate set of time is called the Universe.

It is divided into units such as meeting, fortune, world, year, month, day, hour, minute, and second.

After the end of the one-dimensional, and then the beginning of the next, a new world was opened up in the universe, which is called "the beginning of the one-dimensional, and the renewal of all things".

The beings of the Yang God World will die in one lifetime, and now since the Yi Zi era, they have experienced 129,600 Hui Yuan lives and deaths, and the Moluo Blood Sea has run through the entire Yang God World.

"It's a pity, the way of heaven is like a bow! The higher ones suppress it, the lower ones lift it, the surplus loses it, the insufficient ones are with it, and the way of heaven loses more than enough to make up for the shortcomings. Humanity is not, the damage is insufficient, and the sacrifice is more than enough. Who can have more than enough to serve the world? There is only one who is the Taoist. ”

The doctrine of heaven is to make up for what is lacking, but the way of man is not.

Gather the wealth of the poor and the lowly, and flatter the heart of the noble; The next is to shed blood, and take all the baht; The upper part is hidden and not exhausted, or used like mud and sand. The loss is not enough to give more than enough, and it is different from the way of heaven.

The Dao of Yizi lies in plunder, while the Dao of Moluo is dedication, and the real supplement is insufficient.

Mo Luo is feeding back the entire Yang God World, double cultivating with the entire world, and the powerful life stream is completely injected into the entire world.

The power formed by the 129,600 Hui Yuan Birth and Death, the excess surplus value and knowledge created by living beings in the process of life, as Mo Luo penetrated the entire Yang God World, making the birth and death of the entire Yang God World crazily accelerate.

Faster and faster, faster and faster, and finally in a huge lotus, the entire Yang God world turned into an incomparably graceful and plump lotus goddess, soaked in the sea of blood, the face of the closed eyes was full of tranquility and serenity, in her body, both creation and destruction, both order and chaos.

And above her delicate navel, another golden-red lotus bloomed, and one of the babies lay in it, exuding a mysterious aura.

This abundant beauty sleeping in the chaos is accompanied by an era of more and more rapid rotation of thinking, and an era of more and more rapid evolution, from 129,600 to 129,600 in an instant, there are already three worlds in an instant.

At last this beautiful and abundant goddess will awaken from her slumber, kinder and more merciful and merciful than anyone else, more ruthless and terrifying than anyone else. This huge goddess is comparable to the goddess of the ancestral god who opened the world, the primordial person of chaotic time, the primordial goddess who is still and immovable.

Before Moro's arrival, the goddess as the concept of "primordial essence" did not exist, and with Moro's arrival, blood flowed through her dry body, and the birth and death of the vast world became more rapid, moving at an extraordinary speed.

The primordial essence, the supreme goddess.

The primordial goddess is still asleep, not communicating, not communicating, unconscious, neither in the endless sea of cause and effect, nor in the dark abyss of karma.

But when she realized herself in the primordial life womb, she suddenly felt strange.

From the perspective of others, she has undoubtedly been asleep for a long time.

But what is "sleeping"? What is she herself? When she was born, she didn't know clearly.

Without the other, how can we be ourselves? However, in the hazy world, there seemed to be nothing else, and she continued to crunch day after day in a safe and familiar environment, or sit quietly, or lie on her side, or lie flat, bored.

She felt unhappy, unhappy, unhappy, and finally lonely.

Through the liquid world, she could see at most a faint shadow, the outline of which was similar to hers, blurred, but it made her sincerely relieved. This being longs to see itself as it is.

So, she had a form.

She felt happy, but it only looked like a form, which meant that she had no real sense, could not be touched, and would penetrate everything she touched.

She became distressed. This is enough to meet the needs of sight and hearing, but it is not enough. Can't she have a real form? She remembered her previous question, and her mind suddenly brightened.

She escaped from the sea of parasitism, went into the world, and did not leave completely.

Through the appearance of the other person, she can use it to reshape her body.

The other and the self, the other shore and this shore, contradictions are born in comparison and distinction.

"What's your name?" The will of the goddess is pursuing, in the vast world, in the universal world of dreams, from the plateau to the river valley, from the snow-capped mountains to the hills, there is no voice to respond to her call.

She couldn't help but be a little disappointed, and then hesitated, and even doubted her categorical remarks. In any case, she didn't want to believe that this solitude could be the whole truth.

She longs for the presence of the Other.

After a long time, a faint voice responded to her: "Yi I am too easy, people call me "Sea of Blood" or "Moluo." ”

In an instant, she generated an entity of incomparably real, radiant beauty.

He is male and she is female.

He is reincarnation, she is the body.

He is the original person, and she is the original essence.

At that moment, she was revered as the primordial goddess, the primordial goddess.

(End of chapter)