The eternal red sun has stood still in the western sky for 10,000 years.

Boundless silence, boundless loneliness, boundless time......

Hongjun Daoist can hardly remember his real name.

It was only when the white flags next to the Pangu Temple were hunting that he vaguely remembered that he seemed to have made some agreement with a certain senior brother.

But what exactly?

He couldn't remember it anymore.

Pangu Temple was built by Hongjun Dao people with huge stones for nearly ten years.

The temple is five zhang high and more than 100 zhang wide.

There is no whitewash in the temple and no intricate furnishings.

In addition to the rooms, there is only a huge statue of Pangu in the center of the main hall.

The Pangu statue could not see its face clearly, but it could feel its solemnity and majesty.

It held the giant axe of opening the sky in one hand, and the sun, moon and heavenly fire in the other, looking down on the common people.

This is what Hongjun remembers, Pangu True God.

Although the red sun never sets, Hongjun is still accustomed to using days, months, and years to keep time.

Although, it doesn't make much sense.

As long as he has time, Hongjun will go to the beach to see the blue seaweed.

This is something that the true god of Pangu has entrusted himself to take care of.

At first, Hongjun didn't know what the value of this tiny, almost imperceptible creature was.

But then he found that whenever he sat on the beach and let the cool sea breeze blow on his face, the practice of tuna became easier.

It seems that these blue seaweeds have a vague connection with the aura in the air.

For 10,000 years, blue seaweed has flourished and occupied almost the entire endless sea.

Is such a creature also at risk of extinction?

Hongjun didn't know.

But he chose to believe in the Word of the true God.

The true God created this world and destroyed the last era, and He knows all the secrets of the world, and any beast or beast is an ant in front of Him.

Swish!

Hongjun woke up from his meditation and, with a wave of his hand, pierced a crab-like crustacean with a single finger of his fingers.

If someone returns to Datang and says, the finger that returned to the basics just now is the terrifying Nine Yin Poisonous Finger back then, and they will definitely be laughed off.

If such a restrained and calm exercise can also be related to the Demon Gate, then everyone in the world will have to admit the Demon Gate.

Hongjun slowly got up and picked up the crab.

This crab Hongjun calls it the swift crab.

They are extremely fast and very agile.

But in front of Hongjun, this little bit of ability is nothing.

Since the end of the last era, this world has become very scarce in life.

As an enlightened person, Hongjun sometimes meditates for months, or even years.

But he still needs to eat, he needs nutrition.

This seems to be the rule set by the people who created this world.

Maybe Pangu True God wants to use this to remind all the immortals, and you are waiting to become immortals, but you are human after all, right?

Hongjun likes this setting very much, because it can make him remember that he seems to have a very important senior brother.

Except for the Pangu True God, Hongjun has not seen any other immortals.

He vaguely guessed, maybe he was the first immortal of this era?

Otherwise, why would the True God give such important instructions to Himself and give Himself a new name?

Hongjun feels that he has a promising future, that is, he is slowly immortal, and he also has some motivation.

It's just that cultivating immortals can't come hungry to cultivate, they still have to eat.

But the food of this endless sea is scarce, there are no melons and fruits, and there are no animals.

So Hongjun had to feed on crabs and big yellow croaker all day long.

On the one hand, it is to quench hunger, and on the other hand, both crabs and large yellow croakers feed on blue-green algae.

By eating some of it yourself, the blue-green algae will be able to multiply more.

After eating more than a dozen fat crabs, Hongjun felt that the consumption of meditation had been replenished this time.

So, he got up and returned to the Pangu Temple.

He didn't come back for a month, and the doors and windows of the temple had accumulated floating ash.

Hongjun waved his sleeves, and the breeze caressed it, blowing away the floating ash.

The temple door slowly opened, as if to welcome a long-lost friend.

Hongjun did not go to the statue of the true god of Pangu to pray and say goodbye.

This is a taboo thing.

A long, long time ago, when Hongjun had just finished building the temple.

He had prayed to the idol devoutly.

He didn't say anything else, but it took him ten years to build the temple, and he simply reported to the true god of Pangu to say hello.

It's just that greeting that triggered a terrible natural disaster......

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When Zhang Zifan finished his dinner in the canteen and was about to deliver food to the lame old man, a piece of information suddenly popped up in the system.

"Hongjun Daoist has sent a new message, please check. ”

Zhang Zifan frowned, thinking to himself that the kerosene lamp he had just lit would be extinguished so soon?

No, why don't you have to support it until the second half of the night?

With doubts, Zhang Zifan clicked on the information of Hongjun Daoren.

At first glance, Zhang Zifan's face suddenly turned green.

In order to facilitate contact, he asked the old thief Hongjun to build a statue, and this thing actually painted a snake to build a big temple.

Isn't that full of food!

Not only that.

After building a temple, this thing is going to call itself if it's okay, and I want to talk to myself about the little things of sesame mung beans.

Although I love raising chickens, it doesn't mean that people like chicken women.

Zhang Zifan angrily picked out a snail shell from the lunch box and threw it away.

The snail shell passed through the energy membrane, and according to the rules set by Zhang Zifan, all the bacteria were blocked from the outside.

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"This time it's just a warning, if nothing happens to disturb my dreams, that's the case!"

Terrifying words resounded throughout the world.

Hongjun is not like a demon ancestor or Taoist ancestor who has cultivated to the sky, but like a frightened quail, hiding in the temple and shivering.

In Hongjun's perspective, a huge meteorite, with terrifying power from the sky, smashed towards him.

In the face of such the power of heaven and earth, any manpower and immortal power is as ridiculous as a mantis arm.

Fortunately, the meteorite was deflected and fell into the endless sea.

But the nightmare doesn't end.

The huge tsunami lasted for hundreds of years, and countless creatures became extinct as a result.

If it weren't for Hongjun building the temple on top of the mountains, the consequences would be unimaginable.

From then on, Hongjun didn't dare to contact the True God easily.

He knew that although he also had eternal life, he was nothing more than dust and an ant before the Supreme God.

Back in his meditation room, Hongjun carved six more orthography on the wall.

This represents the thirty days he spent meditating on this time.

The four walls of the room, even above the roof, have long been densely packed.

"10,000 years! 10,000 years! The eternal night is coming, and I miss you so much!"

Recalling all kinds of things in the past 10,000 years, two lines of tears came from the corners of Hongjun's eyes.

For 10,000 years, he has not been in contact with any other intelligent beings, and the true god of Pangu is the only sustenance and solace in Hongjun's heart.

At this moment, the last bit of red light outside the window finally hid under the mountains in infinity.

Hongjun was not frightened, but somewhat relieved.

"The endless darkness has finally arrived, and the agreement between the True God and me has arrived!"

Hongjun knelt down at the window, already in tears.

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