Peeping at Bai Lingfei, this is indeed very bold.

It is estimated that no one in the world today dares to peep at the Taizun strong.

And Bai Lingfei's residence is really curious.

After all, the Taizun strong can almost be regarded as a half-step Taichu, and the horror of the means is unimaginable.

How amazing and unimaginable the place where such people live.

The Immortal Ancestor once again exerted his power, and the incarnation of Snow Thirteen's 'God' silently came to a mysterious space.

Here, he was indeed blown away.

It's not a room, it's not a temple.

The mysterious space is not large, and a bamboo house is built here.

It's very simple, there is no brilliance, but it gives people a feeling of being indestructible and able to withstand the impact of stormy waves.

Xue Thirteen was in such a bamboo house, looking at Bai Lingfei with his hands behind his back, as if he was in a daze.

Actually, no, his eyes flickered from time to time, and there was a fine light ~ flowing.

Immortal Ancestor's self-confidence was not given in vain, Xue Shisan was almost standing in front of Bai Lingfei, father and son side by side, but the other party did not notice it in the slightest.

Suddenly, he noticed that something was wrong.

Looking at it, Xue Thirteen almost stared out his eyeballs.

A ghost appeared along the walls of the bamboo house, and then he noticed that the walls were fading and becoming transparent.

After transparency, it is natural to see the scene outside the bamboo house.

An indescribably magnificent river flows, and although it flows, it does not make people feel the slightest agility.

As if it were not alive, it was dead.

The oppression of dead silence and silence is so obvious.

Snow Thirteen didn't know how to describe this river, it was huge and boundless, as if one end extended to the beginning of the heavens, and the other extended to the end of the future, and even the end of everything.

Moreover, this great river is not a single color, and there are many sparkling colors in it.

If you look closely, it's a tiny picture flowing.

"This ...... Is this history?"

Xue Thirteen almost exclaimed, and the whole person froze.

The bamboo house where Bai Lingfei lives is built on the long river of history?

Or is it the scenery that he opened up outside of time, independent of the avenue, and overlooking the entire long river of history?

Hiss!

He gasped, and secretly said that the Taizun strong man is really perverted~ perverted, and his handwriting is not something that normal people can imagine.

Xue 13 watched Bai Lingfei staring at the pictures in the long river of history, and he suddenly thought of something.

Some people once believed that everything under the Heavenly Dao, this universe, and all living beings were just a picture scroll that had already been drawn.

It's just that this picture scroll has a spirit, and it is alive.

Therefore, there is a destiny of the Heavenly Dao, which has long been predestined, and there is no such thing as destined.

It is destined for most people and things, and it is not destined for a few variables.

Originally, Xue 13 thought that this analogy was too scary and absurd.

How can the vast time and space, the boundless universe, be just a picture scroll?

But now that I see the pictures flowing in this long river of history, isn't it just a picture scroll?

The upstream of it has been drawn, and the downstream is also a little blurry, but the snow thirteen cultivation is not enough, and it is not clear to see.

"Is it true that there is a painting in time and space through the ages? What is the way of heaven? The magic brush that draws the scroll is still the person who holds the pen?"

Snow Thirteen couldn't help but have such a thought in his heart.

Is the entire space-time really drawn by a powerful invincible being?

It's ridiculous.

If so, then what are these creatures?

It can't be called a spirit or a living being.

What is the true Spirit?

Suddenly, Xue Thirteen felt that his consciousness was a little blurry, and he was taken aback.

Soon, it came to pass.

It takes a lot of effort to keep staring at the pictures in the long river of history, and he is only the incarnation of the 'god' in his body manifested by the Immortal Ancestor by great means, and he can't last long.

Xue Thirteen immediately came back to his senses and stopped watching, otherwise he was afraid that this incarnation would collapse, and in that case, it would have a great impact on the deity.

And when he looked at Bai Lingfei, the other party's expression was indifferent and calm.

Occasionally, there are layers of fluctuations flashing in his expression, and the rhyme is rich.

"He watched the whole history, and he understood the mystery of the primordial meaning from it?"

Snow Thirteen muttered, a little incredulous.

It is simply unthinkable to have a whole history and become enlightened.

It's a bit exaggerated, after all, the pictures in the long history have already happened in reality. Those images are just like the present, it may be a person drinking water, it may be a group of people eating, it may be a group of people fighting.

Such pictures can be seen everywhere in reality, even if you see more, what is the use?

Can you be enlightened?

But don't forget, everything under the Heavenly Dao has a 'Dao' trajectory. The true meaning of the avenue is often not wonderful, and the brilliant picture is more likely to be contained in the ordinary.

Xue Thirteen was originally planning to leave, but suddenly saw Bai Ling flying.

He raised his head slightly, his eyes closed for a moment.

"A picture scroll of eternal time and space, who is behind the pen?"

Bai Lingfei muttered.

Hearing this, Snow Thirteen's mind boomed.

If it were someone else, he would only think that the other party had heard some ancient legends. But this sentence was actually said by Bai Lingfei, a Taizun powerhouse, could it be ...... It's true?

Even Bai Lingfei thinks it's true?

Otherwise, why would you sigh about who is the person behind the pen?

Snow Thirteen felt that his entire worldview had collapsed, it was too impactful.

Is the person who holds the pen a mysterious way of heaven?

It can only be the Heavenly Dao, otherwise why would all the monks be cultivating the Heavenly Dao and thus gaining great power?

Is it just that this Heavenly Dao is also a tangible being?

"If that's the case, then Bai Lingfei shouldn't just comprehend the true meaning of the beginning through the long river of history, he also wants to find the person behind it?"

Snow Thirteen muttered to himself, and an idea arose in his heart.

Bai Lingfei, Yuan Shen, and Martial God, who are above time, have they started to pay attention to this matter a long time ago?

Are they always looking for the person behind the painting?

Including the great battle between the Source God and the Martial God Eternal Time and Space, are they really just as simple as fighting?

What is it like outside of time?

It was all slow, but it was just a few thoughts in Xue Thirteen's mind.

Bai Lingfei didn't sigh for too long, he left the bamboo house.

Snow Thirteen followed behind him, the light beams distorted, and he noticed that the scene in front of him had changed.

It becomes extremely exaggerated.

This is another independent space, where huge orders are intertwined, laws flow, and the sun and moon rise and fall.

The vastness is immense!

The heavens are full of stars, the stars are flowing, and the vastness of the scene is indescribable.

Over here...... It's like a small universe.

Xue Thirteen saw all this, but he didn't have that shock.

Because this is in line with the conjecture in his heart before, the residence of the Taizun strong should be different, the hand is shocking, brilliant and prosperous.

Back then, Bagu Tianzun wanted to create another immortal realm, that is, a small cosmic starry sky. Due to being calculated by all parties, he died young and failed to achieve it.

And as a half-step Taizun powerhouse, it is not unusual for Bai Lingfei to be able to do it.

However, I don't know whether it was intentional or unintentional, there is no life trajectory in his small universe, there are no living beings, only him.

Lonely and detached.

(End of chapter)