In ancient times, there was a barren land in the center of the four seas, on which there was no grass, and there were few living creatures, and there was an endless desert everywhere.

God and all beings call this place the Great Wilderness.

There is a valley in the great wilderness, called Wenyuan Valley, there is a Fusang tree on the valley, it is three hundred miles high, and the tree lives for nine days. One day to come, one day to rise, ten thousand years unchanged.

Until one day, a middle-aged man dressed in black stepped on this land, and he came to the foot of the Fuso tree.

The hibiscus tree has two branches, which stand on the lower branch on eight days and on the upper branch on one day.

The man reached out and touched the trunk of the Fuso tree, which alarmed the sun on the tree, which was the three-legged golden crow.

The big golden crow standing on the top branch opened his eyes, as if two golden rays of light shot out, and the air seemed to be scorching a little.

He asked, looking at the man under the tree.

"Mortal, why are you here?"

The man looked up at the big golden crow, his hands outstretched, his eyes squinted slightly, and a faint smile appeared on his face.

"I'm here to change the world!"

The Great Golden Crow spread its wings, and in an instant, it was full of light, like a round of the sun rising, and the entire Great Wilderness was swept away by the scorching air.

The man lowered his head and raised his hand to block the blinding light above him, his clothes glistening with flames from the heat.

The golden crow folded his wings and looked at the man under the tree who was trying to extinguish the flames on his clothes, slightly confused.

"Mortal, why don't you die?"

"Why am I dying?" the man asked, looking up.

"No one can withstand the temperature of the sun, not even most gods, if I'm not mistaken, you're just a mortal!"

"No, I am God!"

"I don't feel the power of God in you!"

"Just because you can't feel it doesn't mean I don't, doesn't it?" The man's indifferent eyes made Dajin Crow suddenly feel a palpitation.

The man slammed his fist lightly on the Fuso wood, and the violent tremor of the wooden trunk woke up the eight-headed golden crow on the lower branch, and they hurriedly spread their wings to maintain their balance.

People in the distance saw several rounds of the sun rising over the sea and setting quickly.

Dajin Crow glared at the man and scolded angrily, "Mortal, what are you doing!"

The man stretched out his hand and pointed to the shallow fist marks on the trunk of the Fuso tree, "Look, the power of God!"

"What the hell are you going to do?"

"I said, I'm here to change the world!"

The man's face was almost a maniacal smile.

The Great Golden Crow's gaze swept back and forth over his eight younger brothers.

"We are just a group of suns, which have risen and set as usual for tens of thousands of years, and we are far from the world!"

"I know, but the sun, one is enough!"

"Wow!" the eight golden crows on the lower branch let out a sharp cry at the man, and their eyes were not good.

"You're just a mortal with some divine powers, and you'll never understand how powerful the sun is!"

"Really?"

The man took a step forward and pointed his finger at the second and fourth golden crows on the lower branches.

"Two or four for the shoulder!"

Then he nodded to the fifth and seventh golden crows of the lower branches.

"Six or eight is enough!"

Then came the third and sixth golden crows.

"Three on the left and seven on the right!"

The eighth and the first.

"Wear nine shoes and one!"

As if out of his body, a translucent figure came out of the man's body and flew in front of the big golden crow, tapping lightly towards his eyebrows.

"Finally, the five are in the center!"

A starlight flew out from the center of the golden crow's eyebrows, spreading out at the top of the Fusang tree, like the trajectory of a meteor hovering over the Great Wilderness, and finally passing through the bodies of the nine golden crows.

In the sky, a huge Bagua Array completely obscured the sun's rays, and the entire Great Wilderness fell into darkness.

The man wiped the sweat from his forehead and looked at his masterpiece with satisfaction.

The golden crow flailed its wings, and golden flames ignited on his wings, intending to fuse the star-laden threads.

"I advise you not to act rashly, the nine palaces are connected, if you break free, your other eight brothers will die!"

"What the hell do you want?"

The corners of the man's mouth curled into a wicked smile.

"As I said, one sun is enough, you listen to me, live one, don't listen to me. ”

"—then they're all dead!"

......

Soon after, ten suns appeared on earth.

Hou Yi, the hero of the human race, shot down nine suns on the top of Kunlun Mountain and was named the god of arrows by the heavenly court, but he disappeared soon after.

The gods were dissatisfied with the Golden Crow for disturbing the order of the Three Realms, and cast a curse on the Great Wilderness where the Golden Crow lived.

10,000 years later, the Great Wilderness was submerged by the four seas, and all the ethnic groups living in the Great Wilderness disappeared into the torrent of time.

The gods called this masterpiece the Mulberry Field Canghai.

......

"There should be no living creatures in the Great Wilderness, what are you?" Meng Xiaodie asked suspiciously.

"I am a handful of sand under the Fuso tree, I have life after the great wilderness has been submerged, after I have become stone. ”

"Alas, it's all a group of monsters with stories!" Meng Xiaodie glanced at the Stone King and sighed leisurely.

"To live is to have a story. ”

"You're right, maybe we're living in a story right now, and who's to say it's not!" Meng Xiaodie laughed dryly.

"Kill me, there shouldn't be a living remnant of the Great Wilderness!"

"Who said that?"

"God. ”

"God can't control me!"

Shi Wang smiled and shook his head, "You can't just take care of yourself in life. ”

Outside the hall, a beam of sunlight passed through most of the Ten Thousand Demon Hall and fell on the body of the stone king, the light was a little dazzling, the stone king raised his hand to block it, and put it down again.

"The sun is so warm, but it's a pity that it's not as good as it was at the beginning!"

Shi Wang looked back at Meng Xiaodie and smiled.

"I see you don't look like a monkey!"

"My name is Meng Xiaodie, and I'm a Taoist priest!"

"Daoist, I think you're more like a swordsman!"

"Really?"

Meng Xiaodie laughed to herself and turned to leave.

"Thank you for your blood!"

The stone king imprinted a drop of blood hidden between his fingers on the center of his eyebrows, and in the blink of an eye, his entire body turned into a pile of fine sand.

A gust of wind blew, and the sand dispersed.

"The blood of a saint breaks all evil obstacles!"

"Fuck the obstruction!"

Meng Xiaodie found that there are always some unsatisfactory wins in this world, and they are as good as God's will.