"Click!"

Suddenly, at this moment, the natal grinding disc made a crisp sound, breaking the limit, advancing again, and achieving the "eighteen turns".

The last time he broke through, it was when he turned robbery into luck, and then Yunmengshan and his party reached the peak, but they didn't expect to break through at this time.

Moreover, this is not over, the natal millstone is still spinning wildly, as if it has been pulled by the seven stars, constantly accelerating, and accelerating again.

Bang bang bang!

Three explosions sounded in succession, nineteen, twentieth, and twenty-first, Tiangong was continuously promoted, reaching the "twenty-first turn".

That's right, in this short moment, Wu Qi has not even reacted, and he has upgraded three times in succession, counting the previous time, it is four times.

From "seventeen turns" all the way to "twenty-one turns", the strength has increased by four times.

The instantaneous increase in strength made him a little unbearable, his body creaked, and the Yuan Shen began to swell like a blow, which was extremely uncomfortable.

Rumble!

Finally, Wuqi couldn't bear it anymore and began to disintegrate, exploding, and the original spirit and the body were torn apart.

Of course, he did not fall like this, but did it on purpose, in order to separate himself, and gradually complete the transformation of part by part.

At this time, the minced meat all over the ground, as well as the fragments of the primordial gods, began to gather together, but not as a whole, but twenty-one individuals.

Soon, these individuals began to take shape, and each of them turned into nothingness, and of course, the fluctuations on these beginnings were only at the level of the Law Realm.

In fact, if there is no hundred turns to win the heavenly merit, this is his real strength.

Although, with the bonuses of the physical body and the primordial god, it is still invincible in the same level, but it is only very strong, and it has not reached the level of true rebellion.

Moreover, none of these individuals broke through the tenth turn, but only hovered around the eighth or ninth turn.

At this time, the grinding disc is still running, but it is gradually stabilizing, and finally it tends to flatten and remains on the "twenty-first turn".

"Shichiyo, is that you?"

One of them did not rise, and shouted loudly in the direction of the seven stars.

Before, he was just guessing, but now it is completely confirmed, all this must be related to the seven generations.

This kind of method is the same as when he received the inheritance, with the big grinding plate of seven generations, driving his small grinding plate to complete the transmission.

And this astral body, most likely, is the natal millstone of the seventh generation, but I don't know why it is here, it should be that I went to the upper realm with it.

At the same time, he had a bold idea.

That is the other six stars, which belong to the first to the sixth generation, and each generation has left its own means, or layout, here.

Thinking of this, he had some enlightenment, and he expected that that kind of induction should be related to the natal grinding plate, but he had already communicated with the Hundred Revolutions Heaven Skill before, and there was no reaction.

"Could it be that something went wrong

？”

"No, the clone has entered here, he can, and I must have no problem!"

"Is there any difference between me and the doppelganger? apart from the things outside the body, there is also a difference in personality, and only wisdom remains. ”

"Could it be that what I think is too complicated, but the truth is actually very simple?"

Twenty-one of them have no beginning, walking around here, constantly contemplating, but they just can't figure it out.

In the process, they continued to merge with each other, and then fused again, and in the end, only two of them were left, reaching their limit, unable to achieve unity.

In the end, Wuqi really couldn't think of it.

He took out the "Book of Wisdom" again, and he decided to start from his own avenue and deduce it, he wanted to find that feeling of "flash of inspiration".

Fractions, holy numbers, qi numbers, real numbers, and imaginary numbers have been repeated one by one, and there is still no gain.

In this way, I don't know how long it has been, he remembered one of his previous ideas, which was to establish a mathematical framework.

Think of yourself first, but you haven't understood it thoroughly, or you have a little eyebrow to list it out and form a framework to be filled in at any time.

The way of exponentials, he first thought of this, and similarly, there are power, entropy, positive, negative, functions, roots, etc., which all represent a concept.

Or a kind of rule, different from the law, but artificially created, stipulated, shaped, he thinks it is very interesting, in-depth discussion, maybe will achieve a different avenue.

After writing all of these in "Tianxing Count", Wu Qi continued to build.

This time, he chose a more esoteric avenue that is at the same level as the way of qi numbers, which are the way of calamity, the way of variables, the way of poles, the way of fate, the way of heterogeneous numbers, the way of fixed numbers, etc.

This time, he wrote more hard, even if it was just a framework, it was difficult to maintain, and when it came to the Destiny Avenue, it was stuck, and it was difficult to put pen to paper for a long time.

"Fate, fate, what is fate?"

Wuqi asked himself over and over again, but he didn't have a clue at all, about this way, it was too mysterious and profound, and it gave him a sense of all-encompassing.

For a while, it was difficult to define, and the understanding was inevitably biased, so he didn't know where to start, and along this avenue, his thoughts began to extend and expand.

In the end, he went back to the beginning, and he began to think about even the simplest, but also the most complex, ultimate problems.

Who am I? Zhuang also asked this question, and the answer he gave that time was a mirror.

But this time, the entry point is different, not on the "me", not on the "who", but on the "is".

"Who am I?" and this "is" connects me to whom I am and distinguishes me from each other.

Who am I, I am me, why am I me? I am not who I am, who am I, why am I not?

"It's hard

Is the Tao the way of fate? Everything is predestined, or it is not predestined, but a trend. It is like the way of a fixed number, symbolizing the development trajectory of everything between heaven and earth, rebirth, growth, development, peak, decay, and destruction. People have a number of lives, and days have a fixed number. Heaven and man are one, fate is destined, if the sky beats man, go with the flow, if man wins the sky, my fate is up to me!"

"Haha......"

Thinking of this, I have a clear mind, an open mind, and a hard work, and the number of lives and fixed numbers is on the paper.

Although it was only a framework and he didn't really understand these two paths, he was still overjoyed.

The most important thing is that he figured it out, why he was here, what fit with him here.

The answer is very simple, it is because he is the eighth generation, he is Cangtian, the descendant of Mintian, why is someone else not the eighth generation, not Cangtian, not the descendant of Mintian?

It's all about fate.

Before everyone was born, he had his own fate, and before he was born, his fate had been seen through and blinded by Qiu.

Min Tian accepted him as an apprentice, also because of the number of fates, the two clashed, calculated each other, and he was caught in the middle, in fact, it was all a struggle against the number of lives, and it was also a struggle against the fixed number.

It is based on its own philosophy, and it fights with the number of fates, fixed numbers, and a series of numbers.

Vaguely, Wu Qi realized that these Dao of his own were not simple, and they involved a wide range of things, and he suspected that even if he broke through to the day of the saint, he might not be able to break it.

However, he didn't want to do so much, so he still dispelled the fog and walked in to see what was in it.

"Scatter!"

As soon as he figured it out, he felt that his mind was unhindered, and he was completely connected with this place, as if this fog was only a part of his body.

At this moment, all he did was wave his hand, and the fog in front of him suddenly dispersed, forming a passage.

In the center of the passage, a stone monument was erected.

This stele is made of the same material as the stone steps in front, and the same pattern should also be derived from chaotic qi, with four big characters on it.

Eighth World!

(End of this chapter) I want to talk about "Tianxing Youshu" with more like-minded people, pay attention to "excellent reading literature" on WeChat, talk about life, and find confidants~