After entering the realm of enlightenment, Lu Wanxiao's soul seemed to rise infinitely and entered a mysterious realm.

He saw an endless starry sky, and he stood in it.

His perception seemed to be magnified countless times at this time, and everything in the entire starry sky was under his control, which was really wonderful.

The stars shine brightly, and the huge planets are in their slumber and are attached to the company of the stars, but they are so cold that they do not have a trace of warmth.

It was precisely in this coldness without a trace of warmth that he seemed to have returned to his mother's arms, and rushed into the company of the starry sky with a body of wind and dust.

He even had a moment when he was willing to sink for it.

The Tao that is not seen on weekdays floats in the void like silk threads, and is clearly visible;

There was even a desolate and distant voice surrounding his ears!

At this moment, he was infinitely closer.

Road...... At your fingertips!

"Realm of Enlightenment......" Lu Wanxiao murmured softly, her eyes calm.

He feels better now than ever!

He even had the illusion that he could blow everything up with a wave of his hand.

But he also knew that this was an illusion that everyone who entered the realm of enlightenment would encounter.

Some people who are not strong-minded will even lose themselves in this illusion and become Taoist slaves.

Dao slaves, who lost their own existence, lived for the Tao and died for the Tao, are just a group of poor people.

I won't repeat it here, in short, he has not lost his nature in the face of power, and he has always looked like an ancient well.

"The Tao is like silk, in this life, what kind of Tao do I master?" he looked at the silk threads that could be seen everywhere around him, and fell into deep thought.

Xing Zhen's words brought him a great shock, and the reason why he entered the realm of enlightenment was also because of what Xing Zhen said, which broke his confusion.

"It is true that I have only been using life, not enjoying it......" His voice echoed throughout the starry sky, low and persistent: "I am just blindly pursuing eternal life, but what about my original intention?"

Although he has lived for countless years, he has actually spent these countless years in cultivation and seeking the Dao.

Retreat for 10,000 years at a time is just the norm.

Time is not a deep concept for him, and it has always been vividly fleeting in silent retreat.

"In the past, I pursued a strong ...... for the sake of my family" Lu Wanxiao's gaze seemed to penetrate the long river of time, and he saw that in a dilapidated courtyard, a stubborn young man was cultivating hard to revive the hope of the family.

The winter sun is warm, the first snow is gone, and the whole land is a snow-capped scene.

The young man's head and shoulders were covered with a layer of snow, and the three-foot Qingfeng in his hand stabbed into the air with a sword, meticulously.

The breeze provoked by the tip of the sword makes a piece of flying ice crystals flutter around, and the sun shines, sparkling and shining, which is very beautiful.

Where the ice crystals fell, a man appeared.

It was a teenager of the same age as him, and the only difference was his gaze.

"The more dripping, practicing swords in the snow, so interested. "The eyes of the people who come are full of joy and sunshine, like a stream that flies endlessly.

But his eyes are deep and far-reaching, like a deep pool.

The more dripping ...... The name of his previous life, I don't know how many years no one called him that, the years are so long, so long that he almost forgot this name.

"Ren Qiuming, what's the matter with you?" His voice was immature, but he had a mature and precocious wisdom that did not belong to this age.

"What's the matter?" Ren Qiuming asked rhetorically, a little jokingly, "Dripping, it's rare to have such good snow, we can have a good time!"

"Don't make a fuss. Yue Linli turned around and continued to swing his sword, "My swordsmanship is not proficient enough......

Before he could finish speaking, he was hit by a cold object in his back, and it was a snowball.

"Brother Qiu Ming!" The more he turned his head angrily, and several snowballs came one after another, smashing him all over his face.

"Wow, Brother Qiu Ming, you are forcing me to do it!" Yue Linli pretended to be angry and waved his long sword and ran towards Ren Qiu Ming.

He didn't notice it himself, and finally showed a trace of innocence and childishness that belonged to a teenager on his face.

"Come on, see if you can catch me?" The smile in Ren Qiuming's eyes was even stronger, and he was very relieved to look at the rare smile on the face of this young man who he regarded as his own brother.

Perhaps countless pressures have already precipitated, accumulated, and piled up too much in this young man's heart, even if he is a well-arranged happiness as an elder brother, it can only be regarded as a feather, falling on the more dripping heart, leaving no trace.

The two teenagers tacitly cherished this rare joy, running on the white snow in the early morning, building a harmonious picture......

As soon as the picture turned, all the ice and snow melted in an instant, and they were engulfed in flames.

The former teenager has grown up, but when he grows up, he stands in an opposing position......

"Brother Qiu Ming, why are you ......" Yue fell to the ground weakly, with an incredible face on his face, looking at his once most beloved eldest brother with a trembling face.

Ren Qiuming's figure loomed in the fire, and the firelight reflected his face, reflecting the blood on his face extraordinarily beautifully.

He held a long sword in his hand, but the long sword was inserted into the body of an old man at this moment, and blood was dripping.

The old man was dead, and he couldn't blink his eyes, and his pupils were completely dilated, but he could still see the pain and anger in them.

This is Ren Qiuming's adoptive father, and he is also Yue Li's biological father.

"My silly brother. Ren Qiuming's gaze was deep, maybe the years had left countless traces on him, but the smile on his face remained the same, "You have to become stronger, you can't win against me if you're so cowardly......"

When the words fell, the raging fire tore all the pictures apart, and also burned out all the good things in the past.

He began to become cold and mature.

The picture turns again, and he is looking at a little girl, on top of the mountain of corpses.

"Let's go. ”

"Where are you going?"

"Go to a place full of sin...... I'll take you to kill. ”

He killed many people that day, but that was not his purpose, he had only one purpose - to kill his brother.

The enemy king, the palace hall, he finally met the culprit who killed his biological father and destroyed all the good things in his childhood.

"You're here. Ren Qiuming's voice was calm, as if he had expected all this.

"I'm coming. His eyes were calm, but the imperceptible tremor in his voice showed that he was not as strong as he appeared.

......

"You have to be strong. These were Ren Qiuming's last words to him before he died.

Said with a smile, just like when I was a child.

Everything has changed, but Ren Qiuming's smile remains the same.

Maybe it was the tears that made his vision blurred, and the more he looked at his beloved eldest brother who he had played since he was a child, and at the eldest brother who tried all kinds of ways to make him laugh, he trembled.

"Why, why didn't you say it earlier!" he roared, hugging Ren Qiuming's gradually cold body hard, and cried heartbreakingly.

"In fact, you just wanted to protect me and keep the only bloodline of the family in that battle, for me, you threw yourself into the enemy cave, you killed all the enemies over the years, but left yourself to me, why!"

The truth is cruel, he finally killed his favorite brother, and he cried and questioned without any answer.

The only thing left for him was his brother's relief on his deathbed.

"You have to be strong. ”

......

Time flies, and when the last picture flashes, there are millions of troops standing behind him, each exuding a powerful momentum.

And he stood proudly at the forefront of the army in a gilded costume, and everyone surrounded him.

He is the leader, he is the supreme of the realm.

Unconsciously, there was an extra majesty on him, and looking at the army of the Six Realms opposite, his words were full of confidence and pride.

"Today we are going to tell everyone in the Six Realms that the Six Realms are in the past, and from now on, they will be the Seven Realms!"

......

"In fact, from the moment I killed my brother, my heart was empty. Lu Wanxiao's eyes regained focus, filled with sadness.

He seemed to be questioning, and he was asking himself.

"You told me to be strong, but you didn't tell me what I was strong for, what I lived forever. He muttered softly, but the momentum on him grew, and the threads wrapped around him became more and more.

The sound of Dao Fan's voice pierced the starry sky, as if he was rejoicing for him, but it could not hide the deepest sadness of his faith.

Some roads can only be walked by one person after all.

Silk threads wound around him, turning him into a cocoon of light, emitting enough light to illuminate the entire starry sky, and his deep voice echoed throughout the starry sky.

"What is the Tao?"