Lao Dao, who suddenly appeared, picked up the pen and continued to draw on the unfolded scroll by himself.

Sun Xiang looked at it for a moment and realized that it was not a real person in front of him, but an illusion. But somehow his memory is getting clearer. He slowly recalled the time when he had followed his master for hundreds of years, and burst into tears for a while.

"Master!"

He fell to his knees and bowed again and again.

In front of Sun Xiang, a man fell in the snow and was about to die of exhaustion. If you look closely, it is actually yourself back then.

It seems that this illusion is a re-enactment of the memories of those years. His memories were interrupted here, and now, he could finally know what had happened.

Instead of looking up, the Hidden Void waved his hand. At that time, a grain of golden light flew out of Sun Xiang's body, integrated into his pen, and then painted the entire Tuotian map.

At this time, the old road was almost running out of oil and the lamp was dry, and he suddenly slowed down his brushstrokes and sighed lightly.

"Lingru, you're finally here......"

Sun Xiang, who fell to the ground, was shocked, isn't this an illusion?

"Master!"

He hurriedly got up, but his hand passed through Sun Qianxu's body. It's just a phantom.

"Master, can you see me?"

Sun Xiang shouted loudly.

"Cultivators, don't be noisy! How many times have I told you!" Sun Qianxu scolded harshly.

Probably thinking that the parting words should not be reprimanded the disciple like this, Sun Qianxu's expression softened instead, and said: "This is a dream of a thousand years of great derivation, and the teacher is talking to you in the past and in the future. As a teacher, I know that you have a lot of doubts in your mind, but the time for this supernatural power is limited. Listen, I'll try to explain everything clearly. ”

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In ancient times, there was an unprecedentedly prosperous Xiuzhen civilization on the earth. The seventy-two most powerful sects in this civilization have united to form an organization to maintain world order, that is, the Xuanmen.

About 5,000 years ago, the major repairers of the Xuanmen observed that the aura of heaven and earth had entered a period of rapid decline.

This means the arrival of another aura tide.

The earth's aura is declining, and cultivators cannot survive here. To this end, the overhaulers jointly laid out the Miracle Formation Heaven and Earth Bridge. The vast majority of cultivators passed through the Heaven and Earth Bridge and flew to the Heavenly Realm. Those who are not cultivated enough will not be able to step on this bridge, so they can only seek more blessings for themselves.

This is the public part of the Tiandiqiao Project, and it is also the part that Lu Ning and the vast majority of cultivators know.

However, behind this public plan, there is also an extremely secretive plan.

The purpose of this project is to save the thriving human civilization. At that time, human beings, as the descendants of cultivators, spread out on the earth and established many primitive cities.

Most cultivators are very fond of these offspring, who are weak but tenacious and full of creativity. One of the obligations of cultivators is to take care of human beings and protect them from all kinds of natural disasters and demons.

The decline of the aura of heaven and earth has no effect on human beings. But one day the aura will be revived again, and at that time, it will be the catastrophe of human annihilation. Because at that time, there will no longer be powerful cultivators to protect them.

According to records, every revival of Reiki is accompanied by a period of chaos that lasts for about 20,000 years. During this period, the ancient ancestors, giant beasts, and demons will awaken one after another and wreak havoc. This period is also known as the Flood Era. The strongest person in the flood era, even for the Xuanmen, is an extremely headache existence. The overhaulers believe that humans alone are not enough to resist them.

In order to completely end this calamity of reincarnation, the most powerful cultivators of the previous era formulated a plan.

They believed that if there was one person, he could carry all the cultivation results of this aura era and survive the long era of the end of the law.

And at the beginning of the next aura revival, this person will preach the mature and perfect cultivation system of the previous generation to the world, so that the human race can take an absolute advantage in this new round of cultivation competition.

According to the calculations of the great cultivators, if this person can hand over all the Dao systems of the seventy-two veins of the Xuanmen to the appropriate heirs, he will lead the human race to resist the first impact of the awakening of the twelve ancestral witches, and rebuild the cultivation infrastructure such as the Six Dao Reincarnation and the Great Three Qing Cycles.

If this person can do this, then the 20,000-year flood era may be compressed into a hundred years.

The chances of human civilization surviving will greatly increase.

This program is called the "Tinder Project".

The most powerful cultivator in the world, the Xuanmen co-head of the Xuanmen, is the executor of the Tinder Plan. He will carry all the inheritance of the Xuanmen and leave it alone.

There is still one problem left here, even Sun Qianxu can't survive the long era of the end of the law. In an environment where the aura of heaven and earth is cut off, he will also lose his spirit, and eventually become a mortal, aging and dying.

But fading is a process, and the more abundant the aura stored in the body, the longer it can last. In order to ensure that the Hidden Void Son can smoothly survive the end of the Dharma era, the heads of the seventy-two sects of the Xuanmen Sect, through the secret method, have integrated all their strength, perception, and sect Taoist inheritance into the Heavenly Soul of the Hidden Void Son.

The 72 heads of the Xuanmen sect are all wiped out!

It's an amazing sacrifice. But this sacrifice is not entirely for the sake of humanity, it is also their duty as leaders.

When they take over the position of head of the sect, it becomes a vocation to continue the lineage of the sect. If Sun Qianxu can succeed, then the Dao system of this sect can be continued in a new era of aura.

This is something more important than their lives, more important than their ascension.

The Taoism is endless, the Xuanmen is not extinguished, the torch is passed down from generation to generation, and it is endless!

Sun Qianxu gained all the power and inheritance of the 72 sects of the Xuanmen, and became the most powerful cultivator in history. His spiritual power is enough to support 20,000 years in the heaven and earth environment where the spiritual energy is cut off. And the longest period of the end of the Dharma in the record did not exceed 10,000 years.

The lonely Sun is empty, walking aimlessly on the earth. On the one hand, he punished Lu Ning, the remnants of the world, and on the other hand, he also tried to comprehend the way of heaven in the era of the end of the law.

Reiki is like a tidal wave, coming and going, but the way of heaven is eternal.

Maybe it's because he has never had a major repair, and he comprehends the way of heaven in an environment where the aura is cut off. Without the interference of the aura of heaven and earth, the Heavenly Dao of Sun Qianxu's perception was purer and closer to the origin.

"As a teacher, I realized the Tao for 800 years in the era of the end of the Dharma, and one day, I suddenly made an amazing discovery. ”

While Sun Qianxu was drawing, he recounted to Sun Xiang the past of the last aura era.

But when he said this, Sun Qianxu suddenly stopped writing, raised his head with some concern, and looked into the depths of the sky.

Sun Xiang followed and looked over, but there was nothing in the sky.

"Master, what did you find?" Sun Xiang asked.

"Can't say. ”

Sun Qianxu rejected Sun Xiang's question, and he suddenly had to speed up the speed of moving the pen while continuing to tell the rest of the story.

After eight hundred years of enlightenment in the end of the law, Sun Qianxu finally saw through the truth of the aura tide. It dawned on him that the Tinder Project could not have succeeded from the start.

Because, as long as there is even one cultivator on this earth, even if there is still a creation of the Dao Law, the inheritance of the Dao Law, the aura will never be able to recover.

The essence of the ebb and flow of spiritual energy is to bring all the results of cultivation back to the root of the Heavenly Dao. As long as Sun Qianxu's Dao foundation still exists, the Xuanmen inheritance has not disappeared, and the ebb tide of spiritual energy will never end.

At this time, Sun Qianxu could choose to fly away from the ascension, but he couldn't forget the sacrifice of the seventy-two head Daoists.

In a desperate situation, in order to allow the Tinder Project to continue, Sun Qianxu decided to make the most dangerous attempt.

At the heart of this dangerous plan is a legendary method: the Tuotian Method.

The Tuotian Method, even in the last era of Reiki, was a purely theoretical method, and no one had ever had the strength to use it.

Speaking of this, Sun Qianxu finally finished drawing the last stroke on the scroll. Sun Xiang stepped forward and saw that Sun Qianxu had made up for it in the painting, and it was himself who had fallen to the ground.

This picture scroll perfectly reproduces the appearance of this world at this time, and the people in the painting and the outsiders are almost indistinguishable from each other. Lao Dao stopped his pen tiredly, he stroked his beard, and looked at his masterpiece with some emotion.

"Even during the most prosperous period of the Daomen, the Tuotian Method was considered an undesirable method. Today, with the full strength of seventy-two fellow Daoists, I was able to complete it, and I am very fortunate to be able to do it!

Lingru, you have a good look!"

After finishing speaking, Sun Qian's long sleeves waved, and the Heaven Stealing Diagram on the stone case slowly flew into the air. I didn't see any mystical changes, and this Sky Stealing Diagram gradually grew larger and expanded.

In the end, this Heaven Stealing Diagram completely coincided with this heaven and earth.

The law of expanding the sky, the culmination of the laws of Xuanmen. This method can replicate a small area of the world, and it is indistinguishable from the original world.

Sun Qianxu walked in front of Sun Xiang back then. The Sun elephant had fallen into a dying, Sun Qianxu picked up the pen, and the tip of his pen still had the last trace of golden residual ink.

He used the tip of his pen to point at Sun Xiang's eyebrows. Sun Xiang, who was already dying, stood up with empty eyes. But in the same place, there was actually a fallen Sun elephant left. If you look closely, this fallen Sun elephant seems to have undried ink on his body.

"As a teacher, I have now swapped you with the person in the painting. Sun Qianxu cast his gaze to the depths of the sky again, at this time, the distant sky was already rolling red clouds, "Heavenly Dao has already sensed, he will come soon."

The rule of the aura tide is that there must not be any traces of cultivation left between heaven and earth, otherwise the aura will not recover. But Lingxu, you are no longer from this world, you belong to the world in the painting, and you have jumped out of this rule. ”

Sun Xiang saw the rolling red clouds on the horizon and felt the pressure of heaven and earth getting closer and closer, and he hurriedly said, "Master, why don't you change yourself?"

"Me?" Sun Qianxu smiled slightly.

Maybe finally finished the final work and let go of the worries. He looked a lot more relaxed. He stared at the sky and said with a smile: "The ability of a teacher can only cut you out of the Tuotian diagram." And I deceived the Heavenly Dao, and the Heavenly Dao will not let me go. ”

At this time, the red clouds of calamity were already pressed overhead, and the endless anger of heaven and earth was brewing in them.

Sun Qianxu knew that his end was coming, and he continued to explain: "The world in this painting will not always coincide with the real world. The Heavenly Dao repels this foreign object and will throw it into the heavens outside the heavens. But this picture is painted by your heavenly soul. So you can feel it wherever it goes. ”

Speaking of this, Sun Qianxu raised his eyebrows and asked with a little curiosity: "Lingxu, how did you find this painting in the end?" Weishi was still worried that you would never find this place just now, and your cultivation is far from the level of shattering the void, right?"

Sun Xiang said respectfully: "It was mortal technology that helped me. ”

"Technology?" the old man wondered, "What is technology?"

Sun Xiang thought for a moment.

"Technology is another way. Mortals, through technology, can also fly to the sky, move mountains and reclaim seas, and even shatter the void. ”

Lao Dao twisted his beard, feeling a little unimaginable, but also a little relieved. He sighed: "Mortals, can we already do this level? It seems that our worries back then were a little unnecessary. ”

He smiled self-deprecatingly: "Spirit Ruins, all the inheritances of the seventy-two sects of the Xuanmen, I have integrated your heavenly soul into the painting." You now need to absorb the painting in its entirety and return your Heavenly Soul to its place. At that time, the whole system will be transferred to you.

The task of continuing the Xuanmen Dao system and fighting against the flood will be transferred to your shoulders. Did you know. ”

"I know. ”

The master and apprentice stood side by side, looking at the reckless earth tundra. The sky is yellow here, just like the beginning of ancient times.

"Xiang'er, you are very good, as a teacher... Very gratifying. ”

After saying this, in the red robbery clouds, a pure black robbery thunder slashed towards Sun Qianxu. He took one last look at his disciple, and the Xuan'er soldiers dissolved into bits of white light, dissipating between heaven and earth.

This side of the world shook violently, and before long, the world in the painting was torn off, slowly shrinking, and returning to its original appearance.

A pair of invisible hands grabbed the scroll and threw it to an incomparably distant place.

Eventually, everything was calm again. I don't know how long it took, Sun Xiang, who had gold ink on his eyebrows, slowly stood up. He was ignorant, his eyes were blank, and he relied on instinct to walk in the distance, in the direction of Huaguo.

A dream of a thousand years of great derivation is over, Sun Xiang stared at his back back and didn't say a word. My first memory was indeed in the icy Siberia, but I didn't expect that I was so close to the truth.

The skeleton at his feet should be the self in the painting. The man in this painting died for himself and deceived the way of heaven. Sun Xiang dug a pit and buried him alive. But on the stone tablet, I don't know how to write the name.

The Tomb of Sun Xiang?

He shook his head and erected a wordless monument.

After doing this, he walked over to the stone case. The Tuotian diagram is exhibited on it. He looked at the master in the painting and silently engraved the master's face in his heart forever.

Finally, Sun Xiang pressed his hand on the Tuotian diagram and ran the mental method. In the scroll, each ink stroke glowed with golden light, and began to flow slowly towards the palm of his hand.

At some point, he vanished. Instead, in the painting, there is an additional sun elephant, sitting cross-legged under a tree.