This devil can't get through

Chapter 497 Chaos Enlightenment
Xia Qingyang began to kill wantonly, and the wind sickle became the scythe of death at this moment, bringing out one after another chaotic life from the chaos.

And Yue Jinglun also rushed into the chaos, constantly beheading the life of chaos and throwing it into this broken world.

The initial accumulation was strenuous, and Xia Qingyang needed to do it himself.

It was very draining on him.

But with the Hengtian Xuanhuang Ruler, he can draw the violent aura in the chaos to continuously benefit himself, and he is not afraid of loss.

He has a perfect way of life, although it is not enough to control, but using the way of blood as a carrier is enough to slowly give birth to some life in this world.

Although these lives don't look very good-looking.

However, he is not a Nuwa Empress, and he also pays attention to beauty when creating life, and it is almost enough.

The reason he created these lives is to let the world emit enough vitality, and then attract more chaotic life generals.

This originally dilapidated world began to be stained with a layer of "rust"-like substances. They devoured various free substances for food, and carried out birth, old age, sickness and death with super fast metabolism.

During this process, a strong spirit of the gods radiated out, and then more and more chaotic species descended, causing Xia Qingyang to kill and continue to 'compost'.

The red rusty creeper continued to expand, and then released some gas continuously in the process of metabolism, creating the shallow atmosphere of this world.

In Xia Qingyang's eyes, the evolution of all things becomes very fast... because he created all of these, and he watched these countless bacteria-like little life being born, growing, multiplying and dying in a short moment. To the lifetime of a 'person'.

For these bacteria, perhaps the moment in his eyes is a lifetime!

A kind of myth suddenly appeared in his heart: For these tiny creatures, can they be aware of the brevity of their lives?

So for them, what kind of existence will they be?

It's a pity that he couldn't listen to the voices of these creatures. He could only observe silently, and then unnaturally let his thoughts return to the wild land.

In the prehistoric land, the sages existed from ancient times. They had already existed when the prehistoric world was born, and they witnessed the birth, old age, sickness and death of countless beings, and also witnessed the constant change of rulers on the ground.

Maybe Daozu's mood overlooking the wilderness in Zixiao Palace is similar to him now?
Plainly watching the birth, old age, sickness and death of all spirits in the world, it doesn't matter which one of them is born or dies, only the prosperity and diversity of their entire group.

So what is the life of a mortal to Daozu?

Xia Qingyang looked at a bacterium that was born and died quickly... Is it like this?
His previous life was a mortal, he recalled the life in the concept of a mortal, and then brought it into the germs that were born, aged, sick and died in an instant...

He has some feelings.

Time may be just a special measurement concept belonging to living individuals, and it is different for any different individuals.

The life of a mayfly is only one summer, maybe to them, every day and night is as long as a year, and one summer is the vastness of a lifetime to them!
The world describes: summer insects are indescribable.

Ironically, according to the research of scientists in previous lives, human beings are just species in the short ice age of the earth. They have never, and probably will not, be able to look like the earth's warm period...

In a daze, Xia Qingyang actually diverted his thoughts to the Avenue of Time.

The main reason is that I saw Xi He's old projection a while ago, and I also had some guesses about the mysteries of time, and now I can't help but think in that direction.

The speculation of this philosophy is: time does not exist, but only exists in the thinking of life.

Xia Qingyang felt that there was something wrong with this idea. If the concept of time in his mind was really pulled out, wouldn't a person be no different from a stone sculpture?
He calmly watched the world slowly return to life amidst the continuous reproduction of those bacteria.

He catalyzed the process, making the bacteria hyperactive.

In the rapid iteration, they are also rapidly completing some life-level transitions.

The internal structure of these bacteria became more and more complex until, historically, they became some kind of single-celled life!

Then, the world began to advance in a certain direction at high speed.

A single cell becomes multicellular, and multicellular becomes a simple living entity...

This process did not last long under Xia Qingyang's catalysis. He saw countless deaths and rebirths in this world, and the way of death was constantly catalyzed and improved in this process.

Because he himself has already 'forcibly' fulfilled the way of life, at this moment the improvement of the way of death seems to be a matter of course.

During the cycle of life and death, his understanding of "good fortune" became more and more profound.

This is... good luck!
Of course, the way of good fortune is difficult, and he may never be able to do what Nuwa Empress did.

But for him, being able to understand various Dao realms is a very happy thing in itself.

This world is actually very small, not even a star in the prehistoric world can reach it.

It also has no way of heaven. One day Xia Qingyang gets tired of playing and decides to leave, then the only thing waiting for this world is undoubtedly a catastrophe.

As time went by, he saw the constantly evolving life in this world, and suddenly felt panic.

What will happen when these beings finally evolve wisdom and recognize the existence of his 'creator'?

And he, can he leave these creations so freely?
He began to question himself.

The answer is probably no.

Because he realized that he had done one of the greatest evils.

That is to try to create and give life recklessly!
He felt his evil and deeply regretted it.

This feeling of evil was so clear that it even overwhelmed the resentment towards Zhuangti at that time.

He realized one thing very clearly: "To act freely is evil!"

The evil thoughts gradually purified, and he began to recall when he was young...

At that time, he could really be said to be unrestrained by relying on the Hengtian Xuanhuang Ruler. He would directly kill the villains when he encountered them, and regarded them as his 'experience points'.

He already knew that this is not good, but now he understands that this is actually evil!

Analyzing his heart, he still regrets deeply, which is completely opposite to the "no regrets" when he analyzed his own goodness... What he regrets is evil, and no regrets is good!
The next moment, a pitch-black thinking sphere was separated from his forehead, and then naturally supported by the Hengtian Xuanhuang Ruler...and then merged.

The next moment, an extremely gorgeous figure in a golden silk Taoist robe appeared in front of Xia Qingyang, clasped his fists and said to him: "I have seen fellow Taoists, poor Daoist Xuanhuang Taoist."

Good without restraint is evil with restraint.

(End of this chapter)