I have become an emperor, you said that covering the sky is an infinite box

Chapter 124 One Book One World

In the majestic and majestic hall, there is a majestic and fantastic magnificence everywhere, and every hall is majestic and majestic, just like a magnificent and boundless world.

In the deepest hall of the main hall, there are countless carved murals, engraved with vicissitudes of life, telling the endless ancient years, countless human races slashed and burned, and the road was blue.There is also a stalwart human saint emperor who rose up in the last days, leading the human race to fight in all directions in the prehistoric world, and inheriting the human race's torch.

Among them, there is a majestic figure with a crown on his head, wearing a dragon robe, and a majestic expression.

The heavens and myriad ways emerged behind him, condensing into a canopy, as if they were guarding a supreme heaven and earth.

The crown is deep and deep, covering his face.

Only a pair of unfathomable eyes like the vast sea of ​​stars were exposed, flowing with the supreme rhyme.

Surrounding him are nine majestic and simple cauldrons, each of which can suppress the heaven and earth, calm the energy of fire, water, and wind, and suppress the void. .

Above the sky, thousands of bright pearls like bright stars hang high, like a brilliant sun, shining on every corner of this world.

In the center of the hall, on a majestic throne piled up with the remains of thousands of stars, sits a middle-aged man wearing a red and black gold silk dragon-pattern brocade robe with a thousand crowns on his head.

He has a majestic body, full of heaven, towering like a jade mountain about to collapse, majestic, majestic without anger, like an emperor sitting high on the nine heavens, behind him is a bright starry sky, billions of universes are disillusioned, and life is endless .

Around him, there are one after another ethereal and imposing figures, exuding various laws of the great way, evolving countless visions, surrounding him like stars and moons.

"What do you elders think about this matter?"

The middle-aged man on the throne, Si Liao, Patriarch of the Si family in Fuzhou, spoke solemnly, and his sonorous voice resounded through the hall like Huang Zhong Dalu.

"In less than two hundred years of practicing Taoism, three flowers gather at the top, five qi rise to the origin, and step into the realm of refining gods and returning to the void. If this is true, it can be called a generation of legend in Fuzhou and even dozens of surrounding fairy states."

Sitting cross-legged on a yellow cloth futon, an elder with white beard and hair stroked his beard and smiled, feeling a lot of emotion.

"A mud-legged boy who was lucky enough to fly up from the lower realms, got favored by a master of refining gods and became a poor family. He also got an adventure in Chenzhou's travels, and occasionally got an ancient inheritance, and achieved refining gods and returning to the void."

"The last monk with such a legendary experience, I still remember it was millions of years ago."

An ancient chariot standing in the void made a majestic sound, like an ancient giant beast, exuding a powerful and domineering meaning.

"This child has unparalleled luck and a profound celestial relationship. If he hadn't fallen on the road to enlightenment, he would surely soar into the sky in the future. The journey of immortality is limitless."

Another woman in Taoist robes and cassocks spoke slowly with kind eyebrows and kind eyes. She was bathed in the holy and pure golden light and sat cross-legged on a white and flawless lotus platform. All the beauty, kindness and compassion in the world.

"Ke Si Li, that idiot, for the sake of a low-class Houtian Lingbao, forced this son to bow his head not long ago. It is really shameless and ruins the reputation of my family of sages."

Towering into the clouds, like a sky-shattering silver-white sharp blade on the top of the snow-capped ice peak, a cold voice suddenly sounded, like ten thousand years of ice in the abyss, enough to make countless monks who have perfected their spirits feel a biting chill.

For a while, the elders of the Si family who were present expressed their opinions.

Si Liao narrowed her eyes slightly, spoke leisurely, and immediately made a decision.

"Send someone to visit with gifts to show the sincerity of my Si family. If you can win over this person, that would be great, at least you can't make enemies with him."

"In addition, Si Liyi bullied the weak, bullied others, ruined the reputation of the Si family, deprived of all positions, and was punished to guard the ancestral tomb for ten thousand years!"

……

In the Book Collection Pavilion, Wang Chen was sitting cross-legged in front of the table, with ancient books exuding vicissitudes step by step in front of him.

His face is infatuated, but his mind has already plunged into countless classics, swimming in the ocean of philosophy and wisdom, enjoying the rise and fall of countless civilizations, the great truths expounded by the predecessors, and the stories of countless legendary figures. The path to enlightenment...

He was intoxicated by Taoism and the law and couldn't extricate himself.

The Enlightenment tea that I was reluctant to drink in the past, but today I brewed cup after cup of tea, which is delicious! ! !
In such a carefree time, Wang Chen's primordial spirit even saw strange and magical worlds in these classics.

These worlds are all evolved from the axioms in the classics, and they are almost all-inclusive, including hundreds of millions of races.

Science and technology civilization, cultivation civilization, martial arts civilization, animal civilization, witchcraft civilization... Thousands of ways contend, and hundreds of millions of living beings are fighting for salvation.

Different civilizations are colliding with each other, bursting out the bright fire of civilization beyond the limit.

There are even worlds where the consciousness of hundreds of millions of sentient beings gathers and evolves into an existence similar to the tomb of the gods.

There are a hundred people of all kinds.

These "heavenly ways" are also full of strange things, with different temperaments and different painting styles.

Some are like the gods who were killed and refined by him last time. They are suspicious all day long, thinking that there are always bad people who want to harm me, so for their own rule, they prevent the strong from surpassing themselves and continue to destroy the world. Sentient beings are harvested as leeks.

Some are so high above that they don't bother to take care of the world of their own creatures.As long as you don't do the act of destroying the world, wantonly slaughtering hundreds of millions of living beings to achieve your own body, and hurt the origin of the world, you can do whatever you like.

Others are to guide the development of all living beings, guide the evolution of the world, and strengthen themselves. At the same time, they also formulate various rules to restrain all living beings and prevent them from walking on evil paths that harm the world.

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When Wang Chen's divine sense came to these worlds, he had to deal with various "Days of Heaven".

The attitudes of these Heavenly Daos towards an alien nature are also different.

Some treat each other coldly and don't bother to pay attention to you, as long as you don't mess around with things, they will turn a blind eye to you;

Others regard you as an extraterrestrial demon and summon all the creatures in this world to kill them together;
Some welcome outsiders and don't hesitate to communicate with them...

"Why benevolence?"

"Left'亻', right'two'!"

"Isn't this dividing people into two?"

"The Master said: I want benevolence, and benevolence is perfect!"

"Why?"

"I want to divide people into two, and I want to practice the technique of dividing people into two to the extreme?"

In the academy where Confucianism and Taoism are revealed everywhere, a young Taoist narrates a long speech on "Using martial arts", slowly picks up a wolf hair, and writes a big "benevolence" on a piece of white paper.

All the Confucian scholars present were in an uproar.

The old Confucian scholar in the lead was trembling with anger, smoke was coming out of his seven orifices, and his beard was about to blow.

"Heretics, heresy, heresy"

Unmoved, Wang Chen took out another classic and spoke eloquently.

"This is "Yuanyu". It's a certain great supernatural being who interprets Confucian classics with martial arts. Let's let you increase your knowledge today."

(End of this chapter)