Changsheng: I can sell everything

Chapter 821: The past and the future, I am the only one! (Two in one)

Song Ciwan strolled in the vast sea of ​​stars for a while, and suddenly at a certain moment, she stopped.

Looking around, I feel a slight regret.

Yes, she is now certain that this Wenyuan Sea is indeed not a trap. This is the "wooden man", or it can be said that it was left to the world by the group of Chinese inheritors back then -

The last wealth left to the human race.

The ancient god insects devoured the Avenue, leaving behind various fragments that were collected by the Chinese ancestors of that time, and piled up in the Wenyuan Sea.

Along with it, the world was destroyed, and all races and souls had to bear the pain and resentment of the planets fleeing in the vast sea of ​​stars. All those painful thoughts piled together formed the evil-filled Soul-Fallen Abyss.

For countless years, any living being that rushed towards the Soul-Falling Abyss would be assimilated and die in pain.

However, Song Ciwan, holding the wooden man's skull, only arrived at the Wenyuan Sea in the end, but did not see the Soul-Falling Abyss.

After so many years of consumption, has the Soul-Fallen Abyss no longer existed?

no.

Song Ciwan has touched all the stars here, and now her mind is filled with "great knowledge" and answers to various questions, so she also knows that the Soul-Falling Abyss still exists.

If the Soul-Falling Abyss does not exist, where did the evil spirit that the wooden man used to punish the geniuses and their followers who "violated the rules" come from in the classroom?
The Soul-Falling Abyss is still there, but it seems to be gone.

With the disintegration of the wooden man, it seems that no one in the world can truly find the way to the Soul-Falling Abyss.

The wooden man's skull only led Song Ciwan to Wenyuan Sea, but not to the Soul-Falling Abyss. This seemed to be the last kindness of the wooden man as the inheritor of the fire to the descendants of China.

He is dead, but he seems to be alive forever.

In the last moments of his life, it seemed that there was nothing around him——

Those lively companions from the past are gone, those magnificent buildings from the past are gone, and even the missions from the past seem blurred...

He just stood there all alone in the classroom, facing those "tenth generation creatures" who came from the human world, as if he was going through a final frenzy before his demise. But just when you thought he was full of malice, selfish and hateful, he seemed... not so evil.

Anyway, he just disappeared.

So, what is the essence of life?

In this world, what is truly eternal?
Song Ciwan took advantage of the inspiration churning in his mind, and for a moment the gods in his sea of ​​consciousness seemed like a rising moon. In an instant, he traveled through thousands of years, exploring the past and the future, and sighing for time.

Harmony with the Tao, Harmony with the Tao, she thought, she finally understood why she had not been able to achieve harmony with the Tao.

She felt that the Way of the Sun and Stars was not enough.

She also felt that the way of judgment was not enough.

As for the way of time, she still felt it was not enough.

Not to mention the way of space, she still felt it was not enough.

As for the various fragments of the avenue that she had learned and comprehended this time, she didn't even consider any of them worthy of her attention.

Or maybe it shouldn’t be said that she looked down upon it, but rather…she still felt it was not enough.

Not enough, not enough, too much is missing!
Among so many paths, not one can make her truly eternal.

What she pursued was never to be the best for a moment, nor the ultimate in a certain path, but the true eternity, the eternal self, the eternity of the self!
boom--

The surging inspiration gathered at this moment. Song Ciwan, who had been pursuing the path for who knows how many years, suddenly understood at this moment what kind of path she wanted, the path she wanted to "harmonize" with, was!

The natural world, all things and all laws are not her end.

Being confused, crazy, and finally disappearing like a wooden man is not what she pursues.

Even such a powerful enemy, the Ancient God Zerg, is not her real target!
Compared with the vast universe and the endless years, what is a mere ancient god insect race?
At best, it is just a small stumbling block on her way forward. It can be taken seriously tactically, but must be ignored strategically.

Defeating them is not the end of Song Ciwan's journey.

Her steps... have no end!
At this moment, Song Ciwan suddenly understood.

A clear, refreshing air emanated from Song Ciwan's chest like a volcanic eruption, rushing straight to her head in an instant and setting off a huge wave in her sea of ​​consciousness.

Her spirit leaped out from her sea of ​​consciousness, as if it had grabbed something in the infinite void.

It seems that nothing has been caught——

In other words, what she really grasped did not come from the infinite void, but came from herself, her own self!

She captured her true self, her strong self, her powerful self, her determined self!

What she wants to cultivate is the way of all things in the universe, not just the way of a certain line, a certain family, or a certain path.

This Tao encompasses all things, yet it is headed by “I”; therefore, this Tao is both the Tao of all things and “my Tao”.

Everything is me, and I control everything!
The past and the future, I am the only one who matters!
In the world of nothingness, infinite and wonderful changes took place between Song Ciwan's sea of ​​consciousness and his physical body.

This is a miraculous change like the creation of the world. It is the first time in billions of years that the human race has truly achieved harmony with the Tao!

Yes, Song Ciwan just like that, merged with the Tao on the seemingly empty and ethereal Wenyuan Sea.

This time it came suddenly, but it was clearly a natural outcome.

Above Jiuzhou, floating high in the sky on the Haoxu Fairy Island, the nine-tailed fox suddenly felt palpitations. The Iron-smacking Demon Saint was originally chasing a koi in the spiritual river, intending to catch the koi, eat it alive, and increase his lifespan by ten thousand years...

But suddenly, the Iron-Smashing Demon Saint stumbled, and the huge black and white bear stepped on the ground with its left foot and right foot, and fell to the ground with a bang.

The koi in the Ling River immediately swung its tail, and its golden-red body leaped high out of the water. The koi splashed the water happily, turned around triumphantly, and instantly dived back into the water, disappearing in front of the Iron Demon Saint.

Suddenly, Master Yiqing sensed something. He cried out "ouch" while holding his donkey, a spiritual animal, and fell off the donkey.

The fallen Yiqing Zhenren grabbed it casually and took out a thousand-year-old purple blood ganoderma from the bushes beside him. The purple blood ganoderma exuded a hazy precious light. Yiqing Zhenren took it in his hand and just sniffed it from a distance. He immediately felt the fairy charm enter his heart, which was extremely magical!
This ten thousand year old purple blood ganoderma is indeed worthy of its reputation. Just smelling it is enough to prove it. But what if you eat it?
It is said that eating the ten thousand year old purple blood ganoderma can directly increase one's lifespan by at least three thousand years!
Immortal Yiqing immediately took Baozhi and laughed out loud, "Haha", he was so happy to the extreme.

The rest of the people and monsters also have their own opportunities, but some are big and some are small.

Some focused on getting some treasures beside them, while others focused on touching the golden light of inheritance and were currently being fascinated by the inheritance.

In the world of Kyushu, Song Zhao, who was standing in the air in the painting, suddenly raised his head.

A mysterious smile appeared at the corner of her mouth.

Suddenly, she swung the long whip in her hand that was binding the two king Zergs.

The long whip, along with the two king Zergs, swung like a meteor hammer towards the huge crack on the ceiling.

All the living beings in the world were stunned when they saw her action. Even Fairy Biyun, who was at the top of the cultivation level, reacted quickly and was horrified.

Fairy Biyun exclaimed: "Leader..."

Most of those who were unable to react were just stunned and confused.

As for emotions like horror, it’s not that everyone didn’t have them, but they simply didn’t have time to react.

In the sky, the two king Zergs were swung by the long whip and thrown directly into the crack.

And from behind the dark abyss-like crack, a clear sound finally came.

It seemed to be the painful "wu" sound that everyone was familiar with, as if the king Zerg was screaming, or as if some giant creature was making a muffled "eh" in shock.

Then came the loud and distant chewing sound.

Crunching and grunting.

Hum, hum, bang, bang—

The hard shell was crushed to pieces, the smelly juice splashed everywhere, the squirming flesh was pulled out, and when it was eaten, there was a sound like a series of exploding beads rolling in the mouth...

All the creatures in the world are dull.

Clearly, everyone couldn't see anything, but the sounds heard were so clear.

It was so clear that even though the world behind the crack was still pitch black, there were countless lives——

Whether it is a human or a monster, one can directly present a horrifying scene in the mind through simple imagination.

The demon clan, at the border of Fengwu Plain.

The Shangyang Demon Saint, who had already moved the entire Demon Saint Palace to this place, suddenly flapped its wings deep in the hall, and then its huge wings finally appeared in full view deep underground.

It turned out that it was not a pair of intact wings, but a pair of wings that were missing almost all the feathers under the armpits.

He is a dignified ancient demon saint, but his wings are bald. How can he look good when he goes out?
It is no wonder that the Shangyang Demon Saint always sleeps in the Demon Saint Palace——

Even after waking up later, it rarely left the Demon Saint Palace.

No matter what actions and methods the human race takes, the Shangyang Demon Saint always responds with humility and forbearance.

But at this moment, the Demon Saint Shangyang no longer cared about hiding the secret under his armpit. He flapped his wings and suddenly flew out from the depths of the Demon Saint Palace, and appeared outside the Demon Saint Palace in a flash.

At the highest point of the Demon Saint Palace, the Demon Saint Shangyang folded his wings and watched the celestial scene at this moment.

It said in fear: "Those things are coming! The monsters——"

All the demons obey orders——

Before he could utter the command, the chewing sounds coming from behind the crack in the sky suddenly stopped.

The chewing sound stopped, but a leg with slender proportions, a huge body, and an aura of chaos and terror suddenly emerged from the crack!

The giant feet are covered with needle-like hairs.

One limb is not enough, and then the second limb, the third limb, the fourth limb...

In an instant, eight legs stretched out!
At the same time, a terrifying round object that looked like a head and a tail appeared. The head of this object had no eyes or tentacles, but it had a chrysanthemum-shaped hole covered with countless jagged lines.

The small holes were originally tightly closed, but when the eighth leg stretched out on both sides, the small holes suddenly opened!
Roar--

The pores opened, and the whole world seemed to let out a silent roar.

On earth, countless mortals were knocked to the ground and fainted on the spot.

The reason why she did not die immediately was that at the moment when this horrible thing appeared, Song Zhao in the painting opened her palms, and immediately an invisible net flew out from her palms, covering the entire world.

Song Zhaoqing chanted: "I fell into the net of dust by mistake, and have been gone for thirty years."

"I don't know where Chong Zun came from, and what tribe he belongs to? But it doesn't matter, please enter the net!"

Yes, what came out of the crack at this moment was a Zerg.

In the Zerg system, Zerg of this level are often referred to as so-and-so gods.

However, Song Ciwan did not admit that these things were gods. She politely called them "insect gods", which was just a malicious name that seemed polite.

At this moment, Song Ciwan's real body was merging with the Dao on the Wenyuan Sea, and Song Zhao, who was summoned by Wen Jiao with a painting, was also attracted by the real body at the same time, and his strength increased silently.

No one knows what kind of earth-shaking changes she is going through at this moment.

The majestic giant insect suddenly folded its body toward the back of the crack, and its eight legs flew and transformed.

As if being flattened by a strong wind, the giant insect's pores were instantly twisted and deformed, the jagged edges of the holes shrank and screamed, and the surrounding space collapsed piece by piece.

The sky and the earth changed color, and violent storms instantly swept across the entire Kyushu world.

And below, one insect after another made a repetitive "Siwu Siwu" sound, but in the screams of this giant insect, their bodies swelled up and exploded!
Bang bang bang!
The bugs exploded one after another.

All these changes happened so fast that even the immortals, demons and saints were overwhelmed.

Almost no one could understand the battle between Song Zhao and the Zerg in the painting. No one knew what moves the two sides used. They only saw that when the insects below exploded, the giant insect that twisted and shrank in the sky suddenly opened its strangely jagged holes again.

Then, there was a low whistle.

"Xiwu——"

A huge dark red round meat plate spit out from the giant insect's mouth!
The round meat plate was uneven and had all kinds of mucus dripping from it. It was moving faster than a spark and rushed towards Song Zhao's Baizhang Dharma Body in just a moment.

At the same time, the giant insect spoke in human language, and said in the clumsy ancient Chinese language: "Since we are here, we will not leave!"

"eat……"

The bug said.

The bloody disc rushed over. Song Zhao in the painting sank his feet and instantly flew in the air, sinking dozens of feet.

This seemed to be an attempt to avoid the attack of the disc, but just as Song Zhao's body in the painting was moving downwards, somehow a shadow flashed in the sky, and immediately another dark red disc of flesh and blood appeared under Song Zhao's feet.

There are two round plates, one above and one below, with a Song Zhao in the middle. What is this?
If you look closely, isn't this just a horrific flesh and blood grinding wheel?

(End of this chapter)