Create a world of low martial arts from ancient times

Luo Zu, the tributary that was still flowing, had no intention of breaking into it, but after noticing Luo Zu's observation, it directly absorbed Luo Zu's thoughts into it. After Luo Zu resisted several times, he finally separated a strand of his thoughts and was not entangled by it.

As for why he wanted to take Luo Zu away, Luo Zu could roughly guess that he probably wanted to understand the "outside world".

Space and time are indeed wonderful, and in the abstract they are composed of countless materials.

Some beings who study time and space think that time and space only exist when they become conscious and begin to observe time and space. When they fall into dead silence, have no thoughts, and do not take any means of observation, then time and space no longer exist.

However, the two ancient witches, Zhu Jiuyin and Di Jiang, who were the incarnations of time and space, never made any comments on this.

Otherwise, this would definitely be a classic "paper" that is worth learning from when studying the long river of time.

Luo Zu actually agrees that time is an observable entity formed by the movement of matter.

But in this case, time and space seem to be contrary to one's will. After all, without observation, things like "history" will be formed.

Therefore, Luo Zu thinks that the so-called external force of observation should be further eliminated. There is no need for observation. As long as matter is still moving, time exists.

As for whether time is still called time, it is just a name and does not matter much.

When you are weak, this name is very important, but when you are strong, it doesn’t matter what you name it. Time is like this, so no matter what you call it, it will not change its essence.

Of course, the time now should be called - Zhu Jiuyin.

And the other time that is still flowing is called——

"Candle Dragon!"

But isn't Zhulong the same as Zhu Jiuyin? In many ancient legends, Zhulong is another name for Zhu Jiuyin, or Zhu Jiuyin is another name for Zhulong.

"Myths and legends always seem to be more or less true when they are passed on orally. Fellow Daoist Luo Zu, you are obsessed with appearances."

The one who took over Luo Zu's words was an illusory and unclear figure that emerged from the long river of past time.

"Zhu Long? Or Zhu Jiuyin?" Luo Zu tried to see through the fog and get to the essence.

Unfortunately, time and space separate us, and the fog is thick. Even if He now sets out on the path of tracing back time, He cannot see through the fog.

"It rises from Zhangwei Mountain and falls to the south of Zhongshan Mountain. It holds a candle in its mouth and makes the dark and bright. There is a god in the world, and that god is the Candle Dragon."

So He is Zhulong.

"Fellow Daoist Luo Zu, Zhulong has long passed away. He was the transformation of Pangu's eighty-one transformations. Later, he followed the will of heaven and became the Taoist Zhu Jiuyin. So Zhulong and Zhu Jiuyin are one family. You don't need to think too much about it." The figure then delivered another string of words.

This is even more interesting. So He is neither Zhulong nor Zhu Jiuyin, then who is He?

"I wonder which Hunyuan you are?" Luo Zu's words contained multiple hints of probing.

"You know me well." But He still kept playing guessing games.

"Rahu?" Luo Zu's heart skipped a beat and a name came to his mind.

"That's right." The other side agreed.

"Hongjun is really vicious. If I hadn't seized Zhulong's body in my early years, he would have disappeared without a trace now." Luohou said faintly behind the heavy fog.

It's just that He said so much, although it made Luo Zu imagine a lot, it was hard for him to believe that He was the legendary Luohou. Although this past tributary was originally found by him under the guidance of the Slaughter Avenue, who knows if there is a big man secretly manipulating this matter.

Luo Zu, who is used to being cautious, would never trust a "stranger" like this.

"In that case, the battle between Taoism and Demons in the past is also true?" Luo Zu wanted to test it out again.

"Where do Tao and Demon come from? I am Tao? He is Demon?" Luohu sneered.

"You are the devil, and He is the Tao." Luo Zu corrected.

"What is the devil? What is Tao? Aren't Tao and the devil one and the same?" Luohou argued.

"The heaven and the earth give rise to the changes of yin and yang, Qiankun, male and female, black and white. The Tao is born from chaos and nothingness, so where does the devil come from? Yin and yang are one, so how can the Tao and the devil not be one?" Luohou wanted to continue the dialectic.

"I am a boy with no talent, and I really don't know the mystery. I only know that there was a battle between Taoism and demons in the past, and then the Taoist won, and the Demon Ancestor no longer existed. I wonder if the Demon Ancestor can remember the difference between the competition between you and the Taoist Ancestor in the past and the current battle between wizards and liches?" Seeing that one test failed, Luo Zu restarted another round of tests.

"Fellow Daoist Luozu, don't I call you fellow Daoist now? Have I called you fellow demon?" Luohou asked back.

"That hasn't happened before." Luo Zu could only respond in agreement.

Luo Hou then continued, "Daoyou Luo Zu's thoughts are very active in my Candle Dragon River. I wonder if you are interested in coming as a guest?"

Luo Zu didn't dare to accept this invitation. Who knew what Luohou would do to him once he got to this long gray river of time.

"The Demon Ancestor is so willful. May I ask if you know where the Ancestor is now? Will he find you?" Luo Zu asked again.

Luo Hou replied: "How do you know if I have also been made into a puppet by Hongjun?"

As soon as these words came out, Luo Zu's heart sank. The power of these big shots was unreasonable. Who knew whether what Luo Hou said was true.

It is possible that the Taoist Patriarch wants to open another long river of time to do another comparative experiment.

"How do you know, Brother Daoist Luozu, in which dimension the long river of time is?" Luohou suddenly said again.

"Isn't it in the chaos?" Luo Zu answered casually.

This is not entirely nonsense. The prehistoric world is in chaos, so isn't the long river of time in the prehistoric multiverse also in chaos? It's just that Luohou asked which dimension it was.

"My fellow Daoist, you know what I mean. There is no need to pretend to be confused. The establishment of the dimension is not natural. It is the product of countless great ways weaving together and weighing each other." Luohou revealed this information to Luo Zu at this moment.

"Please give me more advice, Demon Ancestor." Luo Zu followed the situation and discussed the matter at hand.

“It’s just that the dimensions are divided into nine levels, but time is not in any of them. Otherwise, it would run through all the dimensions, and those higher dimensions would collapse because they carry so many fellow Taoists.”

"So time has a separate dimension, which is neither in the nine dimensions, but also in the nine dimensions." Luo Hou's words made people even more confused.

But Luo Zu was not an ordinary person, so he would not be confused. He was Taiyi and had practiced for a long time. He understood time and space dimensions, as well as the nine dimensions. So he also understood what Luohou meant. Left and right were just waves, passing over the water surface but leaving no trace.

"Time and space are the most mysterious. There shouldn't be any great way, but it's like the infinite way..." Having said this, Luohu deliberately paused.

Luo Zu understood that this was also a hint to him, because he was the Wuji Dao Master. (End of this chapter)