The demon fairy starts from the six-winged centipede

Chapter 225: Be Careful When Asking for Time and Space
"What is that sound?"

On the branch of Jianmu tree, Zhang Xiaofan suddenly stopped.

He raised his head and looked towards the direction of the Emperor of Heaven's treasury, his eyes filled with horror.

Mysterious and distant sounds of Tao rang out from above the nine heavens, echoing among every green leaf and exotic flower, continuously.

Zhang Xiaofan heard it carefully, and it seemed to be the contents of a Buddhist scripture.

Although he had never read it, he was extremely familiar with the scenes described in the scriptures.

"Aquarius? Daoyi Zhenjun? Sitting on a Qilin?"

He understood the scriptures inside and turned his head blankly, looking at the Fire Kirin, his heart was shaken and he could hardly control himself.

Plop. Plop.
My heart was beating like a drum in my chest.

Zhang Xiaofan's face flushed, his mouth slightly opened, and he stammered, "Fire Lord, what is that?"

"Boy, that's the Hongyuan Sutra, the first classic of Pingshan Holy Land."

"You are blessed today, quickly follow me in reciting the sutra."

As the Fire Qilin spoke, it knelt down, facing the Heavenly Emperor's treasury, and began to recite scriptures following the sound of Tao.

Zhang Xiaofan opened his mouth, his face full of shock, and his knees bent unconsciously.

He looked in the direction of the Heavenly Emperor's treasury and seemed to see countless phantoms with their hands in the vase seal, chanting scriptures devoutly.

Before he knew it, he had also made the Aquarius Seal with his hands and joined the chanting group.

Inside the treasury, Wu Gong was suspended in mid-air, with a purple-green light behind his head illuminating the universe.

These phantoms and the sounds of chanting were originally unable to manifest, but they came into being ahead of schedule under the stimulation of the phantom of the Heavenly Book.

The layers of sincere prayers bestowed upon Wu Gong made him even more sacred and transcendent.

Surrounded by the three kinds of Taoist essences - the cushion, the Taoist priest and the book, Wu Gong's understanding of the Heavenly Book is advancing by leaps and bounds.

Even the skills of both the righteous and evil paths were being analyzed quickly.

"The Way of Tai Chi Xuanqing", "The Great Brahma Prajna", "The Jade Book of Incense Burning", "The Way of Ghosts and Gods", "The Immortal Saint Law", "The Source of All Poisons", and the true secrets of the four major sword styles.

One technique after another was thoroughly understood, and some were even learned on the spot.

A Tai Chi Yin-Yang diagram emerged, with the two yin and yang wheels rotating, filled with the Taoist sense of purity and nature.

Around the Tai Chi diagram, four different sword shadows condensed, representing the true secrets of the four major sword styles.

The Yin-Yang fish disappeared in an instant, and then a swastika symbol with dazzling golden light appeared, accompanied by the shadow of a Buddha whose face could not be seen clearly, chanting mantras, as if to save all sentient beings.

Then the Buddha's light disappeared, and a point of pure heavenly fire expanded and transformed into a fire dragon of eight desolates, roaring towards the sky, wanting to destroy the world.

The roar of the fire dragon had just ended when a bit of pure yin was generated. A sinister and ominous ghostly aura filled the air and transformed into countless ghostly skulls, which laughed wildly and were extremely terrifying.

Ghostly skulls flew around and merged together to form a demon god with a green face and fangs, shouting "eternal life".

Finally, a green light suddenly appeared on the dark ghost energy, and poisonous insects and beasts drilled out from the bodies of ghosts and gods, spewing out infinite poisonous gas. The stench was so strong that it made people want to vomit.

However, in just a short while, Wu Gong had mastered both the righteous and evil techniques and could even switch between them with ease.

Taoism, Buddhism, witchcraft, ghosts, demons, and poison.

Six kinds of spiritual lights gathered together, soared into the sky, and entered the words of the heavenly book.

boom!
The words in the heavenly book shone with golden light and condensed into a celestial god.

He wears an imperial crown and an imperial robe, as if He is one with the heaven and earth, high above, overlooking the world.

The god took a quick glance and knew exactly where he was.

His majestic and sacred expression suddenly disappeared, a trace of sadness emerged, and he sighed:
"The emperor died and the books were scattered, the way died in the dispute, it is really a pity."

He looked around, as if he could see the entire world through the treasure house.

After a few breaths, he stared at Wu Gong, and his originally condescending attitude gradually turned into astonishment, and even shock.

"Ancient world aura? Spiritual treasure golden decree? Kunlun Yanjing? Dao master's remains?"

He spoke each word with a trembling voice. After a moment of silence, he looked at Wu Gong with an indescribable expression and said:
"Those who seek the truth, I am not as good as you."

"I have lost the battle for my Dao. Only these last remnants remain, which will soon completely dissipate. They cannot be found in the myriad worlds, nor can they be recorded in the scriptures."

As He spoke, He stretched out His hand and waved gently.

In the center of the treasure house, the five-sided glowing stones that were originally suspended above the imperial medicine suddenly flew into his hands.

"This Heavenly Emperor Dark Stone was formed when I cut off a Heavenly Emperor's fate, and it is protected by the ten thousand years of Jianmu spiritual energy."

"Since you have countless believers, you should open another one."

"From now on, I will no longer exist in the past, present, or future. I will erase the imprint of this world, take away my authority, and give it to you as a helper."

The god, no, it should be the ancient emperor of heaven blew out a breath of clear air, and the five small stones shook, as if some kind of energy was being extracted, becoming more and more magical, the colorful light disappeared, and it became extremely pure.

Wu Gong was surprised to see that the shadow was actually the ancient Heavenly Emperor, and immediately wanted to ask other questions.

However, before he could open his mouth, he was interrupted by the Emperor of Heaven.

He threw the nearly transparent stone to Wu Gong and said with emotion: "I am a dead person, leaving only my last shadow. Don't ask too much."

"The heavens are vast, the universe is immense. Since you have the Kunlun Mirror, just go and see for yourself."

"It's a pity that I am just another self that evolved from someone else. I didn't know the wonders of the heavens until I died. It's a pity, a pity."

His expression was complicated, showing regret, unwillingness, and deep helplessness.

Suddenly, a breeze came from nowhere.

The wind blowing across Wu Gong's face was nothing special, but to the shadow of the Emperor of Heaven, it seemed to have the power to destroy everything.

A wisp of flying ash emerged from the phantom, and in an instant most of the body disappeared.

He looked at his disappearing figure, took a last lingering look at the world, and uttered a vague voice.

"To those who seek the truth later, I would like to give you a piece of advice: when you seek time and space, you should be extremely cautious."

After he finished speaking, the last wisp of ash from the shadow was blown away by the breeze.

Inside the entire Heavenly Emperor’s treasury, the densely packed text of the Heavenly Book reappeared.

Under the dazzling golden light, it seemed as if everything just now was just an illusion.

Wu Gong's eyes widened as he looked at the place where the shadow of the Emperor of Heaven disappeared. He was about to think carefully about what the shadow had just said, but suddenly he found that he could no longer remember the shadow's appearance.

"What's going on? Where's the shadow of the Ancient Emperor of Heaven? Why can't I remember it?"

Deep in Wu Gong's memory, the phantom memory of the person wearing the emperor's crown and robe is disappearing quickly.

In just a moment, Wu Gong could no longer remember the phantom's attire, and even the shadow was fading.

I can only remember that someone seemed to have said something to me.

Yet even those words were becoming blurred.

"What kind of power is this?"

Wu Gong was shocked and immediately burned the conversation on the ground of the treasure house.

After the lines of text are engraved, the memory has completely disappeared without leaving any residue.

Wu Gong suddenly came back to his senses, staring at the carved words, and felt a little frightened.

"Emperor Shadow? Dao Zheng? Him and me?"

"Cut off the fate of the Emperor of Heaven and turn it into stone?"

"Ancient world aura? Spiritual treasure golden decree? Kunlun Yanjing? Dao master's remains?"

"When asking for time and space, one should be extremely cautious?"

Wu Gong was silent, and his voice was trembling as he said, "Is this really something I can know? Why does it feel even scarier than what the Snake God revealed?"

(End of this chapter)