The starry sky is immortal

Chapter 397 Fate is beating

Chaos world, Alliance of Ancestral Gods.

In the gray haze, the light is shining brightly, the golden sun and the silver light seem to hang high like a bright moon, a huge noble, simple and ancient palace stands majestically, across the chaotic void, making the chaotic and empty world thick and vast.

Above the main hall, amidst the hazy clouds and mist, several figures floated up and down, flashing the aura of the supreme and vast, like the sky is so big and boundless, shocking all directions.

"I... feel that fate is beating!" A musical note suddenly echoed in the palace that had been silent for a long time.

Whoa!
All of a sudden, like a stone falling into the calm water, it instantly broke the tranquility and caused ripples.

"My fate is also faintly beating..." Another ethereal voice sounded, echoing in the palace, endlessly.

"This deity also has a premonition." Afterwards, a fiery and domineering voice also sounded.

"Fate beating, what does it indicate?"

"Ancestor worship, first ancestor, emperor, what do you think?" A voice with a long history of vicissitudes asked.

The ancestor worshiped and glanced at the chaotic ancestor gods, then looked into the chaotic world, the world that was shining like a pearl at that moment, and said inexplicably: "I'm afraid, this cause and effect still comes from the Pangu prehistoric world."

"The fate I'm waiting for is all there!" Speaking of this, the ancestor worship's expression also became a little erratic.

The rest of the ancestor gods fell silent immediately after hearing the words.

Fate!

A simple word, but it is heavier than the sky, it cannot be measured since ancient times, and it is also the basis for them to gather here.

"The era is long, everything is due to fate!" Pan Zu is long and ancient, and the voice of vicissitudes contains infinite sighs and colors.

He was originally the most ordinary and ordinary chaotic rock in the chaos. Due to chance, a trace of spirituality was born by accident. From then on, he began to arduously and slowly seek the road of Taoism. The period when he was born has long been lost. Yes, the vicissitudes he has gone through also cannot be described, forgotten in memory, restarted in forgetting, going back and forth, going back and forth, passing through one era after another.

He has witnessed scenes of glorious prosperity, the extremely bright and magnificent world, witnessed one after another the wonderful Chaos Tianjiao, and watched them standing upright, swaying the world's shocking pride and ambition, crisscrossing the chaotic world, proudly roaring to the boundless avenue , Some ascended to the sky and stepped into the supreme; some fell down, like a meteor shining brightly for an era, and finally ended abruptly, immersed in the tomb of history, and gradually disappeared.

And he is always a bystander.

When you close your eyes, an era comes to an end; when you open your eyes, a new era begins.

Era after epoch, it shows a trace of different colors. At the same time, although his cultivation base grows extremely slowly, it has become more and more powerful after a long period of continuous accumulation, precipitation, and fusion. Profound, becoming more and more terrifying...

Finally, in this era, he reached the pinnacle of the Ancestral God, grasping a trace of fate.

At that moment, he suddenly woke up. Unexpectedly, before he knew it, he also stepped on the peak of the peak and came to the Supreme Gate.

The vicissitudes of time, the past is like a dream, and it is like electricity. He clearly remembered the scene after scene since his birth, with every detail visible, without a trace of forgetting. The time flow of countless eras emerged in his spiritual world. , Panzu was fascinated, tearful.

On that day, Pan Zu was born again!

He is no longer an ancient bystander, he can also truly step on the stage of the era, shining in all directions, shining on the chaos.

The traces of fate are looming in front of him, like an ancient flickering light, which has become Panzu's eternal pursuit.

At this point, Panzu is here!
"Fate..." The ancestor, who was as pure as the wind, couldn't help but groaned, looking at Pan Gu's prehistoric past, his jade-like pupils reflected a trace of pure color.

"Fate is beating, and there must be changes in Pan Gu's world. What's the best way?"

"Wait!"

………………

Prehistoric world, barren cliffs.

Under the barren cliff, [-] miles away, there is a gray hazy space filled with countless chaotic air currents. It is a miniature chaotic space transformed from a chaotic hole in Pangu.

And in the middle of the chaotic space, a figure in a white robe sits cross-legged, surrounded by countless chaotic air currents, the figure is faintly visible, as if he is in the process of cultivation.

Suddenly, the chaotic aura rushing towards the white-robed figure calmly like a whirlpool shook, and then, countless chaotic airs exploded, clearly revealing the white-robed figure in the middle.

Swish!
A golden light flashed, and the white-robed figure suddenly opened its eyes, revealing one golden pupil, while the other was black and white, without brilliance, and seemed ordinary and impermanent.

The pupils are different, which is really magical.

"What's wrong?" A gentle and plain voice sounded.

After resting for a while, another voice echoed like smoke from the vicissitudes of life.

"A little restless."

"Uneasy? Why didn't I feel it?" The gentle voice was a little puzzled.

The tone of the vicissitudes of life chuckled: "Although you and I are both Huang, but after all, we only share the same body. The soul and will are still different. I can feel it, but it doesn't mean that you are too. You have to work hard... Hehe .”

Huang Lao was speechless for a while: "..."

He is already in the Dao of Heaven, so how can he say anything about the "encouragement" that Huang Zu suddenly sprinkled.

"Get to the point!" In the end, Huang Lao could only say so.

Huang Zu's expression seemed to be a little brisk, and he was not affected by the so-called restlessness, and said in a relaxed tone: "I have a vague feeling that someone is calculating our information, and the sky is warning."

"So we've been exposed?" Huang Lao's voice changed a bit.

Huang Zu smiled lightly, and his tone of vicissitudes became more misty and hazy: "Exposure is inevitable. After all, when you and I opened up reincarnation, we once showed our hands in front of the heaven and earth. This is already the biggest flaw."

"Aren't you in a hurry?" Huang Lao was rather surprised.

"Why the rush? As long as you are in this world, you can say that you can't look up and see, sooner or later there will be a day when you face it, it can't be avoided." Huang Zu smiled leisurely, indifferently, as if everything was under control.

Huang Lao was silent for a few breaths, and then suddenly said: "You are becoming more and more like me before..."

Huang Zu paused in his smile, fell into silence, and then laughed loudly: "Haha... each other, you are becoming more and more like me before."

Huang Lao didn't smile, but was silent for a while, and suddenly asked: "Is this a subtle fusion? Moreover, you are the main one!"

Huang Zu's smile froze, and after a long silence, he said slowly: "Don't think too much, and don't worry! You and I are one, after fusion, how can we be divided?"

Huang Lao was speechless for a while.

The old man was silent, and the ancestors of the wilderness gradually fell into silence.

In the end, the chaotic spiritual energy continued to gather and flowed towards the white-robed figure in the center. At some point, the white-robed figure closed its magical golden black and white eyes again. During the surge of spiritual energy, the white-robed figure gradually appeared.

Everything was back to normal, and there seemed to be no difference, but there seemed to be a slight change in a certain aspect.

(End of this chapter)