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Chapter 775 Congenital Sacredness, Da Luo Respects God, Which Is The Cause And Which Effect?

In the heavenly realm, Yang Mei stood calmly in the void, surrounded by three Daluos in three directions.

Now that the matter is approaching, Yang Mei's heart is peaceful.

"it's time……"

Yang Mei let go of herself completely, the surging Hunyuan aura and the flawless dao rhyme brilliance immediately spread out in all directions in a spherical shape.

He didn't pay attention to these, his thoughts went straight to the nine heavens, and he touched the unknown Da Luotian in the dark.

As if sensing Yang Mei, Da Luotian's call quickly approached him.

Without a sound, Yang Mei disappeared into the heaven!
The next moment, Ye Ang directly opened the Daluotian Passage, followed by Houtu and Nuwa.

Daluotian has no fixed form, it is a metaphysical place, it can be said to be boundless and vast, or it can be considered to be no more than size.

Ye Ang used Tai Yi Da Luo Weineng to lock on to where Yang Mei was, and followed directly.

This is the long river of illusory time series. In the distance, Yang Mei stands on it, and under his feet are countless illusory universes that come and go.

From the beginning of everything to the complete end, countless evolutionary possibilities are deduced in it.

But at this time, at Yang Mei's feet, in every universe, in every illusory tributary of historical trends, there is a figure derived from his true Tao.

These are Yang Mei's Dao Body, the deduction of his Hunyuan Realm, which spread to the illusory universe, and the achievements of his own practice.

The more Dao bodies, the more able to go through their retrospective, go through catastrophes, lock the innate self, and achieve a complete and infinite innate self. After mastering the innate self, polish the innate immortal aura, and you will achieve Daluo.

But in the same way, the more dao bodies, in turn, it will make it more difficult for the practitioner himself to walk in the calamity of Daluo.

Just like Ye Ang at the beginning, the Dao body was endless, and he interpreted all kinds of strange things. Now Ye Ang still has lingering fears when he thinks about it. Thanks to his great perseverance and great wisdom, he extracted information from so many Dao bodies, and finally locked on the ancestor. Innocent where I am.

Yang Mei placed the Qiankun cauldron on the long river of time sequence, locked her divine body, and then began to merge with the Tao body without hesitation!

Here, the concept of time is distorted, but the development of things continues.

The three big Luos all watched Yang Mei crossing the catastrophe solemnly, merging, devouring, and polishing each of the Dao bodies, and analyzing the most authentic point.

In this process, he has to face other directions and other possible "Is". This "self" may run counter to his current self, but he has to admit that it is the other side of himself.

This is undoubtedly a dangerous and terrifying process.

After a long time, he was able to survive this first major black catastrophe.

But neither Ye Ang Nuwa Houtu nor Yang Mei herself showed the slightest expression of relaxation.

The three big Luos who have experience in the transitional catastrophe all know that this big black catastrophe is not so simple. In a sense, it is just the prelude to the last catastrophe.

When the second catastrophe came, Yang Mei's true spirit fell directly into the beginning of the universe, evolved from nothing to something, and experienced the devastation of the superficial power of the innate Wutai. In this chaotic information environment, his self-information corridor was quickly washed away , some not-so-core information can only be forced to give up and still be destroyed.

This is a catastrophe of fire.

The third catastrophe, the catastrophe of self-inner demons comes next.

Don't get me wrong, Ye Ang didn't intervene in this catastrophe, it's just that Yang Mei's own true spirit fell into an illusory place made up of infinite information, where there are endless information of degenerate precipitation.

They are the poison for all wisdom to transcend, and the limit of all intelligent beings' imaginations about degeneration.

Numerous depraved messages surrounded Yang Mei, among which there were too many beauties, too many temptations, and too many messages that would make even the most holy ones fall for it.

If there is only a slight wavering in the heart, the infinite degenerate information and precipitated information will break through the corridor of the soul, erode the true spirit of the self, and modify the true self of an intelligent creature.

This is an extremely dangerous level.

Ye Ang didn't worry too much, because he felt that he could make the transition, and it didn't make sense that Yang Mei would have problems in this place.

The illusory silver light representing Yang Mei's true spirit trembled slightly, which made the hearts of the three great Luos suddenly tense.

Ye Ang's supernatural powers are working, he is not planning to help Yang Mei overcome the catastrophe, but to see if he can save his life so that Yang Mei will not die.

At this moment, Ye Ang could no longer think about other information.

But just when he had just crossed half the distance, he was abruptly stopped by himself.

A pure to the extreme silver thread-like light flickered in less than two basic time scales.

Everything suddenly returned to normal.

When Ye Ang stopped, Yang Mei had already entered the second stage of self-inner demon tribulation.

His own basic information is being distorted, and he needs to use the self-anchor to constantly correct it. During the whole process, there must be no mistakes.

But Ye Ang no longer had the heart to pay attention to Yang Mei, he turned around slowly, stepped back to Nuwa Houtu's side, and asked with doubts: "Did you guess it?"

"Never!" Nuwa shook her head.

"I just don't think it will be too difficult." Houtu said in a low voice.

"What is that pure silver light?" Nüwa asked softly: "When I crossed the catastrophe, I just felt that I had a trump card, a confidence that I could overcome, but I couldn't guess where my confidence came from. where."

Although she had a question, she already had an answer, but she couldn't believe it.

Ye Ang narrowed his eyes, and said meaningfully: "It's a trace of innate immortality, with the aura of fellow Taoist Yang Mei."

Hou Tu shook his head, "Fellow Daoist Yang Mei has not yet become the God of Da Luo, so where does the innate immortal aura come from, even if it is such a weak ray, it is absolutely impossible."

Ye Ang shrugged, "How do I know, but that ray of indelible aura is a bit weird, and it's a bit different from the normal indelible aura. If it wasn't for my supernatural powers, I'm afraid I'd be deceived."

Speaking of this, Ye Ang muttered to himself: "The innate is holy, hehe, the innate is holy, it really is the innate!"

Nu Wa is so clever, she immediately asked: "You mean, even a congenital sage can become a great Luo?"

Houtu also reacted, frowning, not knowing what he was thinking.

Ye Ang looked at Nuwa, and asked with a half-smile, "Why don't you think about it the other way around?"

"Think about it the other way around?" Nuwa raised her brows, "Could it be said that Da Luo is innately divine?"

Hou Tu looked at Yang Mei who was crossing the catastrophe, and said leisurely: "Perhaps, this is not unreasonable. After all, for Da Luo, once there is no interference from the existence of the same Da Luo, it is so difficult to reverse the cause and effect."

"It's just that there are so many congenital sages in this prehistoric world. Could it be possible that each of them can become a great Luo?" Nuwa shook her head, thinking of the unreasonable point.

Houtu guessed: "There is no strict division among the prehistoric innate gods and gods. There are only 12 lower-ranked innate gods and demons, and the middle-ranked innate gods and demons, upper-ranked innate gods and demons, and even the lower-ranked innate gods and demons. The top innate gods and demons are considered to be the real innate gods, and it is hard to predict how many of the other latecomers are true and how many are false."

Ye Ang sneered and said, "Isn't it easy to be sure now? When they become Da Luo, they must be the real congenital saints. If they can't, they will be fake."

(End of this chapter)