Chapter 634 103. Emergence, Li Xian
The herd retreated slowly, their bodies tensing and becoming alert.
Something that could threaten their lives appeared in this place.
On the burning corpse of the giant beast, a palm covered with golden flames stretched out and grasped the other giant beast. At this moment, the surrounding space was distorted, as if an invisible black spot appeared, swallowing up all the light. The flesh and bones of the giant beast were twisted and crushed.
The creature covered in golden flames walked out of the mist, and the beast that reversed life actually shrank back.
But the creature was still moving forward, its hanging sword brewing light that could split the universe. Golden fire lotuses bloomed wherever he walked. Where he faced, nothing could block that direction, even the surrounding stars were deflected.
His spirit and consciousness expanded crazily until he could see the universe as an ocean.
In Li Xi'an's eyes, the boundless universe is like a sea that can be cut open, and the golden spirits are the water droplets of this sea.
The Ancient One was shocked.
Thousands of avenues hang down, and Sanskrit chants are chanted in the sky.
An illusory throne appeared behind Li Xi'an.
Li Xi'an spread his hands, and a slender shadow covered with the silhouette of stars appeared. Under the black gauze, Hong's pair of eyes that could only reflect the stars became as bright as Li Xi'an, floating with golden tides.
"Let's go, you can go anywhere, it won't be difficult for you," Li Xi'an said.
"What exactly did you do? I have never seen it before..." Hong paused, because he might have seen this form of power. During the long time of sleeping in the ancient mountains, such creatures appeared in the universe. They seem to appear out of thin air, but they possess power at the level of law. Some are even more terrifying, approaching the realm of Silence.
Li Xi'an ignored the rainbow. He crossed it and stepped forward. The fog of time followed closely behind him. The blooming fire lotus was like a beacon guiding the road in the fog. His aura is mysterious and terrifying, the runes of Zefa are always flashing, and wherever he passes, time avoids him.
This kind of creature is called the saint without Tao, the supreme without crown.
Hong never thought that one day he would witness the birth of an uncrowned supreme being.
Li Xian'an was glowing.
This is not just the rising light in the material universe, but the eternal light spreading freely in countless dim universes.
Every time he takes a step, the cause and effect on his body will fall off a bit, until his figure completely coincides with the illusory position, and the sight of all causes and effects drops from his body and breaks. The past belonging to Li Xi'an became blurred, and those fallen causal lines were replaced by spiritual burning.
He is getting further and further away from Hong, and seems to be getting further and further away from himself. Hong felt that it was not a red dragon, but a soul that died aeons ago occupying this body. All cause and effect are severed here. He has become an isolated island. Naturally, an isolated island does not need to destroy thousands of selves to light itself up.
But just lighting yourself up is not enough. The power of silent light cannot be obtained on an isolated island.
That's why Chilong lit up a once-dark throne. Hong couldn't tell which Supreme the throne came from. Maybe it came from a certain Kyushu Supreme who had died.
Li Xi'an's past burned in those blooming fire lotuses, and the throne he stepped onto shattered his future.
Hong felt that with the ability of this red dragon, he would definitely be able to achieve the status of Jizhao in the future, but there was no need to talk about it now. He had inherited a status that had already dimmed. He might gain extraordinary power for a while, but in the future he would be able to achieve transcendence. His shadow disappeared from the upper position.
Thousands of rays of light are extinguished, but the eternal brightness of oneself is the illumination of silence.
So what is this realm in front of you? What would it be like to be able to rival Ji Zhao?
He was wearing a golden feather coat and holding a long sword made of gold and jade. The branches of the ancient tree grew on his head, holding up his hair, and three flowers bloomed on the branches. His face was wiped away by an invisible layer of mist, and his figure only appeared in Hong's eyes.
He walked toward the herd.
Xijian groaned softly, and huge heads fell one by one.
In the sight of all the spirits of the universe, the beasts retreated step by step, and the light like the rising sun dispersed them and drove them out of the universe.
The creatures of the law cannot look directly at the center of the light.
The figure wearing golden feathers broke through the universe with a sword and stepped out of the universe.
The Supreme Being laughed, and the Lord of the Outliers admired the scene in front of him and couldn't help but admire it. The hands in the darkness pulled back all the bone chains, and the beasts merged into the darkness. Then, countless pairs of vertical eyes opened on the darkness and chaos, and the eyes were raised, as if they were smiling. Majestic and grand mottos sounded among the stars in the sky, and the golden tide rose and fell.
It seems to be telling an ancient prophecy.
"The dawn of dawn and the opening of the emperor's palace are called Li Xian and a saint."
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Zhuanxu returned to the human world, and he saw golden light flowing on the broken sky.
The people all left their homes and looked up at the sky.
Colorful rays of light spread from the sky, replacing the thick leaden clouds. The clouds were very low, and the edges were outlined with divine golden light. The long-lost sunshine shone down, and people didn't know what happened, but they saw that the churning sea water calmed down, and the stars that had shifted in the sky returned to their positions.
A faint mist filled the air from the hollow. Although Zhuan Xu had never seen this kind of mist, he could sense the time flowing backward in the mist.
The mist covered the whole world unconsciously, and the colorless white mist reflected the colorful rays of light, as if the whole world was dazzled by the rays of light.
The mist even seeped into Xuanyuan City.
Zhuanxu finally saw the figure in the center of the hollow.
Wearing a feather coat and holding a jade sword, the gate of heaven suddenly opened in front of his eyes.
Deep in the Hundred Thousand Mountains, on the scarlet earth, the leaderless God of War put down his fight, and a figure appeared out of thin air in the hole in the sky. That figure made him feel a little familiar.
In the northern desert, the mirage's palace, the female monk in green walked out of the palace, the yellow sand was silent, she looked at the sky, the stars were slowly returning to their positions, the disturbed earth was gradually recovering, she should have been happy for the restoration of peace in China, But she couldn't raise a curve in the corner of her mouth. She seemed to have forgotten something very important, and there was a part of her heart empty.
The mist reflected in the colorful glow seemed to have a strange power. The dry land where it diffused became moist in a short period of time, and crops and trees grew.
The tombs built for the dead disappeared and were replaced by people who were surprised and then embraced with tears of joy.
An old man knelt on the ground. He held up the crops in his hands and cried like a child: "This is the food I planted when I was a child. It came from before. It didn't grow again. It came to me before!"
Xuanyuan City is shaking. The source of the shaking comes from the central palace. The tide has risen in the dusty underground palace. Shrouded in mist, the green lake fills the hall. Appearing in the mist along with the lake are stone tables and courtyards larger than ordinary people.
The slender snake's tail swayed in the lake water.
Zhuan Xu thought of something.
Regarding the ancient supreme art passed down by the Yu family.
The mist of time brought a descendant of an ancient ethnic group to this moment. The god with a human head and a snake body got up from under the central palace and flew away on the clouds.
She held the colors in her palms and sang carols in a low voice.
The existence that resurrected in the mist was not Huangdi's mother, but an even more ancient will that came through this environment.
In ancient times, when He went out, all the people would sing praises.
The people worshiped in the direction of the sky, and this scene was like a frozen mural. Flames and clouds rolled across the sky, and gods with human heads and snake bodies raised their arms to mend the sky.
When the flowing flames become the gilding on the murals, the returning stars become the dots of ink on the stone wall.
Everything should end and become a legend.
"In ancient times, the four poles were abandoned, the nine states were divided, the sky was not covered, and the earth was not contained. The fire was blazing but never quenched, the water was vast and the ocean never ceased. Wild beasts devoured the people, and birds of prey preyed on the old and the weak."
"So Nuwa made five-color stones to repair the sky, cut off the turtles to support the four poles, killed the black dragon to help Jizhou, and accumulated reed ashes to stop the water. The sky was mended, the four poles were upright, the water dried up, Jizhou was peaceful, the cunning insects died, and the people of Zhuan were prosperous. .”