The past cannot be changed, and the iron law that cannot be shaken in the eyes of countless practitioners seems to be able to be changed under the great way.

Those who hold on to one Tao are the master of Tao, but the gathering of three thousand great Taos is only a corner of the great Tao.

One year, ten years...

A hundred years, a thousand years...

Time seems to have lost its meaning, and the shuttle and wandering of time and space everywhere, Yang Yu even lost his perception of external time for a while.

Only in this rare fortune, I will do my best to copy the next picture of enlightenment after another.

To witness the rise and fall of one strong man after another.

Strengthen the foundation, accumulate the foundation, deduce the future, and practice your own way...

...

"The Lord of Liangyi, the Eight Heavenly Lord, the God of War, the King of Eternal Life, the Lord of Death..."

Between the sea of ​​clouds, Yang Yu looked down at this strange time and space where he was about to leave.

He had never heard of this space and time in any legend, but there was a terrifying existence comparable to the Taoist Wanshou.

He was amazing and talented, and almost walked through a new path, and was about to surpass the Six Divisions.

But like the strong man seen in the ancient history of time and space, he fell into the hands of the young emperor...

"He killed all the powerful people born in the nine kalpas!"

Yang Yu's heart was slightly cold.

During this long period of time, he traveled through more than a hundred time and space, witnessing the fall of hundreds of Taoist masters of different eras...

"What does He mean?"

This is not the first time that Yu Yang has had this idea, but there is still no answer.

He guessed that this might be a ceremony, but he couldn't imagine what kind of ceremony needed to be carried out in such a terrifying way...

Because this space and time does not exist in the Nine Tribulations!

Here is the Eight Tribulations!

"Does he want to kill through all the disasters?"

Just when this thought emerged in his mind, Yang Yu couldn't help but feel solemn.

After practicing for so many years, he has a deep understanding of nature about rituals.

The promotion ceremony is ever-changing, but one thing will not change, that is, 'the more dangerous the ritual is, the stronger the rank of the rank that is in the rank of the rank it is'.

What he has experienced at this moment is probably the most terrifying ceremony ever!

‘Maybe, the feedback from the Avenue is so huge, which is also related to this?’

Feeling the fluctuations in the dark, Yang Yu was thinking, but couldn't help but think:

"Traveling through all the disasters, witnessing the rise and fall of countless powerful people, and printing the map of enlightenment of the Taoist masters. If this is a ceremony, it would be extremely difficult and terrifying..."

He sighed in his heart, but there was no waves. Yang Yu only took a deep look at this strange space and entered another space.

The speed is neither slow nor slow, but it seems to be more light than the beginning, leaving no trace.

Wow~

The ripples that appear and disappear in a flash.

Yang Yu looked up and looked around. This was a fairy mountain hanging high in the sea of ​​clouds, or rather, a broken star.

"This is, Yingmao."

A voice that was neither high nor low followed. Under Yang Yu's gaze, a staircase of heaven formed by intertwined stars hangs in front of him:

"Fellow Taoist has come from afar. If you don't dislike it, you can come to the humble house for a drink and relieve your fatigue?"

"You are kind to fellow Taoist."

Yang Yu was shocked but not confused, although this was the first time that he had been discovered so far.

Follow the sky steps to the mountain of the sea of ​​clouds, and it is covered with bleakness and silence, full of wasteland, desolate and dilapidated.

Only the tall old Taoist is sitting cross-legged, there is a little greenness.

"Walking through the years and traveling outside time and space, the Taoist's magical powers are amazing. No wonder the rank of "Tiantian"!"

Seeing Yang Yu arrive, the old Taoist priest stood up and bowed, as if he was quite admiring and sighing:

"Fellow Taoist, please!"

This person...

Upon hearing this, Yang Yu's heart moved slightly. In a moment, he had already noticed the identity of the person in front of him from the dissipated aura:

"Dashi Ming!"

One life, two fortunes, and three incenses. The way of fate is also called the noble way among all the ways.

The Lord of Siming is also the most daunting among all the masters of enlightenment, and the Lord of Siming...

There are three thousand roads to enlightenment, but among the countless levels of enlightenment over the past few kalpas, there are only six who are called the ultimate.

If you dare to be a great person, there is only one, that is, Grand Secretary’s Destiny!

But it is unimaginable that this level is promoted. Nine kalpas have never been a person who has held the Dao Grand Master's Destiny for 840 million years.

There is only one in the eight kalpas!

"Friends of Taoism!"

The old Taoist smiled slightly and poured tea and wine for Yang Yu. He was very kind, and there were also many flatteries and praises in his words.

"The Grand Secretary is in charge of the fate of a disaster, but I don't know if my friend knows what Yang is going to do?"

Yang Yu was quite curious about the rare Grand Master's Destiny in front of him, and he also had some thoughts:

"Do you know your fate?"

"Fate is like water, moving according to the situation, changing at all times, without a fixed time, how can Siming see all the changes clearly?"

The old Taoist held the wine glass and replied with a smile, as if it was meaningful:

"For example, fellow Taoist, your fate and fortune have changed at least a thousand times. From being like everyone else to being as vast as the sea, who can guess?"

"At least, Dashiming saw it."

Yang Yu looked motionless, and after responding calmly, he asked again:

"Fellow Taoist knows that Yang is really surprised to see you still alive..."

"Fellow Taoist, don't be too surprised..."

The old Taoist drank all the wine in the glass and licked the wine stains on the corner of his mouth:

"If I expected it was not bad, after about half a cup of tea, it would be the time when I died..."

"oh?"

Yu Yang raised his eyes slightly.

"But this cannot be considered a bad thing, at least, I think this may be considered a good thing..."

The old Taoist was very addicted to alcohol. He drank a glass of wine with a word, and his tone slowly:

"It is important to know that all things are like cycles. There is life and death, there is little and there is labor, there is beginning and end..."

"If there is a cause, there will be a result...hiccup!"

Under Yang Yu's gaze, the old Taoist burped for a long time, and a touch of wine appeared on his old face with deep wrinkles:

"So, what can I do if I can participate in such an amazing event?!"

Its sound is not low, and it seems to have a different throbbing.

But Yang Yu didn't seem to hear it. He slowly raised his eyes and looked somewhere in the sea of ​​clouds.

I saw faint ripples spreading there, and the wind of time slowly blew from it, and a familiar sound sounded:
Chapter completed!