"Senior can't do it."

Li Changshou shook his head slightly, and the Taoist rhyme around him suddenly became empty and mysterious, and he was like a thin mist.

"Empty, silence, selflessness, and selflessness."

Li Changshou seemed to have disappeared between heaven and earth, and in the mist, a purple-black chain appeared to be a vivid image, and it exploded with another sound.

That faint voice sounded:

"Although all things will eventually become nothing, I say that my heart is constant.

Why do you return to emptiness? It is just the illusion projected by the way of time.

My way of saying never moves, emptiness never comes from the front, all things and spirits are tangible, and all tides are not false, and the tides surging will end.

What you see is a ‘process’, and what you see has no ‘end’.

I am here, so there is no space."

Li Changshou's body condensed again, but the Taoist realm rose rapidly.

He didn't say anything more, but he led the saint to bow his hand, pinching the golden cicada and leaving Lingshan.

"Where are you going?"

Zhiyin suddenly had this question.

"Zixiao Palace, in front of the Taoist Ancestor," Li Changshou said with a smile, "I have not finished discussing the truth with him, and I still have a match with him.

Senior, rest."

Before his words could be finished, Li Changshou's figure disappeared.

In the sky of Xiniu Hezhou, a meteor rushed into the sky, and the three thousand avenues were shaking together.
Chapter completed!