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Volume 3: Taoist Preaching Chapter 12: One Heart with Heaven

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    Those who have never seen the East China Sea do not understand its vastness; those who have never seen Buzhou Mountain do not understand its majesty.

    ¡°Below the saint are all ants. This is the first time that everyone has seen the power of the saint.  Only then did they realize that the saint was so powerful. His power was no longer in his skills. Just like an invisible elephant, the saint's power lay in his understatement.  The ancient land was like a clean white paper, allowing him to write whatever he wanted.

    Hongjun is just like when he came, he came without warning and left without any sound.  In the first confrontation between the lich and the demon clan, the demon clan was finally defeated. Emperor Jun Taiyi Tuba's plan came to nothing, and he left in despair with the remaining people of the demon clan.

    Hongyun, Zhen Yuanzi and Shenglong said goodbye and returned to their caves respectively. Qinglong will also go to the Dragon Clan.  The holy dragon was undecided about whether to stay or not, and was hesitant for a moment.

    After the war, the witches collected everything that could be used on the battlefield. They were like ants all over the battlefield, and broken magic weapons and armors piled up in mountains.  There is still the smell of burning trees in the air.  Shenglong stood on the mountain and looked at the scene in front of him.

    It is said that the way of heaven is ruthless and the way of justice is universal.  The Lich War resulted in numerous casualties. In the prehistoric world he knew, this battle for hegemony had just begun, and would continue for millions of years in the future.

    In war, life and death can be seen most clearly.  In the past, people who were injured by a knife in future generations may not die immediately. Unlike the battles in the ancient times, the scenes of magical battles between magic powers were grand and overwhelming.  If you are not careful, your body and soul will disappear and turn into ashes.

    The shaman placed the entities of the demon clan into piles.  Today's prehistoric creatures all developed spiritual intelligence during the early days of the world. They are early creatures and their bodies contain rich spiritual energy.  All are good materials.

    Witches collect the corpses of monsters, and they will refine these corpses to improve their own cultivation.  There will never be any mercy towards the demon witches.  The same would be true if they fell into the hands of the demon clan.

    This is the first time that the holy dragon has encountered the fragility of life. Since he came to the ancient times, he has always wanted to improve his cultivation. In fact, he just wanted to survive here safely.  Seeking the Tao is for the sake of immortality. This is true for saints, and it is not true for others.  His eyes were filled with confusion for a moment.  Don¡¯t know what to do next?

    Countless pictures flashed through his mind, including the busyness of his previous life and the difficulties after coming out of Death Valley. His experiences in the ancient times were intertwined with the memories of his previous life.

    "Is it really just an accident that I came to the ancient world? Or is it a destiny that has already been determined?" Shenglong watched his memories flash through his mind like a movie.

    The memory flashed to when he was in Zixiao Palace.

    "Kunpeng actually has a seat." Shenglong looked at Kunpeng sitting in the first row in shock in his mind.  In the memory of his previous life, Kunpeng designed to kill Hongyun because of this position. During the battle just now, Shenglong didn't think about the Zixiao Palace for a moment.

    "I have already had a relationship with a future saint and injured him." The excitement in Shenglong's heart about defeating Kunpeng was overshadowed by the panic caused by this fact.

    The panic only flashed in Shenglong's mind for a moment, and was immediately replaced by his ferocity.

    "What are you afraid of?" Shenglong's eyes were filled with the desperate ferocity of his previous life, and his hands clenched fists involuntarily.  "Bro, after all, we have traveled through time. Kunpeng and I are on equal footing now. Since we have taken over the cause and effect, the worst we can do is make the matter bigger. Just take away his position."

    The chaotic memories disappeared completely when he thought about it.  My mind was empty, with only one simple thought.

    "Prehistoric! Prehistoric!" he shouted in his heart.  "The strong are respected. Isn't Hongjun an excellent example? I don't want my strength to be far superior to that of the saints, but to be on par with them. No one will take the initiative to cause trouble for me in the future."

    The idea of ??Shenglong's urgent need to increase his strength grew and grew in his heart like crazy weeds, like a thick hemp rope hanging from his neck to block Shenglong's soul.  In one thought, the Holy Dragon's spiritual thoughts merged with his own obsession. He stood quietly on the top of the mountain like a stone. All distracting thoughts disappeared in his heart, leaving only the purest thoughts in his heart like lotus seeds.

    The great road is quiet without doing anything, and moves with action.  Whether it is stillness or movement, it is the ultimate.

    ?? In Hongmeng, Pangu was one, and after the creation of heaven, there were two.  The human body itself is one, and the mind and body are divided into two.  Shenglong's incomparable obsession reintegrated his body and inner spirit into one.  At this moment, his whole person was hazy and calm, vague yet clear.  If Hongyun were here, he would definitely be surprised. Shenglong's current state is exactly in the process of enlightenment.  And it is a very deep enlightenment.

    Everyone in Zixiao Palace listened to Hongjun's sermon. At that time, Sanqing and everyone had some understanding, but this understanding was carried out under the guidance of Hongjun.  What he understood was the Tao that Hongjun had already comprehended. Sanqing did not create his own Tao until he became a saint.  The current situation of Shenglong isIt is independent entry into the Tao.

    For a moment, Shenglong felt that he was integrated with the prehistoric world. Everything that happened in the prehistoric world was in his feelings, and he even saw a vague future.  At this time, he became one with heaven and earth, experiencing the feeling of heaven and earth. Silently, his tears fell on his side and turned into lotus flowers.

    "The great road really has feelings!" He whispered.

    The holy dragon stands quietly on the top of the mountain, like a dangerous rock.  It fell into the eyes of the Wu clan and was indescribably magical.  The Ancestral Witches had only felt this kind of aura on Hongjun just now.

    "Is he going to become a saint?" Zhu Rong asked excitedly.  He looked at the Holy Dragon curiously, as excited as if he had been given a shot of blood.

    "Did I pat him on the shoulder just now?" Zhu Rong asked nervously.  There is only one saint in the prehistoric world, and he can easily break the Dutian Formation formed by the twelve ancestral witches.  If the Holy Dragon is really a saint, then what he did just now is disrespectful to the saint. He can't make up for his mistakes no matter how he dies, so why don't he be nervous?

    Among the twelve ancestral witches, Di Jiang was the most knowledgeable. He looked at Zhu Rong's expression and shook his head, "Probably not, he is enlightening."

    "Enlightenment!" The other ancestral witches looked at Di Jiang curiously.

    "The Dragon Clan has retreated to the East China Sea since the Dragon-Phoenix War. The Dragon Clan doesn't have any masters. He should have just appeared in the wilderness not long ago." Gonggong analyzed calmly.

    "That's really terrible." Gonggong's calm expression was filled with shock.  Looking at everyone, "You and I are both Pangu Zongzong. Who can be where we are today without practicing for millions of years."

    Gonggong¡¯s voice was filled with sighs. Upon hearing his words, the ancestral wizards all exchanged silent glances. Their eyes were full of surprise at the Holy Dragon¡¯s cultivation.

    "The Dragon Clan is worthy of being the overlord of the ancient times and has a profound heritage. Even though it has been withdrawn from the ancient times for so long, there are still such masters." Di Jiang said thoughtfully.  "It seems that we need to make good friends with the Holy Dragon. It would be nice to have a helper when the Lich fights again in the future."

    Zhu Rong has never forgotten the look in Taiyi and Dijun¡¯s eyes when they left with the demon clan, as well as the big demons who were hostile to the witch clan.  With such an enemy existing, he believed that he would inevitably have to fight against the demon clan in the future.  Although he was suppressed by Hongjun this time, no one can predict what will happen in the future.  Although he is impatient, he is not a fool.

    "That's fine! If it weren't for the Holy Dragon this time, we and the Wu Clan would also suffer this time." Zhu Rong said, "I think he is very friendly to our Wu Clan." Zhu Rong looked at Hou Tu with a smile.

    The ancestral witches all followed Zhu Rong¡¯s eyes and looked at Hou Tu curiously, as if they understood.

    "Why are you looking at me?" Hou Tu gave Zhu Rong a hard roll of her eyes. She intuitively knew that she really couldn't stay here any longer.  He turned around and wanted to leave.

    "Little sister, please go slowly." Di Jiang stopped Houtu who was about to leave.  "You and I used to have people guarding and protecting us in retreat. Now that the Holy Dragon has enlightened and cannot tolerate being disturbed, we should protect him."

    Everyone nodded in agreement.

    I saw a stream of gray air emanating from the body of the Holy Dragon, spreading around the Holy Dragon like mist and filling the mountains.  When the towering ancient trees touched the mist, they quickly dried up and withered in Zu Wu's eyes.  The ancestral witches watched the gray mist coming toward them, and quickly flew away from the gray mist.  Everyone was trembling with fear.

    "What kind of thing is this? It can deprive the breath of life." Houtu is the closest to the earth, and he can feel the terror of that gray airflow the most.

    Everyone shook their heads.

    We can only ask carefully later. Hou Tu thought that he and the ancestral witches were far away from the gray fog, surrounding the top of the mountain where the holy dragon was located.

    What is attained is freedom. The Holy Dragon is now like a fish swimming in the spiritual world, free and happy.  His spirit is closely connected with the prehistoric times.

    The Tianyan Dao Diagram automatically records the Holy Dragon¡¯s understanding of the principles of heaven and earth.  The two traces of life and death hovered in his world, and his understanding of them became more profound.  During the battle between the lich and the lich, the Holy Dragon saw the two lich clans suffering heavy casualties and wailing all over the place. This was something he had never seen in his previous life. If it weren't for the persistence of a warrior and the experience of fighting in the ancient times, the Holy Dragon himself would have been almost unable to hold on.  own mind.

    After all, he is not a native of the ancient world, and he still carries the emotions of people from his previous life after traveling through time.

    This is an empty world, where the holy dragon feels the traces of the prehistoric world. The traces of life and death slowly rotate in the eyes of the holy dragon, and they complement each other and become one.  When he saw these two marks for the first time, he knew that the gray one represented death and the white one represented life, as if he should know it innately.

    He accompanied the traces of life and death in his mind, carefully experiencing their traces in the void, watching them hovering and chasing each other in the void like two children.  Waiting for breakthroughThe opportunity is coming.

    It has been twenty years. When the Holy Dragon woke up from nothingness, as he saw what he saw, his heart moved, and the dead trees sprouted and sprouted in his eyes again.  Although green is scarce, it is slowly covering the already desolate top of the mountain.  He shook hands tentatively, feeling his own strength.  His cultivation has reached the late stage of Da Luo, and his understanding of morality is more profound than before.  The three flowers on the top exude colorful light.  The five qi in the chest are even more pure and strong.
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