In the vast darkness, no matter where you stand or how you look, you can only see thousands of fist-sized stars floating in the distance.

And entrenched in such a starry sky, carrying thousands of stars on its back, is an ancient and majestic turtle.

"The starry sky with the turtle on it is called Qianshi. The Tao comes from it and will last forever"... This is the realm of Emperor Qianshi!

The realm of Emperor Qianshi was never a single space plane. Among the thousands of stars on the back of the turtle, there were different scenes.

Some are presented as beautiful landscapes, with monks practicing hard, some are splendid palaces, with dozens of old men arguing and discussing matters, and some are immersed in foggy lakes, where young and old are practicing swordsmanship and boxing...

The stars change, different planes occasionally border each other, and different things can collide.

Plane migration is not changed by the will of the Lord of the Stars or the Old Turtle, but by the evolution of various people and things in the stars, as well as changes in fate, will, etc.

One of the thousands of stars was showing a miserable scene at this moment.

"ah--"

Everyone is still wailing.

A huge infusion of memories is like a flood from a broken dam. From the moment it breaks, there is no possibility of stopping.

He struggled and resisted, but he couldn't cope with it all.

The little boy on the turtle's back seemed to have lost the desire to communicate, and was left with only torture and revenge.

"I'm helping you."

He is still smiling, but his methods are like the devil.

Whenever the person beneath him withstood a wave of attacks, he would flick his sleeves and robes, flooding the sky with starlight.

"Rao Yaoyao's experience in the world at that time cost Wu Rao Tian a lot of resources. She had good perseverance and persisted for half a year."

"Actually, half a year is not enough to digest the world of mortals. But in the final analysis, his qualifications are mediocre. If he can accept everything, he is already among the best."

The little boy said and jumped off the turtle's back.

He put his hands behind his waist in an old-fashioned manner, and walked around the body of Xu Xiaoshou, who was bowing like a prawn in pain:

"You are different."

"The foundation of your will is solid, and you have a willpower as strong as anyone in this world, and can withstand more."

"I estimated it, it's a month!"

He raised a finger, pointed at Xu Xiaoshou's incarnation in the void, and said with a smile:

"One month can be worth Shangrao Yaoyao's past, helping you consolidate your understanding of the world of mortals. If your understanding is good enough, you might even be able to understand some of the principles of 'reincarnation'."

"Have you been to the Ming Ming Emperor Realm?"

The only response he received was a terrifying roar with red eyes.

The little boy who couldn't even reach the man's chest jumped up and gave him a bang on the head:

"Why are you staring? I'm doing you a favor!"

"Do you really think that the Ming Ming Emperor Realm is a good place to go? Do you really think that Ghost Ancestor will feel at ease when he sees you? It's all for the sake of the whole Tao."

He walked around in a circle, walked to Jinren again, raised his head and said earnestly:

"I am the good guy!"

"Since you call me Daozu, I will grant you some benefits."

"All parties will wake up next. The battle between gods is about to begin. With your little deeds, if the ancestor god blows his breath, you won't know where you will disintegrate."

"Listen to me and stay away!"

Even though I still have a little bit of sanity, I can still sense that the connection between myself and the deity comes and goes.

When I heard this, I already read something.

Could it be that this "Tao Ancestor" wants to use the memories of the world he endured here to pass them on to the deity so that he can have an epiphany - to avoid the direct battlefield in a roundabout way?

Picture what?

"Of course it's because I'm a good person... I told you that if you are suffering now, you will be grateful in the future." The little boy seemed to know what he was thinking, and said again: "I don't expect much from you in return. Don't retaliate against me then.

Don't interfere with me, then Daozu will protect you."

Daozu?

Aren't you the Taoist ancestor, why should you be protected by the Taoist ancestor?

Everyone knows that the "Ajie" in front of him is not a Taoist ancestor, but at most a half-ancestor.

So does this Dao Ancestor really exist, or is it just a "hope" of the Dao clan members such as Yuotong, Dao Qiongang and others?

After all, if Dao Qiong Cang wants to be granted the title of god by heaven, his ultimate goal is probably to use the title of "Tao Ancestor".

The Heavenly Ancestor already exists, so we can’t call him the “Machine Ancestor”, right?

But this is inconsistent with the Tao Tongdao in front of us, unless the two are essentially the same person...

It is already difficult to maintain sanity, even though I can't speak at all at this moment, it is even more difficult to think seriously.

The little boy stared at him for a long time, then suddenly leaned forward and said:

"Actually, there is another option."

He seemed to like to point his fingers at people. Under the people's miserable wails, he pointed at them rudely and said:

"Going back to what I said before, show me Xu Xiaoshou's stuff and I can help you slow down a bit."

"At least, it doesn't have to be as painful as it is now."

While fighting against the red dust of memories in his mind, Jinren thought about the turtle boy's performance from beginning to end, including his habits and guiding movements, which all guided him in the direction of the sky.

He behaves so much like Dao Qiongtian!

At this moment, he was on the verge of trapping himself in the Qianshi Emperor's realm, creating a mysterious puppet named "Jinren" in front of his face, and throwing it into the Holy God Continent to stir up trouble.

In this way, everyone will suspect that he is Dao Qiongcang's puppet of Tianji, or that Dao Qiongcang is just the incarnation of the will of the turtle boy in front of him.

But the more so, the less credible it becomes.

Although he probably knew that he would not die, he would deeply remember everything he experienced at this moment and the inferences he drew.

He believed that one day he would meet his true self.

The Avenue of Meaning can fight against the Avenue of Memory. Although it cannot withstand the pressure of memory instillation at this time, it is not easy for the turtle boy to delete his own memory.

When he dies and the deity gives birth again, or when he is liberated from the Qianshi Emperor realm and returns to the deity.

I will know everything that happens here.

At that time, there is no need to think for yourself, I believe that I will get an accurate answer.

"But that's a month from now."

The turtle boy was like a roundworm in a man's stomach, he seemed to be able to read what he was thinking, and actually responded to his voice.

He shook his head, with a sigh on his face, and asked again:

"How about it? My proposal."

Even though everyone didn't reply, they couldn't reply, they could only scream.

The turtle boy had no choice but to sigh, and jumped back to the old turtle's back. He supported the turtle's back and looked at the stars in the sky:

"Then just stay here for a month."

"After one month, whether I live or die, go or stay, it all depends on my mood."

…

Woo!

The sinister wind accompanies the body, and the sword thoughts are raging.

The eight figures are dressed in white robes, dancing with the strong wind on the top of a barren mountain. His eyes are calmly looking towards the north.

To the north of the Zhongyuan Realm is the Holy Mountain of Guizhe, where ghosts and Buddhas live.

In that place where few people could see him, he could see semi-holy ghosts quietly passing away in various places in the ghost and Buddha world.

Every time a ghost spirit disappears, a wisp of residual consciousness will merge into the cinnabar between the brows of ghosts and Buddhas.

That's a familiar smell.

His old rival, Hua Changdeng.

A few days passed by in a flash, and the power of the god of death on the ghosts and Buddhas became more and more obvious, and the sword's power became stronger.

The aura belonging to Huachang Deng overflowed from the cinnabar and almost filled the entire body of the ghost and Buddha.

Just like his body half a year ago, it was filled with Huachangdeng's endless sword energy.

"Half a day."

The eight masters murmured silently, lowered their gazes, and looked at their hands, one, two, three, four... ten fingers.

Facing the sky, he curled up his previous eight fingers, leaving only the two thumbs that had just grown back, and raised them to look at them carefully.
To be continued...