Mo Yu had many speculations about the identity of the Taoist ancestor, among which the most likely one he believed was that the Taoist ancestor was the incarnation of the Creator, or to be precise, the incarnation of the Creator's power of the "order" power.

When he observed the Creator through the artifact crystal ball, he only saw chaos and madness, but did not see order, but the Creator's consciousness itself would project into the universe, and the entire universe was also established because of the Creator.

If the Creator himself does not have the power of order, it is impossible to establish a huge orderly universe, and before the Creator ‘awakens’, order is the absolute main rule of the universe.

This means that the Creator's body may have the power of pure order and is very powerful.

But Mo Yu did not find anything related to order in the Creator's body, only a mess of chaos and madness.

Combined with Avalon's breakthrough that opened up the connection between the Creator and the universe, Mo Yu guessed that perhaps the power of order had left the Creator a long time ago, and perhaps as early as when the Creator was about to wake up, these powers left the Creator's body and entered the universe to help the creatures in the order in the universe save themselves.

This incarnation of order of the Creator must have powerful power.

All the secret knowledge that Mo Yu knew was so high that he could be the incarnation of this order. Only the Taoist ancestor who taught the saints' laws in the ancient times.

"Fellow Daoist wants who I am, who I am."

Facing Mo Yu's question, the old man in white just smiled and nodded, sat cross-legged on the cushion, looked at Mo Yu's eyes, and said softly, "Daoist can you tell me what a saint is?

The so-called saint is the omission of the universe."

Accompanied by the old man's words, one stream of information flowed into Mo Yu's mind.

The old man spoke very lightly, with a faint kindness, as if a kind elder was sitting under a big tree and having a heart-to-heart relationship with children, but his calm words disturbed all the information nearby, and everything in the material world danced with his words.

There was silence in this small thatched hut, and outside the thatched hut, countless thick fogs surged out in the fog, and the rules of the world came out from the invisible state, lingering in the fog, like a strong wind stirring the fog, allowing the originally thin fog to gradually become rich.

When Mo Yu heard the old man's answer, he had not yet reacted, and was pulled into a hazy enlightenment by the following words.

The old man's words are plain, but they tell the lowest nature of the world.

If an ordinary person listened to these words, he would only feel profound and difficult to speak, and he would not understand them for a long time.

But it fell into Mo Yu's ears, it was like the sound of nature.

On the way to seek the way, Mo Yu had already walked a long way. This road was like a muddy swamp. Every time he took a step forward, he would fall into the mud and could only stagger with difficulty.

However, the old man's words guided Mo Yu to find a hard and flat road in the swamp, allowing him to get rid of the mud and even run in the swamp.

The state that has not been shaken for a long time has gradually improved.

——

In the chaotic fog, a young boy with a tender face was peeling off the fog of chaos and moving forward. It was Taiyi who accidentally entered this fog.

The surging fog shock separated by Taiyi's side, and countless disturbing world rules were entangled by him. As long as he took a slight mistake, he would be torn to pieces by these twisted world rules.

Taiyi didn't know where the fog was, nor what these terrifying twisted rules were, but he knew that these things were very dangerous, and he would die here if he was not careful.

Suddenly, his steps stopped.

Just as his steps stopped, the originally calm mist on his left suddenly gushed out a huge fire dragon. The fire dragon almost flew past him on Taiyi's cheeks. The scorching heat wave even made the animal skin on his body smell a little burnt.

He looked at this scene nervously, watching the fire dragon fly into the fog on the other side, his whole body tensed, and he didn't even dare to breathe loudly.

But he didn't get a moment of breathing. After the fire dragon left, he quickly took three or five steps forward.

Ice cones suddenly stretched out from the place where he had just stood, like grass rising from the ground, these hard ice cones several meters high also pierced from the ground. As long as Taiyi's movement was too late, even a moment later, he would be pierced by the ice hammer and become a corpse hanging on the top of the ice cone.

Taiyi looked back at his back in fear, and then quickly ran into the depths of the fog again. He could not predict the emergence of these terrifying forces, but his innate perception of danger allowed him to avoid these dangers in advance.

He didn't know how he had stepped into this dangerous fog, but he vaguely felt a huge opportunity waiting for him.

As long as he can live out of this fog.

——

Three months later

I don’t know the years in the mountains, but the spring and autumn are all day long.

During this period of time, the stars are changing, the sun and the moon are changing, but in this simple and simple hut, it seems that it is just a moment.

Only the lights among the green lamps sway, telling the passage of time.

Mo Yu slowly woke up from his sudden enlightenment, his eyes as clear as a child. He slowly stood up and saluted slightly to the old man in front of him.

"Thank you for your advice, fellow Taoist."

"I just convey my understanding. The so-called enlightenment or not is all for the good fortune of fellow Taoists," the old man smiled slightly, but received the gift of Mo Yu. "Can fellow Taoists have the method to become a saint?"

"The road ahead is clear."

Mo Yu nodded slightly.

As he realized the truth during this period, he had a clearer understanding of the origin of this world and also understood the path to the saint.

Just as the old man in front of him said, the saint was actually born from loopholes in the entire universe.

In the heyday of the universe, when pollution and destruction have not yet appeared, life in the universe is absolutely impossible to become a saint.

The sacredness of the world is the end of everything.

Myths exist only to master the rules and integrate them with them. It is impossible to modify the rules and create rules.

Only when the end of the world comes, the entire universe is on the verge of destruction, and all the original orders are collapsed, can the existence of myths continue to move forward, break through the last step, and become a saint who can modify rules and create rules.

In fact, the creation of rules has exceeded the limit that the universe can accommodate. In a complete universe, only the supreme Creator can create rules. Once there are too many lives that can create rules, the universe will fall into chaos and then collapse.

In a sense, the saints actually have part of the Creator's nature.

Saints can live in the sea of ​​nothingness outside the universe. They have transcended the history and destiny of the universe and will not collapse with the collapse of the universe.

Some powerful saints can also open up their own small worlds in the sea of ​​nothingness, but the world they created does not have the ability to create biomass from nothingness, so they need to plunder matter from the universe that has aging and decayed and has weak cosmic barriers, and then transform it into their world needs.

After the destruction of the universe, many saints in the universe will open up small worlds and move creatures struggling in the destruction universe into their small worlds.

In order to maintain the existence of their own world, most of them have to go out to plunder the matter from other universes.

Yes, this is the origin of the extraterrestrial comers.

They are actually the resentful spirits after the death of the universe, wandering in the sea of ​​nothingness, relying on plunder to continue the lights that are about to be extinguished in their universe.

Most of these extraterritorial comers and their worlds will eventually go to destruction, just like the echo of a symphony echoing in a concert hall, which will eventually dissipate and everything will return to nothingness.

And a small part of them will become the real Creator and recreate a new and complete universe.

Whenever a topic discusses death and what happens after death, it is inevitable that it will seem depressing.

Mo Yu does not want to see the destruction of the universe. Even patients who are terminally ill will always have a way to save them. If not, they are not capable enough.

He took a deep breath and stared at the old man in front of him.

If you want to become a saint, the most core element is to gather the beliefs of sentient beings. You want to create something so that all creatures in the entire universe will be affected by the things you create, and let this thing gradually become one of the rules at the bottom of the universe.

Then, you have completed the creation of world rules, which is equivalent to completing the ceremony of becoming a saint.

This matter is difficult at the heyday of the universe, because no one except the Creator can understand how many civilizations there are in the vast universe, and it is even more difficult to change the lifestyle of these countless civilizations.

But it's easy now at the end of the universe.

Because in this huge universe, there are only the lights of the last order civilization on this planet.

Mo Yu has found a way out, but he has not yet found a suitable way.

He bowed slightly to the old man in front of him.

"Please teach me a fellow Taoist."

“Preach.”

The old man still had that kind expression without waves in ancient and modern times, making people feel like spring breeze.

But Mo Yu knew that it was not the old man's true appearance. This kind expression, including this old-fashioned look, was actually what Mo Yu imagined in his heart, and the Daozu should have.

Mo Yu saw the Taoist ancestor, but in fact he saw the appearance of the Taoist ancestor in his heart.

He believed that the Taoist ancestor should look like a kind old man, so the Taoist ancestor he saw was a kind old man.

If he came to be a lustful person, the Taoist ancestor he saw should be a young girl with a bee waist and a big buttocks.

The Tao is originally formless and illuminates all living beings.

However, Mo Yu did not delve into appearance, but thought carefully about the old man's words. The so-called preaching is to establish a Taoist system, create a practice system, and frame all life in the world in this system.

When this system takes shape and integrates into everyone's lives, Mo Yu completes the ritual of sanctification and enters the ranks of saints.

This is the method that Mo Yu prefers most.

At that time, the word preaching was simple to say but difficult to do. Now there are two races living on the planet, the two races of the shemale and demons. Who can preach to establish a stable order? What kind of Tao can be passed on to make people easier to accept?

The Three Pure Ones seem to be the path of preaching and educating sentient beings.

Mo Yu intends to imitate the Three Pure Ones preaching, and there can be a ready-made Taoist tradition that can be borrowed, but it can only solve the problem of what Taoism to preach. Moreover, he has only one person, and can only choose one race from the two tribes of the human race to preach. If he chooses the wrong choice and does not establish a system in the end, he will fail.

The whole ceremony must be very long, and he may not have time to do it again.

And if the Three Pure Ones appear at that time and he completes preaching one step ahead, his method will be equivalent to failure.

The old man seemed to see Mo Yu's embarrassment.

He smiled slightly and said softly,

"point."
To be continued...