The Legend of Honghuang Erlang

In the saint's tomb, the glazed treasure world.

Yang Jian sat cross-legged in front of the eighty-first glazed pillar, the master of the glazed treasure was frowning and thinking about Yang Jian's question just now, all the saints and remnants around him were silent.

What Yang Jian just asked was the origin of the method of "spiritual cloud". All the fallen saints in Taishi had spiritual clouds to enshrine their true spirits. Could it be that in the two older and more obscure eras of Taichu and Taiyi before Taishi, there was also the method of Lingyun.

After a long time, the master of Liuli finally said: "It should be a method passed down since ancient times. After the beginning of time, due to the great changes in the chaos, the method of Lingyun disappeared."

Yang Jian frowned, this was not the answer he wanted.

"But as for when this method appeared..." Treasure Master Liuli shook his head lightly, "I'm afraid no one has studied it deeply."

Xue Ji was leaning against the glazed platform beside her, her slender figure and lazy demeanor seemed to be irritating and seductive.

She also said: "I have sent voices to inquire about the spirits of all the saints, and the integrated information has nothing to do with spiritual clouds. This is a practice that was widely spread among saints in the beginning of time, and it is nothing."

"Thank you, seniors," Yang Jian cupped his hands and bowed his head in thanks, with disappointment written on his face.

Now he really wants to know who he was in his previous life. It's not that he wants to gain the glory of his previous life, but he has some doubts and wants to find out.

But don't make trouble to the end, his previous life was actually a villain who destroyed a certain era, that would really give him a headache... Even though the previous life will not affect the present, this situation is really absurd.

Master Liulibao said: "Can you tell me a little bit about what my little friend saw in the previous life?"

Yang Jian hesitated a little, but he still briefly stated what he saw; it was just that he deliberately hid a few details - the white shadow.

After all, this is his own secret. Although Xiao Lan can know it, he can't tell these saints and ghosts at will.

The one who is worried is still the uncertain identity in the previous life; the man with disheveled hair in the previous life was too decisive when he sent the white shadow into the river of true spirit with one palm...

Naturally, no matter what happened in the previous life, Yang Jian now knows what he should do and where he should stand in the future.

The disabled spirits finally spoke out:

"It should be at the beginning and end."

"From what my little friend said, he won't be someone from our generation."

"The end of the beginning and the end of the beginning, also known as the dark element of the beginning, a force enveloped the visible world at that time, and wantonly killed the living beings and destroyed the true spirit. Countless years after the end of that extremely dark era, there was the opening and rise of the beginning of the beginning."

"That's right, little friend should have been a sage in the beginning of time in his previous life."

"This strong man seems to have torn apart the dark Yuan of Absolute Beginning with his own power, and it really is beyond my reach."

Many sages and spirits expressed their opinions, and Yang Jian listened dubiously.

In the beginning, the beginning of ten thousand ways; too easy earlier, the way has not yet formed.

In other words, the creatures in the chaos at this time cannot understand how the oldest era of Taiyi existed; since the beginning of time, there has been a way to follow and a way to follow.

Yang Jian sighed softly, and didn't get too entangled in this matter.

He asked again: "Seniors, can the true spirit reincarnate in the true spirit river?"

"Reincarnation?" Liuli Treasure Lord shook his head lightly, and said with a smile, "in today's tangible world, there may be many misunderstandings about the true spirit river. True spirits do not exist in the true spirit river, but true spirits exist everywhere in the chaos.

"If you cut off the Long River of True Spirits with a knife, you can see a great world in it. And if you walk half a step down the Long River of True Spirits, and then cut off the Long River of True Spirits, what you see is still that great world, only a little later in time."

The Avenue of Time?

A little light flashed in Yang Jian's heart, but it disappeared quickly.

Can Ling, a sage with the appearance of a scribe, said with a smile: "The Dao of the True Spirit was very prosperous in the beginning of time, but now there is no one method in the Dao. It is only natural that you don't know."

Another old man said: "The true spirit is immortal, and if it travels in the tangible world, if it has a chance, it will evolve into a primordial spirit. Primordial spirit, the beginning of primordial soul, is the root of all spirits."

"The primordial soul goes from rise to fall, heaven and earth go from dawn to dusk, and living beings go from birth to death, returning to the true spirit, and swimming in the realm of form. This is the principle of the immortality of the true spirit."

Yang Jian nodded slowly, saying that he was taught, and then thought for a while.

To put it simply, the true spirit itself can 'reincarnate' on its own, but the process is extremely long.

This theory also explained clearly why the prehistoric world was not overwhelmed by the 'souls' of those dead creatures before the Six Paths of Reincarnation was opened up. In fact, those 'backlogged souls' were slowly dissipating the power of the original soul, returning to the true spirit, and wandering outside the world.

If one continues to study the true spirit, and ends this life, perhaps one will be able to discover the true meaning of the existence of this world.

The higher the level, the less he knew what he knew. Yang Jian sighed in his heart for a while, and got the most important answer of this trip.

Probably, that white shadow should be able to survive.

Yang Jian asked: "Is the true spirit really immortal?"

One person laughed and said, "That's right, the true spirit is indeed indestructible, even if a saint makes a move, it cannot really destroy the true spirit."

Yang Jian couldn't help thinking of the battle between himself and the Heavenly General Mo Han many years ago, when he killed Mo Han's 'true spirit', so what was the one who killed it?

He asked the question in his heart, which caused a few chuckles.

Xue Ji smiled and said: "The candle flame can be extinguished, but the candle still remains."

Yang Jian froze for a moment, then smiled casually, and all the original troubles in his heart were swept away.

The true spirit is compared to a candle, and the lit candle is the soul; if the candle is blown out, the candle will disappear in the dark, but it still exists.

It's that simple.

Yang Jian came here today to seek solutions, so he continued to inquire.

"The predecessors are talking about the 'visible world', is there still an 'invisible world'?"

"Alas..." The Master of the Glass Treasure sighed, "We don't know whether there is an invisible realm, but at the peak of the Taishi era, we jointly searched the entire visible realm, but we couldn't find those powerful enemies who destroyed Taichu. So we proposed the tangible realm and the invisible realm, otherwise, where did the powerful enemies come from?"

Yang Jian couldn't help being silent, and thought for a long time in his heart. He thought he had solved a confusion and blown away a veil, but he didn't expect that there would be more confusion and more cover-ups behind him.

The entire visible world...means that the chaos actually has a boundary, but the Primordial Cultivator hasn't explored it yet.

All right, these have to be explored and realized step by step.

Yang Jian didn't ask any more questions. The saints and remnants began to ask Yang Jian about many details about his past life. Yang Jian weighed in his heart and told some details to these seniors who actually died.

Still no one knows, who is the one fighting the group of enemies alone.

All the sages speculated that the [Hua Ling Yun] they practiced had been changed due to the change of the dark primordial principles in the early days.

The best example is that none of the true spirits of the saints in Taishi can return from the spiritual cloud; let alone the spiritual cloud wrapped the saint's body, and then stood up to fight the enemy. This kind of thing is a bit of a fantasy.

But what Yang Jian said was not false, and [Hua Lingyun] didn't feel the slightest sense of regret, so it should be the influence of the change of the Tao.

After staying in the saint's tomb for a few days, Liuli Baozhu sent Yang Jian back to Xuandu City.

When stepping out of the glazed door, Yang Jian already felt in his heart that he would not go to the saint's tomb for a long time.

But after all, I still have to go, there is a powerful enemy suppressing there, that is the existence that can answer all questions and all doubts.

Sighing, the strength is still far from enough...

Yang Jian looked at the witches practicing in the corner of Xuandu City, and was a little dazed.

Then he released the little eagle and teased it in his hands, causing the little eagle to squint comfortably and rub against Yang Jian's fingers affectionately.

Let it stand on his shoulders honestly, Yang Jian is going out of Xuandu City to follow Xiao Hei's trail and get rid of the demon master Kunpeng as soon as possible.

Just as he was about to leave, he suddenly saw the fourteenth puppet wrapped in cloth waving on the city wall. Yang Jian flew to the city wall without thinking too much.

"What's wrong?" Yang Jian asked curiously.

On weekdays, the four major puppets are in a closed state, unless Yang Jian or Xuandu go to ask, they never take the initiative to greet others.

Puppet Fourteen pointed to the other wall, and said in a slightly surprised voice, "The old man is looking for you."

"Old man?"

Yang Jian leaned over and glanced over there, and immediately saw the old man sitting among a pile of iron and stones. Thinking of what Xuan Du had said about this old man, Yang Jian was stunned.

Isn't this guy crazy?

The puppet Dao powerhouse who was at the same time as the Great God Pan Gu, in order to use the puppet way to prove the Dao and sanctify, forcibly molded himself into a puppet...

Then, the puppet Taoist also created countless puppets in Xuandu City...

"Go quickly." Puppet Fourteen urged, Yang Jian nodded, jumped down from the top of the city, landed a hundred feet away from the old man, and walked over.

"Junior Yang Jian, pay my respects to senior."

Yang Jian shouted from a distance, the old man who was putting together the puppets raised his head, his lifeless eyes and messy long hair made Yang Jian stop in his tracks.

The old man stared blankly at Yang Jian for a while, as if his spirituality was not as good as that of Puppet Fourteen; but Yang Jian didn't dare to be careless in his heart, and had a preconceived respect for the strong man who was the same generation as God Pangu.

finally……

"The reincarnation of a sage... eight or nine mysterious arts... Yang Jian... come here..."

The old man stood up slowly, his movements a little stiff, and under the robe seemed to be two wooden legs carved from rotten wood, which made Yang Jian feel that the rotten wood would break at any time.

The puppet old man slowly raised his hand and patted the city wall lightly. Then he heard the sound of a machine gun, and a stone door opened silently, and a fiery breath rushed towards his face from inside.

The inside of the city wall seems to be hollowed out?

Yang Jian stepped up to follow, looked inside cautiously, and immediately paid a respect.

This uses the mustard seed method of the universe to extend the universe inside the city wall by a hundred times...

The inside seems to be a vast 'factory workshop', with busy figures everywhere, magma rushing in the grooves, and 'gears' the size of tens of feet floating in the air everywhere, slowly rotating...

And the busy figures everywhere, upon closer inspection, turned out to be the appearance of a puppet old man.

"Puppet Dao... incarnation...is to create countless selves...hehe..."

The puppet old man said with a blank face, walking in front with his hands behind his back.

Yang Jian kept looking around, feeling the shock in his heart wave after wave. There were too many situations that he couldn't explain, and too many novel things that made him curious.

Puppet Road...Technology?

No wonder, how an old man can make hundreds of thousands or millions of puppets with his own hands in a short period of time.

Here, Yang Jian saw the first assembly line in the prehistoric era...

At that moment, Yang Jian seemed to hear a 'ding' and saw a brand new 'technology tree'.

"Here... come in... I'll... change... my mouth..."