Chapter 1841: Stillness and Movement

"Time Disk (80%)."

"Time Disk (81%)."

"..."

The progress of the Main Street market is steadily increasing.

As expected, the Ancient and Modern Wangyou Tower is truly a place of high law.

This place is similar to the Relics of God. Mysteries are not the limit, and transcendence can be achieved.

Xu Xiaoshou has withdrawn from the Demon Ancestor Time Node.

He didn't make a choice until the end, and Demon Ancestor seemed to have known that he didn't intend to give the answer so quickly from the beginning.

So in the end, all I said was "don't be in a hurry".

He showed great determination and confidence in himself. It seemed that as long as Xu Xiaoshou saw the development of the situation on the mainland after returning, he would be more determined to abandon the Eight Masters and seek cooperation with Him.

As for the secret of the top choice, and finally, the Demon Ancestor tapped his forehead with his fingertips and said the word "turntable"...

Walking along the long river of time, with the accumulation of the true meaning of time, Xu Xiaoshou suddenly felt hesitant as he felt more deeply about the way of time.

He just felt that he was getting lost here. There was only one thought flashing through his mind:

"Demon Ancestor, you know the carousel in my head..."

In fact, Xu Xiaoshou's mind is no longer a turntable, but a passive system interface.

But he knew how passive systems emerged.

He broke the pointer on the turntable and was forced to pick it out.

Demon Ancestor's reminder exposed his ignorance. He didn't know the truth about the passive system at all, and he still stayed at the most primitive stage of "turning the disk".

But it also revealed his omniscience. The Demon Ancestor actually knew a thing or two about his biggest secret?

"How did He know it?"

"He can know it, which proves that he is not the only one who knows about the existence of the 'Turntable'. It is impossible to say that there are other ancestor gods who know it..."

On the other side of the world, the understanding of the world of mortals is still seeping in.

The long river of time, from the White Cave to the East Heavenly King City, to Void Island, and even to the subsequent Yujing City, the Four Symbols Secret Realm, and the Relics of God.

All kinds of pasts, all kinds of pasts that do not belong to me, come one after another.

This massive amount of "experiences", either his own or not, almost drowned Xu Xiaoshou in the long river of time.

Fortunately, the only thing he can anchor himself to is a string of steadily rising numbers.

"Time Disk (88%)."

"Time Disk (89%)."

"..."

At this point, Xu Xiaoshou has completed his life in the five realms and watched the flowers bloom and fall all over again.

He planted ninety-nine seeds in the Yun Dao field, and held the last one alone, but it has not yet been planted.

"Wangyou Tower in Ancient and Modern Times..."

On the long river of time, he came to the present moment in the real world, and once again entered the ancient and modern Wangyou Tower.

He saw himself.

Sitting cross-legged on the ground, demonic energy surged around his body, his brows furrowed, as if he had fallen into some difficult dilemma.

"Of course it's difficult. I can't even figure it out myself, let alone myself..."

Walking on the long river of time, looking at myself enlightening myself in the ancient and modern Wangyou Tower, I see myself, but I am not myself.

It's so mysterious and magical that it can't help but make people sigh.

Xu Xiaoshou suddenly understood that the path of time is incomprehensible, and the deeper one understands it, the more lost he becomes.

He simply gave up thinking and turned his attention again to the ancient and modern Wangyou Tower, which made people extremely sad.

"Gugu..."

The boiling teapot had been left untouched for too long.

The boiling white smoke floats up from the spout, without any shape, just like time.

"Shuisha..."

Mr. Siren was sitting next to the tea table, fidgeting restlessly, and couldn't stop fanning his folding fan.

The eight figures were leaning against the door, calm and composed, their eyes falling on themselves, and occasionally raising their heads to look out the window.

Kong Yuhen had already descended from the wooden ladder and went to the table on the left side of the attic. He was half-leaning there, unconsciously turning a sharp wood carving knife in his hand.

"Xian Yuhen, are you good at carpentry?"

Xu Xiaoshou was thoughtful, remembering that the last time he entered the Ancient and Modern Wangyou Tower, it was clear that he was also carving the underworld.

The wood carvings he carved are so weird, with heads inside heads, like matryoshka dolls in a time cage. Just one look at them makes people feel like their souls are about to be sucked into the abyss.

"Huang Quan, have you been sucked into the abyss?"

Xu Xiaoshou thought of this figure again. He has never appeared in the Five Realms so far.

Huang Quan is not here.

Huang Quan's wood carvings are still there.

Xu Xiaoshou looked at the wood carvings on the table, thinking that these were Kong Yuhen's proud works.

In addition to Huang Quan, there are also ten wooden sculptures and other beings that look familiar to me but can't name them.

"Perhaps, they were all figures of that era who could rival the ten statues."

The wood carvings may have been left there for a long time, and I have never wiped them clean. Some of the heads and shoulders have accumulated thick dust, just like time.

"There seemed to be no dust before..."

Muttering silently, Xu Xiaoshou suddenly became alert and saw that in addition to the wood carvings, there were other wooden gadgets on the table.

There are combs, wooden clocks, pitching pots, wooden targets, turntables, and so on, all of which seem to be pastimes for passing the time.

"Turntable!"

Xu Xiaoshou's pupils were shocked.

He walked closer and quickly grabbed the turntable.

But the turntable was only wood-colored, with no gold and red divisions, no hands that could be fiddled with, and no words such as "active system" and "passive system" engraved on it.

I put down the turntable and felt lost.

Expectations and disappointments are just like time.

"time……"

Xu Xiaoshou pinched the last Yun Dao Seed. At this point, he could associate time with everything he saw and felt.

He was hesitant, even if the eight masters told him the truth, he suddenly lost his original courage to transform the time disk into a super-realization.

"Time, what is it?"

He has gone through his own life and seen countless lives of others, but he still has not been able to get an accurate answer.

He cast his gaze out the window of Gujin Wangyou Tower.

It was noon, there was no flying snow, and the sun was shining brightly in the sky.

In a daze, the sun was setting in the west, and the curtain was fading over the mountains.

"time……"

Xu Xiaoshou realized something again.

Time is movement, like the boiling white smoke on the teapot.

Time is stillness, just like the dust on the wooden carvings of the table.

Time is the motionless scorching sun at noon, and the sinking sunset at dusk.

Time is the only unit to measure everything in the world, but time is defined by people, and time itself is nothingness.

It seems to exist?

It doesn't seem to exist?

"What is the end of time?"

Xu Xiaoshou became curious about this question again.

He withdrew his gaze from the window. After walking through the future, he turned his gaze to the end of the long river of time.

The fog covered his eyes, the road ahead was unknown, and Xu Xiaoshou could not get the answer.

Is time a line segment with end points at both ends, a straight line that can be extended indefinitely, a circle connecting end to end, or a Möbius strip?

There is no answer.

Xu Xiaoshou let out a long sigh of relief and stood on the ancient and modern Wangyou Tower, with the Time Disk on full fire.

He tried to encapsulate the long river of time and glimpse its source and end.

But time has no source and is endless. The long river of time flows from behind and rushes away into the distance. He is as small as gravel in the river, so he doesn't know what to say.

"Someone!"

In a trance, Xu Xiaoshou saw countless figures on the river of time, and he concentrated on them.

But very vague.

Those countless figures looked like himself, but also like Kong Yuhen, and they seemed to be standing at the source and the end... Shizu?

They all turned their backs to themselves.

The truth of time cannot be discerned at all.

"Perhaps this is the truth of time?"

Xu Xiaoshou felt bored. In the blink of an eye, all the figures on the long river of time disappeared, as if they had never been there, just like time.

Time is empty.

There is no joy in time, and all sorrow and joy are in vain, but there are people!

So when time comes to people, what is left in the end is hesitation, and what is left is hatred?

"..."

Xu Xiaoshou was silent for an unknown long time, retreating from the long river of time. Xu Xiaoshou, who was sitting cross-legged in the ancient and modern Wangyou Tower to realize the Tao, opened his eyes.

He was filled with demonic aura, as if nothing had happened just now, and he raised his eyes to glance at the Eight Masters beside the wooden door.

The three people in Wangyoulou, ancient and modern, all noticed it.

Mei Si stood up in shock and stopped talking.

Kong Yuhen turned back from the table and didn't notice that the turntable on the table seemed to have been moved by something.

The Eight Masters withdrew their gaze from the splendid Mysterious Time Formation where Xu Xiaoshou sat, looked at the young man, and asked quietly:

"Ready?"

Xu Xiaoshou took a deep breath and nodded: "Yes."

"Xu Xiaoshou!"

Mei Siren stepped forward and wanted to say something, but in the end he just squatted down and shook his fist heavily at him: "You can do it."

"Xu Xiaoshou."

Kong Yuhen also spoke, Xu Xiaoshou looked at him, and after seeing him pondering, he whispered: "Face the time."

The Eight Masters also stood up from the wooden door. Although they still had their hands folded across their chests, there was a smile on their lips and they said one more sentence:

"Don't worry, I'll watch."

Xu Xiaoshou nodded again and closed his eyes.

He no longer hesitated, planted the last Yun Dao seed on the Yun Dao field, and completely threw himself into the Tao of Time.

"Time Disk (90%)."

boom!

The self seems to be falling apart and the world is falling apart.

The ancient and modern Wangyou Tower was gone, and a sect of chaos invaded. After an unknown period of time, countless cracks in different dimensions opened up all over the world.

At his feet, a small square platform formed.

"This is……"

…

"Why hasn't Mr. Shou come back yet?"

In Lingyu Mountain, Li Fugui held a golden apricot in his hand and was anxious.

The sky is falling!

No one had ever thought that the first to cause trouble would be the Qi Duan Forbidden Time Realm Crack.

According to the news, three monsters appeared there, suspected to be the highest semi-saint level, that is, the level of Ten Lords and Master Shou.

The leader of Yansheng Alliance went to the battle in person and was cut in half with one blow.

The Half Saint of Heilou carried the banner and died in public childbirth.

Those three monsters, one is a giant purple eye, one is an ancient locust tree, and the other is a coffin under the tower. Others don't know what they are. Doesn't Li Fugui still know?

Where is the semi-saint!

These are clearly the three great ancestor gods!

When the news came, it was not as reliable as seeing it. Li Fugui created a scene of golden apricots, and an excited voice suddenly came from inside:

"Brothers, I am now in the Rift of Time. This is the frontline battlefield of the Northern Territory. You can see that what just flashed away was the sea of ​​thunder that flooded the sky."

"This is the strength of Quirehan!"

"This is the prestige of the head of the ten thrones!"

"Oh my God, you don't know. Just now, the Holy Tribulation and the Zuyuan Emperor Tribulation came out. Kui Leihan squeezed his hand, and the Thunder Tribulation was also thunder. He took it directly into his hand and turned it into a sky-shaking thunder hammer. …”

The evangelist's position was obviously at the very rear. After all, his life was important.

The palm apricot scene almost encompasses the entire Time Realm Crack Sifangtai battlefield.

Of course, the most eye-catching one is Que Leihan, who rises above the void with one strike and looks down at the three monsters in the sky.

The battle is raging.

Outside the void, a locust tree branch hangs down, like a god fishing, teasing all living beings, but when the branch reaches out, the remaining energy breaks through the Tao and shatters the void.

The number of spectators has exceeded one million early. This is just the beginning, and the number of spectators is still rising as time goes by.

After the introduction, everyone knew that it was this locust tree that stabbed the Black Tower Half-Saint just now. The latter had no power to resist and died on the spot.

But in the picture, Que Leihan raised his cloak and stepped into the air to greet him.

He didn't exert much force, just blasted away with such a simple hammer, and the branches of the locust tree that contained endless holy power and ancestral power were shattered on the spot.

"Is this all you can do, Bei Huai?"

In the dead silence of the battlefield, Que Leihan's voice was deafening: "Is this the only progress that has been made in decades? If you can't show any real skills, go home and give birth to your child as soon as possible!"

With one sentence, countless people watching the game were shocked on the spot. The screens kept floating, and Li Fugui immediately chose to close the comments.

The preacher also seemed to be going crazy and kept shouting:

"Is this Que Lei Han? It's a bit too strong. What kind of hammer is this hammer? The hammer of the mind? I can't understand it!"

"He just said 'Northern Sophora japonica', this Sophora japonica tree... could it be the Great Sophora japonica tree among the nine ancestral trees, and one of these foreign visitors is Bei Sophora japonica tree?"

"Ten seats, Beihuai!"

If the Buddha has a grudge, the prison will be full, and the sky without tears in Beihuai will be hurt... Li Fugui murmured in his heart, and his face was covered with gloom.

There is a complaint that the Buddha is at the old site of Guizhe.

Now there is Bei Huai in the crack of time.

Even though there is Quirehan on guard, why does it feel like something is wrong?

"How can Bei Huai's ability lead to impregnation and hold the Black Tower Half-Saint to death? If he appeared, no one would be able to make a sound in the time rift, and there would only be cries..."

Li Fugui has studied the information of the Ten Lords very deeply.

The sadness back then was too weak, and now the Sad Emperor doesn't even need to come. Once the power is leaked, everyone's emotions will be affected.

Not to mention that this evangelist should burst into tears.

Unexpectedly, we can also see the famous scene of the strong man from Quilehan crying!

"On the contrary, it is like what Mr. Shou described, the ability to create the infant sacred plant in the ruins of God, or..."

"The other one of the three ancestors is the Medicine Ancestor?!"

Da Shihuai is absolutely right.

Da Shihuai is also related to Yaozu.

That Beihuai must be related to the medicine ancestor among the ten ancestors, and they have no connection... Li Fugui wrote down this section and only waited to report it to Master Shou later.

In the scene of the battlefield in the time rift, a locust tree branch was broken, and the giant purple eye in the sky opened with a strange light.

Faintly, everyone seemed to be able to see an illusory high platform of skeletons built on top of which a slender man with three heads and six arms was taking a nap with his eyes closed.

"Shen Yin..."

Li Fugui's pupils trembled. Is Sui Yin about to take action?

But at the same time, the statue of the coffin under the inverted pagoda shone slightly with black light, and the evil spirit on the throne paused.

The image disappeared into nothingness, as if it had never been there.

Even the branches of Da Shi Sophora japonica, which was exploring the cracks and plane nodes of the time realm like a demon, and could occasionally get in, were all retracted accordingly.

"Scared away!"

The evangelist's excited voice came out, "Three big monsters... existed, but they were scared away by the ten Quilehans with a hammer! The Quilehans were so terrifying!"

Were you really scared away?

Li Fugui had no reason to panic. He just felt that this was the prelude to the coming storm. Suddenly he felt something and looked to the north.

"Woo——"

In a distant place, evil ghosts sing.

Accompanied by the sound of sword chanting, it came from Wuming and resounded throughout the five regions.

At this moment, not to mention the nearby Lingyu Mountain Li Fugui, the Sword Washing Pool at the Sword Tomb, the World of Flowers in the Desert, Fengjia City Sword Pavilion, Fusang and other major ancient sword cultivators...

All over the five regions, the spirit swords flew into the sky, looking north and worshiping, as if to welcome the arrival of the Supreme Being.

"Blessings never come in pairs, misfortunes never come alone..."

Li Fugui's face turned pale, and he vaguely understood something.

He looked around, but there was no one around. He wanted to ask for help, but he was looking for Mr. Wu Shou.

At the same time, the golden apricot in Li Fugui's hand trembled, and a report from his subordinates at the old Guizhan site jumped out.

It’s simple, with only two words, but it’s like a bolt from the blue:

"Hua, come."