Chapter 910
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Looking at the scene in front of him, Zhou Bai was surprised: "is this the so-called memory of mending the void?"
At the moment, Zhou Bai still remembers that almost all the memories he got in the past are Ji WuFan's efforts to use the 64 trigrams to fill the void.
"So this memory is the picture when he really used the 64 trigrams to fill the void?"
……
"Master!"
A teenager appeared in the picture and said respectfully, "all the Yang God friars in the world have been counted."
In the sky, a fairy with flowing clothes and ripples in the Tao space came to the front: "WuFan immortal, all the immortals of the seven Tao veins in the world have been here."
Another god wearing armor, burning golden flames all over his body, brought a rainbow down: "immortal Zun, the Twelve Gods in heaven, a total of 3600 gods."
Looking at the people, immortals and gods in the picture, an old voice came from the outside of the picture: "since my Ziyun palace forged sixty-four trigrams to fill the void, all the people except me were killed by the void, these 400 years have passed, and generations of heroes have sacrificed countless people's years and food of cultivation..."
"Today, the sixty-four trigrams have been completed. Finally, they can fill the void and reshape the way of heaven..."
The boy looked over with tears on his face: "master..."
The old voice said, "parting in life and death is a natural part of the way of heaven. You and I are monks. Don't be such a little girl, and the purple cloud palace will be yours."
The boy choked back his tears and said: "... The disciple will carry forward the Ziyun palace, and all people in the world can cultivate immortals regardless of their status."
"If the Terran can be passed on from generation to generation, I'll rest assured."
The picture turned to an immortal and a God on the side, and the old voice sounded, "after that, it's up to you to cut off the void."
An immortal and a god nodded respectfully.
The next moment, I saw countless immortals and friars unite as if they had formed a big formation.
Sixty four pillars of light penetrated the sky and earth, and finally stabbed into the vortex one by one.
Each light column stabs into the vortex, and the black vortex will shrink.
When the last pillar of light stabbed away, the picture in front of me moved forward with the pillar of light, and with a loud bang, it was thrown into the pillar of light together.
……
Looking at the boundless darkness in front of him, Zhou Bai said in his heart, "this is Ji WuFan, with 64 trigrams, crashing into the void together?"
Just when Zhou Bai was thinking about whether this memory was over, the darkness in front of him suddenly dissipated.
What appeared in front of Zhou Bai were the fleeting mountain gates, various monks, human beings and gods.
Fragments appeared in front of him. Although he couldn't see the details clearly, he could know the track of historical development.
……
One year later.
The boy stood on the main hall of Ziyun palace and looked at the new disciples in front of the hall, with a smile on his face.
He turned around, saw the golden statue of Ji WuFan, and sighed, "master, now the world is peaceful, under the purple cloud palace, everyone can practice Taoism, no longer distinguish between high and low."
"Tianting has confiscated all the void Daoism, and the seven Taoist arteries have banned the use of void power."
"In hundreds and thousands of years, no one in the world will know the power of vanity."
"I ask God tiantingzheng to build this statue for you with Taihao Xiangang. It will exist for hundreds of millions of years. One looks at the future of mankind."
……
The light and shadow beat, and the picture in front of me became brighter and brighter.
A hundred years later.
The teenager has become a young man, with vicissitudes in his eyes.
Looking at the huge statue in front of him, the young man sighed, "master, no one in the world now knows the existence of void."
"The infiltration of void forces is almost nonexistent, and the world is thriving."
"Everyone of the Terrans now has the right to practice Taoism."
"Master, we succeeded."
"Tianting negotiated with the seven daomai to locate the day of mending the sky every year in the future to commemorate the efforts of you and your ancestors."
……
The light and shadow beat, and the picture in front of me was extremely bright, emitting bursts of soft light.
A thousand years later.
A young man with white hair was sitting in front of the statue, and his eyes seemed to have the rotation of stars and the alternation of sun and moon.
"All relevant information of the void has been cleared."
"Master, in this world, except for some immortals and old guys, no one remembers empty things."
"The connection between the void and the material world has been completely cut off by us."
"I am also about to fly. Over the years, we have explored more and more places, the number of monks is increasing, and geniuses emerge in endlessly every year."
"Terrans are more and more prosperous."
"Today is another day of mending the sky. Thank you, master."
"You created this prosperous age."
……
In the white light, the statue is surrounded by vicissitudes, and the wind and cloud change.
Ten thousand years later.
Two young monks passed by the statue, looked at it and said, "why is there such a statue in the backyard? Who is this man?"
"This is the founder of Ziyun palace, WuFan immortal Zun. The annual sky mending day is to commemorate him."
"Ah? This is what WuFan immortal Zun looks like? Mending the sky, is it really mending the sky?"
"According to several elders, the sky mending day should be the extinction crisis of the past great day."
"No more, no more. Go and prepare for the exam. I haven't been able to practice the golden elixir for 30 years. If I can't pass the exam again, the next supply will be reduced."
……
The picture changes, but it is not as bright as just now, but gradually begins to dim down.
100000 years later.
The statue is surrounded by ruins, which looks extremely desolate.
Dozens of lights broke through the cloud and fell around the statue.
"Is this the ancient daomai, the site of Ziyun palace?"
"It's said that in the past, Ziyun palace did not distinguish between high and low, and all mortals earned money and practiced Taoism in a unified way."
"Is there such a way? Isn't it a waste of a lot of money and grain on a stick of waste wood?"
"Isn't that true? Qualifications like ours are not common in all major channels, but one year of cultivation is equivalent to more than ten or hundred years of cultivation of ordinary people in the secular world."
"Everyone cultivates Taoism, but is digging his own grave, so the Ziyun palace is not as good as one generation after another. The cultivation funds of genius are diluted, and the foundation is insufficient. Mediocre talents waste their funds, but they can't achieve anything."
"It is said that the later leader wanted to improve the intrauterine system, expel all mediocre talents from the court, practice with a group of geniuses, and reorganize the Taoism."
"What happened?"
"They were besieged by thousands of times the number of mediocre monks. Although these geniuses were qualified, they did not really grow up because of the lack of cultivation funds."
"In the end, both sides were hurt, and Ziyun palace was torn apart and withered day by day."
"Eh? There is still a statue here? Who is it carved?"
"I don't know. Maybe it's an elder in Ziyun palace."
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Looking at the scene in front of him, Zhou Bai was surprised: "is this the so-called memory of mending the void?"
At the moment, Zhou Bai still remembers that almost all the memories he got in the past are Ji WuFan's efforts to use the 64 trigrams to fill the void.
"So this memory is the picture when he really used the 64 trigrams to fill the void?"
……
"Master!"
A teenager appeared in the picture and said respectfully, "all the Yang God friars in the world have been counted."
In the sky, a fairy with flowing clothes and ripples in the Tao space came to the front: "WuFan immortal, all the immortals of the seven Tao veins in the world have been here."
Another god wearing armor, burning golden flames all over his body, brought a rainbow down: "immortal Zun, the Twelve Gods in heaven, a total of 3600 gods."
Looking at the people, immortals and gods in the picture, an old voice came from the outside of the picture: "since my Ziyun palace forged sixty-four trigrams to fill the void, all the people except me were killed by the void, these 400 years have passed, and generations of heroes have sacrificed countless people's years and food of cultivation..."
"Today, the sixty-four trigrams have been completed. Finally, they can fill the void and reshape the way of heaven..."
The boy looked over with tears on his face: "master..."
The old voice said, "parting in life and death is a natural part of the way of heaven. You and I are monks. Don't be such a little girl, and the purple cloud palace will be yours."
The boy choked back his tears and said: "... The disciple will carry forward the Ziyun palace, and all people in the world can cultivate immortals regardless of their status."
"If the Terran can be passed on from generation to generation, I'll rest assured."
The picture turned to an immortal and a God on the side, and the old voice sounded, "after that, it's up to you to cut off the void."
An immortal and a god nodded respectfully.
The next moment, I saw countless immortals and friars unite as if they had formed a big formation.
Sixty four pillars of light penetrated the sky and earth, and finally stabbed into the vortex one by one.
Each light column stabs into the vortex, and the black vortex will shrink.
When the last pillar of light stabbed away, the picture in front of me moved forward with the pillar of light, and with a loud bang, it was thrown into the pillar of light together.
……
Looking at the boundless darkness in front of him, Zhou Bai said in his heart, "this is Ji WuFan, with 64 trigrams, crashing into the void together?"
Just when Zhou Bai was thinking about whether this memory was over, the darkness in front of him suddenly dissipated.
What appeared in front of Zhou Bai were the fleeting mountain gates, various monks, human beings and gods.
Fragments appeared in front of him. Although he couldn't see the details clearly, he could know the track of historical development.
……
One year later.
The boy stood on the main hall of Ziyun palace and looked at the new disciples in front of the hall, with a smile on his face.
He turned around, saw the golden statue of Ji WuFan, and sighed, "master, now the world is peaceful, under the purple cloud palace, everyone can practice Taoism, no longer distinguish between high and low."
"Tianting has confiscated all the void Daoism, and the seven Taoist arteries have banned the use of void power."
"In hundreds and thousands of years, no one in the world will know the power of vanity."
"I ask God tiantingzheng to build this statue for you with Taihao Xiangang. It will exist for hundreds of millions of years. One looks at the future of mankind."
……
The light and shadow beat, and the picture in front of me became brighter and brighter.
A hundred years later.
The teenager has become a young man, with vicissitudes in his eyes.
Looking at the huge statue in front of him, the young man sighed, "master, no one in the world now knows the existence of void."
"The infiltration of void forces is almost nonexistent, and the world is thriving."
"Everyone of the Terrans now has the right to practice Taoism."
"Master, we succeeded."
"Tianting negotiated with the seven daomai to locate the day of mending the sky every year in the future to commemorate the efforts of you and your ancestors."
……
The light and shadow beat, and the picture in front of me was extremely bright, emitting bursts of soft light.
A thousand years later.
A young man with white hair was sitting in front of the statue, and his eyes seemed to have the rotation of stars and the alternation of sun and moon.
"All relevant information of the void has been cleared."
"Master, in this world, except for some immortals and old guys, no one remembers empty things."
"The connection between the void and the material world has been completely cut off by us."
"I am also about to fly. Over the years, we have explored more and more places, the number of monks is increasing, and geniuses emerge in endlessly every year."
"Terrans are more and more prosperous."
"Today is another day of mending the sky. Thank you, master."
"You created this prosperous age."
……
In the white light, the statue is surrounded by vicissitudes, and the wind and cloud change.
Ten thousand years later.
Two young monks passed by the statue, looked at it and said, "why is there such a statue in the backyard? Who is this man?"
"This is the founder of Ziyun palace, WuFan immortal Zun. The annual sky mending day is to commemorate him."
"Ah? This is what WuFan immortal Zun looks like? Mending the sky, is it really mending the sky?"
"According to several elders, the sky mending day should be the extinction crisis of the past great day."
"No more, no more. Go and prepare for the exam. I haven't been able to practice the golden elixir for 30 years. If I can't pass the exam again, the next supply will be reduced."
……
The picture changes, but it is not as bright as just now, but gradually begins to dim down.
100000 years later.
The statue is surrounded by ruins, which looks extremely desolate.
Dozens of lights broke through the cloud and fell around the statue.
"Is this the ancient daomai, the site of Ziyun palace?"
"It's said that in the past, Ziyun palace did not distinguish between high and low, and all mortals earned money and practiced Taoism in a unified way."
"Is there such a way? Isn't it a waste of a lot of money and grain on a stick of waste wood?"
"Isn't that true? Qualifications like ours are not common in all major channels, but one year of cultivation is equivalent to more than ten or hundred years of cultivation of ordinary people in the secular world."
"Everyone cultivates Taoism, but is digging his own grave, so the Ziyun palace is not as good as one generation after another. The cultivation funds of genius are diluted, and the foundation is insufficient. Mediocre talents waste their funds, but they can't achieve anything."
"It is said that the later leader wanted to improve the intrauterine system, expel all mediocre talents from the court, practice with a group of geniuses, and reorganize the Taoism."
"What happened?"
"They were besieged by thousands of times the number of mediocre monks. Although these geniuses were qualified, they did not really grow up because of the lack of cultivation funds."
"In the end, both sides were hurt, and Ziyun palace was torn apart and withered day by day."
"Eh? There is still a statue here? Who is it carved?"
"I don't know. Maybe it's an elder in Ziyun palace."
Looking at the scene in front of him, Zhou Bai was surprised: "is this the so-called memory of mending the void?"At the moment, Zhou Bai still remembers that almost all the memories he got in the past are Ji WuFan's efforts to use the 64 trigrams to fill the void."So this memory is the picture when he really used the 64 trigrams to fill the void?""Master!"A teenager appeared in the picture and said respectfully, "all the Yang God friars in the world have been counted."In the sky, a fairy with flowing clothes and ripples in the Tao space came to the front: "WuFan immortal, all the immortals of the seven Tao veins in the world have been here."Another god wearing armor, burning golden flames all over his body, brought a rainbow down: "immortal Zun, the Twelve Gods in heaven, a total of 3600 gods."Looking at the people, immortals and gods in the picture, an old voice came from the outside of the picture: "since my Ziyun palace forged sixty-four trigrams to fill the void, all the people except me were killed by the void, these 400 years have passed, and generations of heroes have sacrificed countless people's years and food of cultivation...""Today, the sixty-four trigrams have been completed. Finally, they can fill the void and reshape the way of heaven..."The boy looked over with tears on his face: "master..."The old voice said, "parting in life and death is a natural part of the way of heaven. You and I are monks. Don't be such a little girl, and the purple cloud palace will be yours."The boy choked back his tears and said: "... The disciple will carry forward the Ziyun palace, and all people in the world can cultivate immortals regardless of their status.""If the Terran can be passed on from generation to generation, I'll rest assured."The picture turned to an immortal and a God on the side, and the old voice sounded, "after that, it's up to you to cut off the void."An immortal and a god nodded respectfully.The next moment, I saw countless immortals and friars unite as if they had formed a big formation.Sixty four pillars of light penetrated the sky and earth, and finally stabbed into the vortex one by one.Each light column stabs into the vortex, and the black vortex will shrink.When the last pillar of light stabbed away, the picture in front of me moved forward with the pillar of light, and with a loud bang, it was thrown into the pillar of light together.Looking at the boundless darkness in front of him, Zhou Bai said in his heart, "this is Ji WuFan, with 64 trigrams, crashing into the void together?"Just when Zhou Bai was thinking about whether this memory was over, the darkness in front of him suddenly dissipated.What appeared in front of Zhou Bai were the fleeting mountain gates, various monks, human beings and gods.Fragments appeared in front of him. Although he couldn't see the details clearly, he could know the track of historical development.One year later.The boy stood on the main hall of Ziyun palace and looked at the new disciples in front of the hall, with a smile on his face.He turned around, saw the golden statue of Ji WuFan, and sighed, "master, now the world is peaceful, under the purple cloud palace, everyone can practice Taoism, no longer distinguish between high and low.""Tianting has confiscated all the void Daoism, and the seven Taoist arteries have banned the use of void power.""In hundreds and thousands of years, no one in the world will know the power of vanity.""I ask God tiantingzheng to build this statue for you with Taihao Xiangang. It will exist for hundreds of millions of years. One looks at the future of mankind."The light and shadow beat, and the picture in front of me became brighter and brighter.A hundred years later.The teenager has become a young man, with vicissitudes in his eyes.Looking at the huge statue in front of him, the young man sighed, "master, no one in the world now knows the existence of void.""The infiltration of void forces is almost nonexistent, and the world is thriving.""Everyone of the Terrans now has the right to practice Taoism.""Master, we succeeded.""Tianting negotiated with the seven daomai to locate the day of mending the sky every year in the future to commemorate the efforts of you and your ancestors."The light and shadow beat, and the picture in front of me was extremely bright, emitting bursts of soft light.A thousand years later.A young man with white hair was sitting in front of the statue, and his eyes seemed to have the rotation of stars and the alternation of sun and moon."All relevant information of the void has been cleared.""Master, in this world, except for some immortals and old guys, no one remembers empty things.""The connection between the void and the material world has been completely cut off by us.""I am also about to fly. Over the years, we have explored more and more places, the number of monks is increasing, and geniuses emerge in endlessly every year.""Terrans are more and more prosperous.""Today is another day of mending the sky. Thank you, master.""You created this prosperous age."In the white light, the statue is surrounded by vicissitudes, and the wind and cloud change.Ten thousand years later.Two young monks passed by the statue, looked at it and said, "why is there such a statue in the backyard? Who is this man?""This is the founder of Ziyun palace, WuFan immortal Zun. The annual sky mending day is to commemorate him.""Ah? This is what WuFan immortal Zun looks like? Mending the sky, is it really mending the sky?""According to several elders, the sky mending day should be the extinction crisis of the past great day.""No more, no more. Go and prepare for the exam. I haven't been able to practice the golden elixir for 30 years. If I can't pass the exam again, the next supply will be reduced."The picture changes, but it is not as bright as just now, but gradually begins to dim down.100000 years later.The statue is surrounded by ruins, which looks extremely desolate.Dozens of lights broke through the cloud and fell around the statue."Is this the ancient daomai, the site of Ziyun palace?""It's said that in the past, Ziyun palace did not distinguish between high and low, and all mortals earned money and practiced Taoism in a unified way.""Is there such a way? Isn't it a waste of a lot of money and grain on a stick of waste wood?""Isn't that true? Qualifications like ours are not common in all major channels, but one year of cultivation is equivalent to more than ten or hundred years of cultivation of ordinary people in the secular world.""Everyone cultivates Taoism, but is digging his own grave, so the Ziyun palace is not as good as one generation after another. The cultivation funds of genius are diluted, and the foundation is insufficient. Mediocre talents waste their funds, but they can't achieve anything.""It is said that the later leader wanted to improve the intrauterine system, expel all mediocre talents from the court, practice with a group of geniuses, and reorganize the Taoism.""What happened?""They were besieged by thousands of times the number of mediocre monks. Although these geniuses were qualified, they did not really grow up because of the lack of cultivation funds.""In the end, both sides were hurt, and Ziyun palace was torn apart and withered day by day.""Eh? There is still a statue here? Who is it carved?""I don't know. Maybe it's an elder in Ziyun palace."
