The Great Tao Chronicle - v2 Chapter 935

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The bronze mirror is no longer visible, but the purple light in the Netherworld has never dimmed at all, but instead has become more and more intense with the passage of time.

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A group of ghosts in the underworld bathed in purple light, and their expressions changed a lot.

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“teacher……”

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Sa Wuling stands in a ghostly body, looking at the sky to the extreme, with his eyesight he can see everything clearly.

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On the sky above the divine court, the giant **** formed by the interweaving of legal principles sat high on the throne, and a round of purple sun surveyed the sky and crossed the border, and the purple light flourished wherever he passed.

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The six-round great sun, which had been dimming since 8,000 years ago, was also completely extinguished, collapsed, and shattered in the ever-growing purple light.

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Announced the complete end of the Genesis of the Gods.

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A new era is coming.

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Ye Xiaoyi didn’t say a word, and when the bronze mirror vacated the air, she already chased away.

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“Wuwu, you, why did you leave again, why did you leave again…”

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Gou Huang was emotional, sometimes fell to the ground crying, and sometimes screamed in the sky, the high-pitched and harsh sound waves made the crowd frown again and again.

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He also woke up the old Buddha who was in a trance.

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“Yuanyang, Yuanyang…”

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In the faint murmur, Miesheng’s expression subsided, but he felt the changes in his body, and his mind was difficult to calm for a while.

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The origin of man is the only one, and it will not become three just because you cut yourself into three parts. Even if he has a shocking means to bridge his origin, he will take another part from Bodhi.

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But after all, there is a line.

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Although there is only a small difference, this difference means that he is still not perfect.

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Not being perfect means he can’t go further, no matter how many spiritual things he enlightens, the same is true.

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But at this moment, feeling the completeness and perfection of himself, he felt uneasy for a while, more complicated than joy.

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“he……”

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Taoist Bodhi, who also felt the change in himself, sighed slightly, and looked at the giant **** who played with the years above the divine court and controlled yin and yang.

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Above the divine court, Yuan Yang sat high on the divine throne, looking at the ghost with calm and ruthless eyes, neither joy nor sadness, and without the slightest emotional fluctuations.

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“I can’t feel his breath anymore…”

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Bodhi looked at the annihilation of life, and there was a hint of bitterness in his eyes. He was not a hard-hearted person, and at this time, he felt even more emotional.

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“Is it easy to get along?”

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Mieshengzhan kept the distracting thoughts in his heart, and replied indifferently: “Not only his breath, but as the years go by, his emotions, sorrows, and even his memories will dissipate, leaving only a trace of obsession…

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In this way, it is called selflessness…”

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Miesheng’s voice was calm and cold, and there was also a trace of undetectable regret.

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Good, evil, ego!

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Bodhi’s heart trembled: “Three corpses beheaded?!”

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The method of the three corpses originally came from Xuan Xing, Su Jie, who was born with great luck, and successfully deduced it through the “Dayan Tiantong”.

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There are many strange things about this method, it is extremely difficult to practice, and it has great uncertainty. It involves one’s own soul and mind, and if there is a slight error, it will be completely destroyed.

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The three corpses were cut to pieces, but even Dayan Tiantong had never been deduced, and only a few corners could see the possibility.

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In theory, good and evil are cut out, and the mind is already complete.

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No one can guess what the consequences of three corpses will be, but in his opinion, this is very likely to be a real death!

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“Do you think he will die?”

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Seemingly aware of Bodhi’s suspicion, Mie Sheng first sneered, with an incomprehensible light in his eyes:

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“Among the Three Thousand Killing Dao Map of the Star Master, this level is also called ‘Nirvana’!”

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Nirvana is neither death nor rebirth.

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Nirvana is a state of non-birth and non-destruction, a state of life and death circulating in life and death, a state of non-birth and non-death, and the meaning of perfection and eternity.

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This is a necessary process to lead to the realm that is truly at the same level as the heavens and at the same level as the Tao, the extreme of the Tao.

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Without this process, there is no real achievement.

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The emperors and all saints crossed this pass to form the heaven and the earth. In the land of the emperor, their power is even stronger than that of the landlord of the starry sky.

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This is the reason why they are not regarded as ants by the landlord of the starry sky.

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“You mean…”

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Bodhi thought deeply, his realm was no less than that of annihilation and birth, and he naturally sensed what was in it.

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“Nirvana?”

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I do not know when Sa Wuling appeared in front of the two of them, bowed slightly, first called ‘Uncle Shi’, and then said:

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“Dare to ask Shishu, what does Nirvana mean?”

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“Master?”

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Mie Sheng’s eyes flashed with a trace of ill will, and just then he calmed down and said lightly: “At this time, your teacher still has a memory, so you didn’t ask him, but came to ask me?”

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Having said that, with a flick of the sleeves, it is only assumed that the Five Tombs of Sa do not exist.

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“This……”

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Sa Wuling shook his head and laughed, but he breathed a sigh of relief. Seeing that Destruction seemed to want to leave, he just asked daringly:

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“Dare to ask… what is the old Buddha’s intention?”

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“If you don’t go, will he punish me after his memory has completely disappeared?”

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Extinguishing Life stepped on the void, swiped it with a hand, and at the same time threw out a stream of light, it disappeared into the darkness, escaping the void and breaking the world:

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“Give this thing back to him!”

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“Ok?”

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Sa Wuling took over that stream of light, and his brows could not help wrinkling. This seemed to be the corner of a simple picture scroll…

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“Looking back at my life, it seems that I have done something, and it seems that I have not done anything. But, after all, I have gone for a while, and now, it is time to leave…”

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Daoist Bodhi looked around, scrutinized the world in detail, and finally sighed, shaking his hand and throwing out a stream of light.

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“Send this together…”

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“Uncle Master?” Sa Wuling took the streamer, and the Taoist Bodhi had disappeared and disappeared, only the voice drifted between heaven and earth:

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“Go, go too…”

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After many years of separation, Sa Wuling has thought about the reunion with the teacher more than once.

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But no matter how much preparation he had, when he saw An Qisheng sitting high on the throne of God, a huge sadness still flooded his heart.

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The divine court is majestic and sacred, with palaces in groups, and everywhere on the floating island, many spirit beasts and birds play and frolic among the flowers and plants.

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The court of the gods is the highest in all realms, and the seat of God sits high on the court of God.

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However, Khosa Wuling was somewhat unable to speak, so he just bowed longly: “Unworthy disciple Sa Wuling, see the teacher…”

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Under the throne, Ye Xiaoyi had already burst into tears, trying not to cry.

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“After so many years, you’re getting older.”

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On the pedestal, the goddess, who was similar to An Qisheng’s voice and face, stroked the female disciple’s long hair, and sighed:

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“You are born from your heart, you haven’t had a hard time these years.”

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Sa Wuling took a deep breath, his eyes flushed: “It’s okay, it’s okay…”

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“Teacher, you are now…” Sa Wuling was worried.

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The moment he set foot in the divine court, he already sensed something different. The teacher was still the teacher, but the aura on his body was gradually transforming.

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Become purer, more peaceful, more vast, and more ruthless.

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Could it be true that as the death of life said, the teacher will lose all memories and emotions?

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“If not, I can’t stay in this world forever.”

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Kamito shook his head slightly, dreaming, there is a limit.

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“Nirvana?”

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Sa Wuling’s heart moved: “Is it not life or death…”

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“It’s not clear in a few words, you just need to remember that the saints may not really die, there are still great enemies outside the sky, but for a while, they won’t really come…”

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Kamito said, and suddenly frowned slightly: “There are some things that are probably too late to say…”

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He bent a finger, and a purple light had already fallen in front of Sa Wuling, turning it into a book.

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At the same time, the shadows of two quaint picture scrolls also flew to the throne.

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“The Great Enemy…”

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Sa Wuling’s heart sank slightly. At this time, the teacher has already used Qi to unite the heaven and the earth, replacing the saints as the only supreme between heaven and earth.

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Its power must surpass the former six saints, and there are enemies?

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“Go!”

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Kamito sighed a little tiredly, and when he waved his hand, an invisible force had already wrapped the two of them out of the temple:

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“In the future, don’t come…”

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Boom!

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The door to the temple closed, Ye Xiaoyi’s heart trembled, feeling the teacher’s breath and traces disappearing rapidly, she couldn’t help but feel great sadness:

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“teacher!”

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Sa Wuling held a purple book in his hand, before standing in a daze in the temple, after a long, long time, he bowed, and his sleeves fell to the ground:

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“I must live up to the teacher’s entrustment…”

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“Saint first…”

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On the Tianqi stage, Long Xingyi, who is already the Lord of the Four Continents, stood with his hands behind his back. Under the emperor’s crown, a trace of sadness appeared on Junmei’s unusual face: “Will there be a day of goodbye?”

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Long Xingyi walked on the Tianqi platform, leaning on the railing and looking down, leading from the mountains one after another, the Linghe River running through the thousands of urban areas of the imperial capital, and flowing into every household by itself.

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It is the necessity of life and the necessity of practice.

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Eight thousand years have passed. In the imperial capital, Lingquan Mansion, and even the entire Nanzhan, there are people in almost every household who practice the way of Qi Refinement.

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And with the advent of the Dao of Humanity, the atmosphere of cultivation has become more and more intense under the communication between the two worlds. A single city in the imperial capital is no less than 3,000 qi cultivators compared to the former Primordial Spirit.

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Thousands of prefectures, and even the world, there are more and more.

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Unifying the four continents, Dazhou has become so powerful that the imperial capital can handle thousands of times more people every day than it was 8,000 years ago.

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At this time ~www.mtlnovel.com~ the entire city was boiling with excitement, and under the purple sun, all the refiners who were wielding the Qi machine felt the bottleneck loosening.

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I only felt that the shackles that had troubled me for a long time disappeared as the days passed, and an inexplicable lightness filled my body and mind from the inside out.

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And where no one noticed, the spirit between heaven and earth gradually became stronger, and there were also spiritual grasses quietly growing in the collapsed and self-recovering mountains, rivers and grasslands.

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“Maybe there will be a day in the future when there will still be disputes in the world, but before I die, I will carry all of this…”

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Long Xingyi muttered to himself, but he knew that the one would definitely hear it.

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Because he can feel that from the sky above, there are a pair of eyes watching him, or, in other words, watching all beings.

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It seems that if you raise your head three feet, there is a god.

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In the imperial capital, the Confucian Academy, the backyard, and the quiet hut can be heard from the sound of writing in a hurry.

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Shashasha~~~

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Zeng San sat at his desk and wrote a sick book, leaving a line of cursive script on the history book. Many words jumped and changed. If spirituality was generally turned into various bubbles, it was uncertain.

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The purple sun rises, the sun falls…

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The purple sun patrols the sky, and there is a vision between heaven and earth, or it may be the sorrow of the fallen saints, or it may be the congratulations for the enlightenment of the ‘Sage of the Tao’…

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This day may be called Yuanyang Era, the first year!

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