Chapter 221 The Creator's Instinct
Time is like a knife. Even the gods in the court felt a sense of desolation. The Immortal Queen, the Sun and Moon Gods and other ancient beings gradually retired.

No longer active between heaven and earth, time is like a terrible beast, chasing everyone.

The path to immortality in the mortal world can only be achieved in the human world and it is no longer a secret in the divine court.

The emperors are not under pressure of lifespan, and they are also exploring their own potential, hoping to break through themselves and pursue the path to immortality.

This is the pride of those who seek the truth. They are the chosen ones of an era. As long as there is a way to find, how could they give up easily?

"Becoming an emperor is just a starting point. Physical fitness doesn't mean anything. I will be stronger!"

After achieving enlightenment, Ye Fan seemed to have broken free from the shackles, his strength improved by leaps and bounds, and he gained more than others.

He was walking in an uninhabited area, a forbidden area that no saint in history had ever touched upon. It seemed as if he was blessed by heaven, making his practice smoother.

Gradually, he showed a trend of catching up. At least, although he had achieved enlightenment as well, the Golden Crow Emperor, the Yellow Emperor, Laozi and other beings had achieved far less than him.

"The grace of a gentleman will be exhausted after three generations, and the grace of a saint will be cut off after five generations. The lineage of the saint is virtuous to all spirits. Although the heaven and earth have no intention, they have the grace of destiny."

He consulted ancient books, deduced with extraordinary methods, and observed the secrets of heaven, and finally came to such a conclusion, which is relatively credible.

If you think about it carefully, it's not only the ruthless emperor who is making the bet. He is a creature with great luck. A dream of ten thousand years in the past was better than many years of practice.

Even though the secret of the previous word can peek into the secrets of heaven, it should not be used to borrow future results. It can only be attributed to the gift of luck of the holy body.

"I am here, eager for a fight, please teach me, God Emperor!"

Another thousand years passed, and the Chaos Body Wang Bo was at his peak, with strength reaching a level that shocked all living things.

He challenged everyone along the way, swept through all the emperors, was invincible, adjusted his own state to the peak, and called himself the Chaos Emperor.

This is shocking. After so many years, someone finally dared to challenge the supreme God Emperor.

Myriad ways merged, the universe was trembling, all the spirits in the heavens were in awe, Wang Bo stood under the starry sky, gazing at the divine court from afar, his fighting spirit soaring.

The whole world was in an uproar. People were surprised and expectant. The power of the God Emperor was deeply rooted in the hearts of the people. Wang Bo was also very scary. His reputation over the years was gained by killing.

"It is ridiculous for a gnat to try to shake a tree!"

In the ancient star of Honghuang, the Emperor Immortal is very indifferent, there is no trace of Tao around him, and no gods appear.

It was as if he had returned to nature and washed away the glitz and glamour. During these days, he had realized part of the true meaning of the Dharma Ending Age and even the Age of Absolute Spirits.

Precisely because Heaven has damaged the Dao, we need to establish the Dao with our own bodies, establish our true self, and move toward the pinnacle of the Dao.

The cultivators in this world, as long as they practice and comprehend the mysteries of the universe, will inevitably be influenced by the realm they are in.

Some rules and orders are not universal and are false ways in specific environments. The so-called pinnacle of immortality is to practice the true way and rise up in the most cruel environment.

"Swish"

A crystal-clear finger pointed out, spanning countless star fields, penetrating the past and the future.

All things are intact, but all paths are shattered. There is a kind of mystery circulating that everything is empty and only I am real.

It was like a pillar supporting the sky, a finger of destruction, annihilating the universe, suppressing all the heavens and worlds, sweeping across the boundless space, and suppressing Wang Bo.

Wang Bo shouted loudly, and the mystery of chaos was fully revealed. He integrated one kind of imperial way after another and sublimated it to the utmost, raising his combat power to the peak and trying his best to resist.

"puff"

The God Emperor's finger represents eternity, like the judgment of God, unmatched.

What Wang Bo, what Avenue of Chaos, are completely useless. This is a crushing force.

The flowers of the Great Dao blossomed one after another. This strike led to immortality, surpassing the combat power limits of ancient emperors. It was simply incomprehensible to the mortal world.

Wang Bo coughed up blood, his body flew backwards, smashing many big stars. It was an endless tragedy. He almost died with just one blow.

"The sky is not high enough, the God Emperor is the highest. The ancients were not deceiving me. He is worthy of being the strongest person in ancient and modern times."

People were amazed that there was such a huge gap between two masters who were both Heavenly Emperors.

Everyone knew that Wang Bo would lose, but they didn't want it to be so easy. The so-called chaotic body, like the ancient supreme beings of the past, has become an ordinary unit of measurement.

In front of the God Emperor, they are not good enough at all. During this period of time, a group of geniuses have made breakthroughs, and the God Emperor has also made progress, and has gained even more.

"Yes, he understood that profound meaning many years ago."

Ji Zi sighed, feeling that Wang Bo was rather miserable. The Chaos Body was known as the best physique, but he ended up like this.

The mysteries of the origins of various physical conditions have been studied thoroughly. How can we fight against this? After this battle, if we are crushed like this, our Taoism hearts may be half destroyed.

"The Chaos Body has no secrets, but we do. The Holy Body, the Void Emperor Blood, are the same."

Ye Fan was very indifferent. After he became the emperor, he gained insight into some of the secrets of the world of gods, which were imprinting the essence of all living beings in the world.

Just like the way of heaven, it is high above, overlooking all living beings, and has intercepted too much.

Unfortunately, this is an open conspiracy. Even if they had to do it again, the geniuses would still have to enter this world. Otherwise, it would be hard to accept that they would be weaker than their opponents out of thin air.

As long as the God Emperor can still suppress the world, even if he reaches the realm of Quasi-Heavenly Emperor and understands part of the truth, he can only hold it in.

The path of cultivation is based on mutual learning. The God Emperor is just more advanced, but that is nothing.

"Haha, Emperor of Heaven, I was wrong. Chaos is not my way."

Wang Bo felt a little bitter, and his Tao heart was unstable. He was in the realm of the Heavenly Emperor, and killing ordinary emperors was as easy as cutting vegetables.

But I still feel so powerless, like an ant looking up at a dragon. When I meet someone who is too amazing, I really have no idea what to do.

Even his own Tao was denied. The so-called Chaos Emperor Tao was only because of his strong physique, not because he was so amazing.

"I took the wrong path. I'll come back for advice in the future. Thank you, Emperor!"

Wang Bo bowed. He could feel that the God Emperor had no intention of killing and was not afraid of the growth of the genius. This was a great virtue.

Even though he suffered a crushing defeat, the Chaos Body did not give up. Instead, he made an astonishing decision. He sealed all the sources of his cultivation and began to practice Taoism anew.

Without his unparalleled physique, he has to soar into the sky again and prove his truth for the second time. This is the power that belongs to him.

"Wang Bo is very courageous. He can't build anything without breaking it down. I'm not as good as him!"

Under the starry sky, Yaoguang sighed a little. It takes courage to give up everything and start over again.

It is bound to be difficult to transform from an emperor to a junior and to prove the truth for the second time, especially to seal the origin of chaos.

But for Yaoguang himself, it is not easy even if he wants to give up the fruits of his previous life and start over.

Because he lived a second life with the help of the Immortal Heavenly Art and evolved an imperfect chaotic body. If you want to kill him again, you will most likely suffer serious damage.

"I have become an emperor, but I still cannot achieve immortality. I am about to die."

Huangdi sighed. His hair turned white as snow and he began to enter old age.

It was already the sixth thousandth year of the Divine Emperor Calendar. He had practiced for tens of thousands of years and had a kind of decadent aura. No matter how much he inhaled and exhaled starlight, his body was like a funnel and could not retain the essence of heaven and earth, unless he obtained the immortal elixir and lived a second life.

Otherwise it is doomed to fall. This is the beginning of the funeral song of an era.

"If there is any living being who can provide clues to the magic medicine, I am willing to baptize them with the emperor's blood, or pass on my Taoist tradition."

The Golden Crow Emperor issued a reward to all living beings, shocking many lives. To low-level cultivators, the baptism of emperor's blood or the emperor's orthodoxy were things that could defy fate and change one's destiny.

Even though Jinwu is not strong in this generation, he is still the emperor, high above everyone else.

He was seeking for information about the magic medicine other than Sheshen Ting and Ye Fan. The aging of Huangdi and Laozi seemed like a sign, causing many emperors to begin to consider a way out.

Hoping for a magical medicine to save his life, he would do anything to live longer.

"Rong Chengshi, ginseng fruit tree?"

The Southern Demon whispered, the imperial power filled the sky, and it was very unsettling. These were the few words from the Qi Refiner from Feixian Star.

It is taken very seriously. Many years ago, Rong Cheng once obtained a fairy tree in Kunlun, the land of immortality. It was the real elixir of immortality.

In this life, the forbidden area is peaceful, and many emperors coexist. There are too few elixirs of immortality left in the outside world, which makes these creatures very passive.

Although Ye Fan has a Bodhi tree, it is not easy to provoke it after all. He is not alone, and he does not want to take action unless he has to.

It would be better to pursue the legendary Rong Chengshi. At least as long as we find him, we will most likely win.

"Maybe there are other ways. There is more to this world than just one good fortune. Some things are almost like miraculous medicines."

The Emperor of Zhong was very peaceful and dignified. He had no intention of getting involved in this matter. Instead, he chose to haunt some Jedi in the universe.

Those special areas that can hurt the masters of the Imperial Way may still have some special things left behind.

Although most of the sacred objects in this world have been sought after by forbidden areas and great emperors over the years, there is still a glimmer of hope.

He was very indifferent to longevity and cultivation, and did not have such a strong desire to pursue them. When all the living beings of his generation died, he really had no worries.

"Haha, the elixir of immortality is indeed worth pondering, but I don't think it's worth going to war for."

Wang Bo sneered and showed disdain for the Golden Crow Emperor. The chaotic body had a sufficient lifespan and could live for at least 30,000 years in one lifetime. He really didn't have such worries.

At least it is too early now, not even ten thousand years have passed, it is the prime of youth.

Naturally, he doesn't care about these things. He just hopes to comprehend one or two principles and understand the secret of the miraculous medicine. He is not in a hurry.

He sealed all the origins and started over again. He was still dazzling, like a rising imperial star. After all, he had once ascended to this realm, even if he had sealed the origins.

With a bird's-eye view, his Tao nature was still there, guiding him in his practice. After just a thousand years, he returned to the realm of the great emperor.

All seals were released, the qi and blood rushed into the sky, breaking the seals, the Tao fruit returned to one, and became extremely powerful.

But he sighed and ultimately did not continue to challenge the God Emperor, as it did not change anything.

"The White-robed Divine King Jiang Taixu has risen and established himself as a quasi-emperor of the ninth heaven. The Jiang family is blessed with great fortune."

Many people marveled at Jiang Taixu, a terrifying creature, although not as good as the geniuses of the Golden Age.

He is also one of the most powerful people in the world. In any era, a quasi-emperor will never be a weakling.

"The old madman is so lucky. The Holy Body has used the immortality elixir to extend his life. He lives a second life. How enviable."

The saints were shocked that the Holy Body Ye Fan was willing to give it up like this. The elixir of immortality only bears fruit once in ten thousand years and is extremely precious.

Isn't he afraid of the impact on himself, that he won't have any magic medicine to prolong his life in his later years, or does he have more than one magic medicine?

Some people were surprised at Ye Fan's loyalty and righteousness, while others had bright eyes, as if the gods were angry, and they coveted the holy body even more.

"Old Master, long time no see, you are about to fall."

The Emperor Immortal returns to his original nature, walking silently between heaven and earth, measuring every inch of the universe with his footsteps.

At his level, walking the Qiankun Road again is a process of sublimation.

On this day, I met an acquaintance. It was fate.

"I once asked the Emperor about this in the past, but I didn't expect that today, I'm not the right person and can't take that path."

It's a pity that I have white hair and a youthful face, and I have a decadent air about me.

If you hear the truth in the morning, you can die in the evening. He has been searching for the method of transforming from the mortal world and living a second life of immortality these days.

But after all, it was still a little lacking, lacking time and foundation, or perhaps it was because of his own lack of talent and understanding, he laughed at himself.

"Forget it. In the past, you had a place on the road to becoming an immortal. Today, we meet, and it is our destiny. How about you enter my divine palace?"

The Emperor Immortal said that in the past he had obtained the art of transforming one qi into three pure ones in the Bajing Palace, which provided a reference for him to create some magical arts later on.

After all, he was the Taoist ancestor of the previous life. He had a little bit of good feelings for him and was willing to save his life.

"it is good!"

Lao Tzu was very decisive. He was a seeker of truth, so naturally he would not reject the creature who was closest to the truth in ancient times.

The Divine Emperor is unparalleled, and this is not just talk. Moreover, since such a creature dares to allow so many people to become emperors in one lifetime, he must naturally have the means to deal with it.

Most of the time, there are other ways on the road to immortality, but who can truly understand the words life and death?

"Get rid of the false and keep the true, the Tao is infinite, and I am also infinite!"

The Emperor Immortal whispered, and continued to walk in the universe, leaving traces of the Dao of the heavens, presumably to engrave all the mysteries of the past and present in his heart.

It is not only about perfecting one's own Tao fruit, but also about helping the world within the body to grow stronger.

That world became more and more vast and full of vitality. All creatures in the frosty sky competed for freedom. Countless creatures transformed into monsters. Three thousand gods and demons intermarried and gave birth to acquired gods and demons.

One race of strange monsters after another is taking shape, like the completion of the music of life. The three races of dragon, phoenix and unicorn, following the will of heaven, are growing rapidly and competing for dominance in the ancient world.

The first great catastrophe is about to come, fate begins to shift, and the ancient gods and demons are gradually losing the favor of heaven.

The evolution of the world, the birth of different races, and all the fruits of the Tao opened up by the cultivators will be fed back to the Emperor Immortal. That is the authority of the Creator.

"Acquired creatures are the mainstream, a hundred flowers bloom, destiny favors them!"

This is the perception of the Emperor Immortal. The innate gods and demons, even though they are born powerful, are born with the authority of Tao.

But to a creator like him, it doesn't mean much as the quantity is too small. What he needs is innovation to complete the ways that have not existed in the world.

Exploring a whole new territory is equivalent to the weight of a world. It helps him practice, and when necessary, he can sacrifice them all to unleash a combat power that surpasses everything.

But for creation, the infinite acquired creatures are much better than the innate gods and demons, and the advantages are huge.

It is in the best interests of the Emperor Immortal to promote the prosperity of the demon race, and then evolve the human race and stage a fight between the races.

Is it the same for the so-called owner of the bronze coffin? Is the struggle between darkness and the heavens just a way of making money?
(End of this chapter)