Long Live The Emperor! Chapter 1: Myths in history
Nine thousand years,
The vicissitudes of life, the change of dynasties, the change of dynasties.
Based on the "steam engine reform", the world has completely changed. On the rails, only steam trains can be seen running, and on the ocean, sailboats have been replaced by steam ships.
All kinds of exquisite instruments and weapons have come out one after another, and with the passage of time, they have developed to a prosperous level, which is an unprecedented civilization.
A civilization where martial arts and machines coexist.
Warriors naturally exist, but the realm of law is the limit of everyone. No matter how talented they are, they can't go beyond that.
There was also a faint perception of an amazing genius, and there should be a new world after the Faxiang Realm, but no matter how hard you try, you can't step on it.
Geniuses, die gloomy.
And many of these geniuses have had an intersection with Xia Ji.
Or teacher, or friend...
However, all they know is Xia Ji's pseudonym.
And if they are fortunate, many of them will see Xia Ji reappear and see them off when they are dying.
At that time, they will see Xia Ji's never-old appearance, first stunned, then surprised, and finally smiling.
The world is free and easy, but what if you can't seek longevity?
....
In the history books, almost half of the saints and those who promote history are Xia Ji, and the rest are more or less related to Xia Ji...
He is a legend, a myth, an existence that walks in the shadow of time and drives the civilization of the whole world.
And during these times,
The small world of the five great families was finally exhausted because there was no aura supply for a long time, and it was turned into ruins and could no longer be entered.
The disciples of the aristocratic family were long ago not the playboys they used to be, but entered the human world.
After another thousand years, the family has only become a legend, existing in the minds of a small number of descendants of the family, and then... it is forgotten.
The gods are also forgotten.
So many...
Xia Ji has gone through a long time between the world and the world.
And normally, these experiences will only make people excited to numb, tired, and feel that they have seen through everything, which is to give birth to a kind of detachment, hilarious, but covered by ridiculous A sense of superiority, even unknowingly, that will turn into anger if it is pierced.
Slowly, the sense of superiority disappeared, and only indifferent emotions remained.
Looking down at the red dust again, there is no joy, anger, sorrow, life, old age, sickness and death, good and evil.
If mortals hate good and evil without retribution, hate that the sky is too high, and hate that Huangquan is far away...
But I don't see, I don't hear, I don't ask...
Everyone is an ant, so why bother?
Why ask again?
"Is this the way of heaven?!"
Xia Ji shook his head.
This is Heaven, but not him.
...
Nine thousand years have passed, and now they have come to an end.
Xia Ji stepped up to the highest mountain in the world, and watched two winds and snows turn into long dragons, falling from the sky and passing around him.
18,000 years ago, when he came, he was a young man who was sitting in the hall of Tibetan scriptures in the cold palace of the deep palace.
Nine thousand years later, still such a young man.
Nine thousand years later, has the youth changed?
No.
Returning from a long trip, this heart has never changed.
He is still him.
The stars, mountains and rivers, heaven and earth, all things have changed.
Only he remains the same.
Whoo~~~~
Whoo~~~~
The wind howls, the snow dances wildly, the sky and the earth are vast, and behind the thick clouds, the starry sky is also vast.
Xia Ji closed his eyes.
Everything changes.
Whoo~~~~
When he opened it again, he was no longer on the top of the mountain, but in the sky, in the starry sky.
In this deep, cold, dark world, where no one can see and no one can know,
This chaos has stopped spreading, but it has just turned into a world wrapped by a closed sphere of chaos,
The reincarnation stage stopped,
The forces of the Kuroshio, the sun and the heavens are in balance,
The infinite stars are like chess pieces one after another,
The universe is a dark chessboard.
Two mysterious and mysterious shadows sit on both sides of this chessboard, separated from the edge of the universe and the boundary of the box.
Youyou's voice sounded in a form that was incomprehensible to humans:
"If fellow Daoists are compatible with me, there will still be a trace of vitality in this universe.
If you are stubborn and go to the next match, after losing, you will have no chance to turn back.
This universe can only perish. "
"Let's get started."
Xia Jidao finished with three simple words, and started to promote the second game.
This is a causal battle between him and the Dao of Heaven, but it is not a battle of Dao.
The battle of Tao is a battle of incomparably complex laws, but this battle is a battle of cause and effect.
Only if all the causes of one party are cut off, they will fail because there is no past.
Heavenly Dao is now one with him to some extent.
The cause of the two is also one.
...
The universe begins to change.
It is submerged by a mysterious and infinite force in a natural, unnecessarily catastrophic change.
That mighty power is as spectacular and majestic as it was when the world was first created.
Soon...
The universe has entered a state of inconceivable and impossible to comprehend.
The cause and effect of Dashang has not been completely erased, but it has begun to reverse in a strange and unparalleled way...
All the past is completely gone, wiped away.
This time, the universe will return to the last point of cause and effect.
That's...
The ancient times of Amitabha were thousands of years away from Dashang.
The first virtual catastrophe has just begun.
That's...
The most prosperous time in the universe is when a hundred schools of thought contend and there are countless strong people.
......
Mysterious power, the extremely special force in the cosmic box collided and crushed, submerged and reversed.
Finally, it's the end.
Boom! ! !
Xia Ji felt a rumbling in his head.
Then, the feeling of being able to move is restored.
But he didn't open his eyes immediately.
But countless images flashed through my mind.
These pictures are all like what he had spent by himself. As they flashed through his mind, the feelings of scene after scene were transmitted to his heart and memory.
It was a boy growing up.
It seems that the boy was originally a prince.
It's just that in this era, there are so many countries, and princes like boys are not uncommon.
Especially, after the country was soon wiped out, it was even more uncommon.
Even, the enemy country didn't hunt them down.
The boy was taken by his sister in advance ~IndoMTL.com~ and fled to a distant place, settled down again, and lived a normal life.
My sister has studied swordsmanship, and is a first-class genius in swordsmanship.
So...
It's a dream for sixteen years.
Sixteen years later...
Xia Ji opened his eyes.
He saw a small courtyard shrouded in the setting sun, which was exactly the same as the one he had seen in the memory of Amitabha Buddha.
The setting sun is soft, warm and slightly old, casting the eaves and the shadow of an old tree in front of the courtyard to the east.
As soon as the wind blew, a few dead leaves rolled off and landed in front of Xia Ji.
Xia Ji raised his head and said softly:
Is this the Underworld era nearly 10 million years ago?