When we arrived at the ecological park mountain, it was already dusk.

The sun sets over the west ridge, and the ravines are dim. The pines and the moon grow in the cool night, and the wind and springs are full of clear sounds.

Everyone who comes here, whether it is Ling Mo, Xueyan, Wuyue or Shang Zhaoye, can quickly feel as if the world is separated. Obviously, there are still staff at the mountain using modern instruments to sprinkle water to maintain the garden.

The modern fireworks of the world, in the blink of an eye, there is a breeze from the outside world, the pines and bamboos correspond, the aura is faint, not even the slightest breath of the world can be found.

Maybe the only one who doesn't think there is any difference is Yin Xiaoru. She goes up the mountain either thinking about rolling up her sleeves to beat up Fat Tiger, or trying to hook up with Sindy.

Shang Zhaoye did not fly, but walked slowly up the mountain.

The hills in this kind of suburban park are not high, but as you walk along, you can feel the sound of people getting away, the cicadas chirping and insects, the clouds deep and the mist lingering, just like the mountains of famous gods.

The mind can be calm and the mind can be deep.

The real mountain is not high, there are immortals and spirits.

Shang Zhaoye feels that the original appearance of God the Father that everyone has imagined for more than 20,000 years is actually biased.

Once the altar is placed on the altar, sacrifices are made, and the father looks at it, the image in his heart will naturally be majestic, tall, overlooked by a high cloud platform, and majestic in giving orders.

But in fact, there is a certain conflict with "immortal".

The word "immortal emperor" may itself have some conflicts.

Maybe this is part of the reason why everyone is stuck in the quagmire of immortality. They have deep plans and are unable to escape or get out.

I believe that Father God also went through such a process. After all, there are such profound carvings in the way of heaven that everyone knows. But God Father finally chose to leave, sit deep in the clouds, and look at the world leisurely.

Maybe the last step is to leave.

The monks are freed from the shackles of heaven, so they are too pure; the Father God is freed from all ties, so he is supreme?

Is this the way to go? Vaguely yes, there shouldn't be anything wrong.

But God the Father seems to have fallen back...

Returned to the human world again.

While she was lost in thought, a chubby tiger suddenly appeared in front of her eyes, squatting under the tree and watching her warily.

Shang Zhaoye didn't take it seriously, it was just the Cerebellar Ax that had not yet transformed in the spirit enlightenment stage...

As he strolled past Fat Tiger, Fat Tiger suddenly bared his teeth fiercely.

Shang Zhaoye lost all his thoughts and glared at it angrily.

The fat tiger shrank for a moment, and Shang Zhaoye continued to move forward. The fat tiger followed behind and carefully raised his paws to scratch.

Shang Zhaoye ignored it and took a step forward.

Fat Tiger took another step on the verge of committing suicide, and his claws touched the hem of Shang Zhaoye's skirt.

Shang Zhaoye kicked back subconsciously, and the fat tiger screamed, flipped several times in the air, landed on a big tree with a "bang", and slowly slid down while holding the trunk.

Shang Zhaoye didn't know where this inexplicable hostility towards him came from, and he was afraid that he would be punished for hurting his father's pet. Just when he didn't know what to do, he heard Xia Guixuan laughing from above: "This hoof sticks out well.

It justifies the poor reputation of Guizhou donkeys."

Shang Zhaoye said helplessly: "I am a horse."

"Same. Come and sit."

Strange to say, the farce-like ambiguity did not distract Shang Zhaoye from his fairyland feeling at all. Instead, he felt a little more celestial. I don't know if it was a psychological effect.

Walking to the edge of the cliff, Xia Guixuan was playing chess with himself on the stone table in the pavilion.

I don’t know where the black and white clouds came from, falling on the chessboard with a crisp sound, just like the evening drums and morning bells in the temple, leisurely cleansing the soul.

"Can I play chess?"

"I can lower some, but I can't compare to Father God."

"Look, you're in trouble again, aren't you? The fun of playing chess is not about winning or losing. If you play chess just to win, then ordinary people will never be able to play against a computer. Isn't this skill unique? How can it be passed down to this day?"

Shang Zhaoye also smiled and sat opposite Xia Guixuan: "Then please ask Father God for advice."

Xia Guixuan separated the black and white, handed the black chess basket to her, and said with a smile: "So I said before, you and I who are cultivating immortals have more in common."

Shang Zhaoye glanced at him. This was to continue the conversation she had with Yin Xiaoru before. It was funny that Father God was playing impartiality between humans and divine beings. Was Father God actually saying that he was more partial to divine descendants?

Is this what you mean?

She settled down in the star position and said: "A common language cannot compare to the beauty of human beings? Or... the blood in Father God's body is mainly human?"

"Ha...that's not the case." Xia Guixuan responded casually and said with a smile: "First of all, I think you should strengthen yourself instead of relying on me. This should be a consensus?"

Shang Zhaoye sighed: "Father God destroyed our human layout, resulting in us being extremely passive now. The road to self-improvement was cut off by Father God, not Gongsun Jiuling Mo Xue."

"At this time and that time, because you felt a foreign enemy, you yourself felt that you should not continue, so why blame me. Otherwise, Gongsun Jiu's life and death have nothing to do with me. Even if I want to show favoritism, it will be towards his sister instead of him."

Shang Zhaoye nodded: "Yes. So we can only count the time and the fate, and we won't worry about it... We tried to awaken the Fox King to strengthen ourselves, but we encountered the true partiality of Father God. Are we committing crimes against God?

Maybe, because I had no respect for God the Father before and found someone to pretend to be someone else, so this should be the retribution."

"It's meaningless that you have been playing tricks with me several times." Xia Guixuan smiled: "I am partial to Xiao Ru, I admit it. Whether it is your retribution or not, it's hard to say, but I don't think this is retribution. It's just that you work it out yourself.

We've hit a dead end."

Shang Zhaoye nodded at Sansan: "Is it such a dead end?"

"A long time ago, people thought that point three and three was the last choice, a last-ditch effort." Xia Guixuan smiled: "Later, various algorithms changed, and it was discovered that this seemed to be a big move again. What is a dead end? It's nothing more than a time shift.

Shiyi, according to different opponents, different rules, different choices."

Shang Zhaoye looked up at him again.

"Your horizons are a bit narrow." Xia Guixuan responded casually and said lightly: "Canglong Planet is a relatively barren planet. When I first came, there was only a very primitive life. It may take hundreds of millions of years to

Civilization will only be born, and there are not many savings in mineral resources and other types of resources, and spiritual treasures of heaven, materials and earth are even rarer. To this day, your best treasures of heaven, materials and earth still rely on some of the things I brought back, and

Is it the place where my aura is most fertile that breeds and evolves things?"

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Shang Zhaoye smiled bitterly: "Yes."

"Visitors from other worlds, with my Taiqing treasure, can build the most top magic circle in this world, which can pose a threat to me... Have you never thought about where my treasures come from? They

It’s not something like the blue dragon star, it’s the vast stars, it’s the heavens and the worlds.”

Shang Zhaoye paused while holding the chess pieces in his hand.

"The Canglong Star is just a corner. To the Divine Descendants, it is nothing more than their hometown. How many years has it been since humans left their home planet? How have they ever been obsessed with what the earth has become... Do the Divine Descendants have the heart to go to a wider place and seek a better place?"

treasures and stronger resources, instead of focusing here and sighing because my spiritual energy has returned and no longer spills out, I will embarrass you."

Shang Zhaoye held the chess piece tightly and pursed his lips without saying a word.

"Actually, the person sleeping in your soul sea is very powerful. She hid my formation at that time and refused to repair it, just because she didn't want to continue to rely on it. What kind of time and space isolation, what kind of spirit gathering formation, will always be in an unknown place.

In the framework of being a human or a dragon, when can we transcend? I also regret her death. She should be the most suitable king to lead this race forward, even if she has no respect for me..."

"But..." Shang Zhaoye said hesitantly: "The gods are at their weakest now, and we can't do it anymore."

Has it come back? If the Fox King is here...

"What I just said is first, let's talk about the second now..." Xia Guixuan said with a smile: "Secondly, my attack this time has objectively made humans stronger and the gods weaker... Even after I came out of seclusion, I never

I went to see the gods. You have reason to be dissatisfied. You think humans don’t respect heaven, so the gods recognize me as the way of heaven. But the way of heaven turns out to be the other way around. Isn’t that mean?”

Shang Zhaoye lowered his eyes slightly: "I don't dare."

"You Wuxiang have your own thoughts about me, so I won't argue with you for the time being. But the vast majority of ordinary ethnic groups are indeed pious and respectful to God. I have no response at all, which is also a bit embarrassing..." Xia Guixuan said in a daze:

"At the source of the flames, I saw the tribal altar, and the ancient voice of prayer still echoed in my ears... It reminded me of the time when I was a mortal, when gods favored me, but I never favored them."

Shang Zhaoye whispered: "Since Father God is in retreat, there is no need to think about these things."

"You're playing tricks on me again. I'm out of isolation now, right?" Xia Guixuan smiled: "When the time comes to respond, I will respond. You see..."

Shang Zhaoye turned around to look, and suddenly felt a heart palpitation.

Obviously we were just playing chess on the stone table in the pavilion on the hill of the ecological park. I don't know when the scene completely changed. Surrounded by the vast night, the endless universe, below is the vast earth, and all living beings are like ants.

The chessboard in front of me turned into darkness.

The chess pieces in his hands are like stars.

Nineteen vertical and horizontal lines outline the laws of the great road, looming in the sky.

I vaguely heard the prayers of the descendants of gods below: "Is that... God the Father?"

In the night sky, black dragons pierce the sky, and Pegasus horses accompany them, forming a celestial spectacle that can be observed from any corner of the planet.

The blue dragon smiled and spread the stars.

In Heiziluo, one hundred and eighty secret realms, large and small, are spread across all continents, hidden deep underground, with various experiences, levels, treasures, and techniques hidden in them.

Baizi fell, famous mountains and rivers rose from the ground, the mountains and rivers were filled with spiritual energy, and products were everywhere in the world. It was like going back to more than 25,000 years ago, when the first generation of gods felt the majestic spiritual energy surrounding the planet, awakening like the creation of the world.

"God-given things have their time to run out, so be grateful."

This is the only heavenly message from God the Father in more than 25,000 years.

This is the power of Taiqing, a real god, but Xia Guixuan has never shown it like this before.

Xia Gui

Because they have something for me to learn. Even if I am not used to it, I still have a common language with you, so I have to learn... This is not partiality, but I am still looking for a way forward, and the way of heaven is still moving forward.
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