The sigh sounds long, as if it comes from the long river of time.

As An Qisheng thought, the words that had been engraved on the stone tablet shone brightly on the sea of ​​heart.

Heaven and earth are like mirrors, and all things and spirits are in it. Even though the past has long been forgotten by countless people, it still has traces in the heaven and earth.

The essence of dreaming is to perceive, capture, and then to see through these many traces that have happened in the world.

Even, ‘back’ to the years where the traces were.

In a sense, it is not bad to travel through time and space.

Buzz ~

The sea of ​​heart waves, and the lights are infinitely lengthened and stretched in An Qisheng's perception, and the most subtle thing is infinitely magnified in his perception.

In a vaguely, he felt everything that this text had experienced again.

The ups and downs of this text in the sea of ​​heart... the moment it peels off from the stone tablet... the millions of monotonous days that the stone tablet has experienced...

Everything flashes in that light.

It seems that time is flowing against the flow in his perception.

"The source produces matter, matter produces emptiness, emptiness produces time, and everything is produced... Time is a variable and extension of space to some extent..."

An Qisheng's thoughts changed, and the 20,000 years he had experienced in the stone tablet had already returned against the current.

In an instant, it came 20,000 years ago.

The first person who saw the traces of this text was a Taoist robe with a white Taoist robe.

The Taoist came from nowhere, and was covered in dust, and came to this mountain top.

"Supreme..."

The Taoist stroked the stone tablet, his expression changed, satisfied and regretful: "There is no immortal in heaven and earth, even the supreme being can't live forever..."

"I regret this life, born in this era, and I am lucky to be able to follow the footsteps of the Supreme..."

His body was thin and his breath was low, as if he had reached the end of his life.

At the end of his life, he incorporated this stone tablet with his own cave and sat in his own cave.

"Usual Taoist..."

An Qisheng's eyes flashed, and everything he saw was a little distorted. He could not see the Taoist's face clearly, but he could hear the sadness in the Taoist's voice.

As a monk, he knew where the road ahead was, but he could not go further due to changes in the world. Naturally, only he could perceive the taste.

This stone tablet has been going through a long time. In the past 20,000 years, there is not only the useless Taoist.

There are also traces of others.

Passing herb collectors, hunters, casual cultivators, and cultivators with great cultivation...

However, letting the years go against the flow and the figures flow, there was no turmoil in An Qisheng's heart.

Finally, his mind was shocked.

It seemed as if it had touched an invisible barrier and penetrated through the past!

Mountains, plain valleys, grasslands, rivers, flowers, plants, birds and beasts...

Just as everything in the painting becomes vivid, illusion becomes reality.

Huh ~

In the breeze, An Qisheng poked his palm out and felt the void of this world. For a moment, he was also a little stunned.

With his current state of mind, he naturally can see what is virtual, illusion, and truth.

This is not the real past.

But it seems that there is no difference from the real past.

When you enter a dream, you will enter a dream. Even An Qisheng sighed at the moment.

A three-star dream is not enough to span time and space, but who knows how high the upper limit of this magical power is?

Unable to help, An Qisheng became more awe of the "Daoyitu".

"Time and space..."

An Qisheng whispered in his heart, and had already seen a man and a beast walking slowly under the mountains.

The man was wearing a blue shirt, tall and slender figure, and his aura was empty and empty. He seemed not to exist in real life, but he was extremely ethereal, but he actually existed.

Behind him, he followed the black and white hair, and looked cute and cute little white.

"It's you..."

An Qisheng stood on the top of the mountain, looking at the elegant middle-aged man in green clothes walking up the mountain, a ripples appeared in his heart.

In a trance, I seemed to see the worldly demon king of the long floating world again.

Seeing him sitting on the top of the mountain for forty years, I only sighed at the loneliness of the world.

Seeing him in the yellow sand in the desert, he raised his glass to point out the country and sighed that he was not as domineering as mine.

Seeing him burn everything, pursuing the brilliant light that bursts out in his heart......

And the moment An Qisheng lowered his eyes, the man in blue raised his face almost at the same time. His eyes as light as clouds and smoke reflected the scenery on the top of the mountain, and the clouds flowed in the sky.

It seemed empty, but it seemed like I had seen everything.

"Supreme, what are you looking at?" The cute little white fur raised his head curiously, looked at the empty mountain top, scratching his head a little curious.

"The things in the world are really wonderful, you can't see clearly or understand them..."

The elegant middle-aged man sighed with his hands behind his back, with a hint of unconcealed melancholy in his tone: "You are not in the past, but in the future..."

"Who? Is the person you've been looking for?"

Xiaobai's eyes widened, but no matter how he looked, he didn't find anything.

The past and future that the Supreme mentioned are even more difficult to understand.

Could it be that the person the Supreme has been looking for has returned from the future to the present?

"Time is endless and space is boundless and there is no boundary forever, and it is not very difficult for you to understand in the future..."

The elegant middle-aged man said to himself and had already arrived at the top of the mountain.

Ten feet apart, I saw Pang Wanyang again, but the latter was already a supreme generation that was powerful in heaven and earth, and was even called the Ten Great Heavenly Venerables.

"Pang Wanyang."

An Qisheng was touched in his heart.

But the world is different, and he can clearly feel that he did not really set foot in the past, and Pang Wanyang did not touch himself.

The two seem to be ten feet apart, but in fact they have 30,000 years of time and space. It takes an unimaginable huge price to take a step forward.

When you fall into a dream, you can see the past. Pang Wanyang's divine will has been passed down for tens of thousands of years, but it still cannot smooth out the gap between time.

Huh ~

The elegant middle-aged man stood with his hands behind his back and moved with the wind. His eyes contained the vicissitudes of time, and he seemed to hear An Qisheng's words:

"Brother Dao, the last time I parted, it has been 30,000 years..."

The flow rate of time in various realms is different. For An Qisheng, it seems that it is only hundreds or thousands of years, but for him, it is already 30,000 years.

After sighing, Pang Wanyang smiled again:

"But now, you can't beat me."

An Qisheng couldn't help but smile.

He is not very serious about winning or losing, and Pang Wanyang may not be concerned about everything that happened, but in this sentence, both of them seem to be recalling the past.

The battle between the yellow sand in the desert of Jiufujie Realm, and the two of them have all inherited each other's heritage, is the most thorough discussion.

Similarly, the two have a deep understanding of each other.

However, compared to Pang Wanyang at this time, there is still a change, from extreme domineering to become more gentle, even if it just looks.

"Supreme, who are you talking to?"

Xiaobai hugged his legs curiously, and looked at what he wanted to see. Its bloodline was strong and his supreme guidance was not weak.

But no matter how focused it looks, it cannot feel anything except air, vitality, and inspiration.

"With a friend."

The elegant middle-aged man touched Xiaobai's hair: "Go and find a stone tablet, don't be too big, be stronger."

"oh."

Xiaobai scratched his head and turned around and disappeared on the top of the mountain.

"The world is not connected, and what can be accommodated and allowed is different. I can feel your existence. Unfortunately, I can't communicate face to face, discuss the truth, drink alcohol..."

The elegant middle-aged man sat on the ground, just like ordinary people, without any manifestation of magical powers, and his blue shirt was stained with soil and weeds.
To be continued...