This is Fengshen, what's the use of hard work

In front of the wonderful door.

The chaos solidifies, and the avenue stagnates.

In a blinding white light, a tall figure appeared in front of Zishou, sighed, and said, "Sure enough, you will do this."

At this moment, Zishou could already feel that the surroundings had become the Prison of Immemorial Emperor.

In other words, the Primordial Prison descended from a higher dimension, covering the surrounding chaos.

He looked up at the tall figure who appeared in front of him, and said, "Sure enough, you need to open the cell of B-size by yourself."

The white light in front of my eyes dissipated.

Zishou stood opposite the tall man.

What Zishou saw was a tall young man with sword eyebrows and star eyes, dressed in imperial robes and an imperial crown.

That man had a face exactly like him.

No, not just the same face.

Even breath, dao rhyme, primordial spirit, origin, everything known and unknowable are all exactly the same.

The man in front of him is Zishou.

Zishou's eyes froze for a moment, although he had made all kinds of preparations, but he still showed shock when he saw the prisoner in cell B.

After all, even he would be surprised when he saw that his other self was a criminal.

But after being surprised, Zishou quickly calmed down, looked at the other him in front of him, and said indifferently: "As expected, it's you...it's me."

The prisoner Zishou smiled slightly and said, "Sure enough, you have expected it. It can be seen that although you are a little surprised, you are also prepared."

Zishou nodded, and said: "I am indeed prepared, but I just think that one of the prisoners in the last two cells is related to me, but I don't want to be not only related, but even myself."

When the prisoner Zishou appeared and opened his mouth, some long-term memories deep in Zishou's origin were awakened.

No, it shouldn't be called waking up.

The prisoner Zishou has the same origin as him, and when they face each other, the memories and truths sealed in the prisoner Zishou's mind are transmitted to Zishou's mind together.

He saw that before the ages, he was walking in chaos.

That piece of chaos is far more prosperous and lively than the chaos where Hong Huang is now.

All of this was created by him.

All things, all dharmas and ways, are his people.

But everything will die eventually, and everything has an end.

The prosperous chaos fell silent, and all the heavens and myriad worlds withered.

His people departed.

He tried his best, but in the end he could only save a little phantom, a little residue.

In that residue, there is only a hollow echo.

He couldn't accept it all, and he couldn't forget it all.

This has become his biggest knot and his prison.

In the end, he came to the Prison of Immemorial Emperor, where he sealed himself.

After unknowable years have passed, he can't forget all this.

So, he sealed all the past years in a corpse, and then cut the corpse away, going to the empty echo that he had kept.

And the corpse in the Prison of the Primordial Emperor bears everything instead of him, sealing everything in the past.

After another unknown period of time.

The new Chaos around the Primordial Prison began a new cycle: the cycle of Chaos.

But the empty echo he had retained turned into a universe at the edge of the chaos.

He was ups and downs in this extremely barren corner of the universe, and finally on a certain day, he turned into a complete mortal on this peaceful blue planet.

The moment he turned into a mortal.

The Primordial Prison will inevitably have cause and effect with it, thus stirring up the changes in the entire chaos.

finally.

He penetrated the dimension of time and space, because he returned to the moment before the echo of the void turned into the universe, and came to the time and space that was still called the primordial chaos.

The primordial chaos will eventually annihilate and collapse, and eventually become the mediocre, barren and uninteresting universe.

Then in a barren corner of the universe, a planet named Earth was born.

He was born on earth.

He woke up in the prehistoric.

He is an incomparably powerful co-lord who changed the operation of the entire chaos.

He is an ordinary mortal of the earth.

He is him.

He has many names, each of which is him.

He is now called Zishou.

Zishou finally understood everything.

He finally knew why the Primordial Prison could forcibly instill his realm and strength without compromising his potential; he finally knew why the Prison Prison was obviously a prison of the heart, but needed a warden.

Because, the Primordial Prison did not give him the realm and power, but returned it to him.

Everything he owns now is all his past.

The prisoner Zishou quietly watched the changing expression on Zishou's face. After Zishou's expression calmed down, he said calmly, "So, have you forgotten the past now?"

Zishou did not answer directly, but looked at the prisoner Zishou and asked, "Forget the past?"

The prisoner said: "Only by forgetting the past can your future have no shadows. Only by forgetting the past can you create a better chaos and create a group of people without shadows."

"You couldn't forget the past, so you couldn't create the ideal chaos, you couldn't create the ideal people."

"So, have you forgotten now?"

The prisoner Zishou looked at Zishou quietly, waiting for the answer.

The answer that both he and Zishou had been waiting for.

Zishou was silent for a long time. He stood there, but his consciousness had already swept across the prehistoric, chaotic, and everything known and unknowable.

He looked at the place of origin.

There, there was a hollow echo.

It was the reverberation that he tried his best to preserve.

He looked towards the end again.

There, there is a blue planet.

That's when he woke up.

this moment.

He stands at the beginning, now, at the end, he is chaos, he is all known and unknowable.

One thought from him can change everything.

As long as he forgets, then everything will disappear, and he can become the supreme being again. He has no shadow, and his creation will naturally have no shadow.

Zishou knows, just one thought.

Everything will reset and everything will be better.

Everything in front of me, whether it is prehistoric or mysterious, the whole chaos is just a "dream" born of that empty echo.

It is hollow echoes that produce even hollower things.

There is a better world, better everything waiting for him.

He just needs to nod his head and forget everything in one thought.

After a long time.

He raised his eyes, looked at the prisoner Zi Shou, smiled slightly, and said, "I have already forgotten."

The prehistoric, the chaotic, everything, the origin, the present, the end, nothing has changed.

The prisoner Zi Shou didn't seem to be surprised at all, he just spoke in the same calm tone, "How did you forget?"

Zishou said, "I can forget."

The prisoner asked, "Why can I forget?"

Zishou was silent for a moment this time, then smiled and said, "I am the jailer."

The prisoner was taken aback for a moment, then he laughed and said, "Okay."

The voice fell.

He has disappeared.

He is the corpse of Zishou who cut out the sealed past, and he replaces Zishou as the past trapped in his heart.

Now, he's back.

He only left the last sentence ringing in Zishou's ears, saying: "As a jailer of the mind, how can he be trapped in the prison of the mind? This is very reasonable."

There was a smile in his voice.

In the end it was invisible.

The son is in front of him.

A square-inch prison cell appeared, and on the four walls of the prison cell, many pasts were engraved.

In the past, Zishou saw the destruction of the Li clan, and his corpse just watched coldly from the sidelines.

He saw Pangu evading the pursuit of the Lord of Three Thousand Secret Realms, and his corpse was guiding him in the dark.

He saw that Pan Gu created the world, was besieged by three thousand chaotic gods and demons controlled by the Lord of the Secret Realm, and finally died of exhaustion, and his body dropped a seed in the flood.

He saw Nuwa, Sanqing, Pingxin and other quasi-sages entering the chaos to find a chance to become holy, and met a shadow cast by his corpse, and then Nuwa returned to the wilderness to create the human race.

The seed planted by his corpse also began to grow from the soil of the prehistoric people.

at last.

The seed grows, blossoms and bears fruit.

He became the last human king named Zishou.

The deity of Zishou opened his eyes on the earth.

The human prince shou opened his eyes in Honghuang.

Two pairs of eyes look at the origin, the present, and the end at the same time.

Two pairs of eyes looked at Zishou at this moment at the same time.

Zishou smiled lightly and said, "Why do you want to forget?"

"Unable to forget the past is weak, unable to protect the people is not strong enough, forgetting everything and starting over is also retreat."

"I will not back down."

"Even if it's a 'dream' that echoes hollowly, I can create a new world."

In the past, he did not reach the highest level, otherwise he would not be unable to stop the end, and would not be trapped in his heart because he could not forget.

He forgot everything now, it seemed beautiful, but he was going the same way again.

That being the case, why did he go back to the old way?Why doesn't he forge a new path.

Everything in front of me, known and unknown, was indeed developed from that hollow echo, but this does not mean that everything in front of me is a mistake or a defect.

Because, whether it is wrong or flawed, it is just a definition.

He can establish a new definition, and he is confident that he can go a long way.

Walked better than he ever was.

The empty echoes are filled with the voices of all beings.

At the last moment, step forward to level it.

Why forget?

Remembering is the best forgetting.

On the four walls of the cell, there were countless pairs of eyes looking at Zishou, smiling.

next moment.

The prison cell turned into a flood, into a secret realm, and into boundless chaos.

The endless light once again covered Zishou's sight, but this time, in the infinite light, Zishou could easily see every change of the masters of the secret realm.

Among the 890 eight masters of the secret realm, only seven of the 880 actually made a move, and the eleven masters of the secret realm headed by the Holy Lord of the Ancient Ming are fishing.

And behind the Eleven Masters of the Mystic Realm who were fishing for fish, the long high-dimensional causality spread out, and finally connected to the other 97 Masters of the Mystic Realm.

Each of these one hundred and eight secret realm masters is connected by a high-dimensional causality, spreading to the original land.

These one hundred and eight secret realm masters are the anchor points of that "new order".

Zishou was startled with some doubts at first, then smiled and said: "Sure enough, heaven and earth also have their own ideas, and all sentient beings are also working hard on their own."

"All sentient beings don't need a savior, they just need a voice telling them that their self-salvation is effective."

"I just need a little push."

He could have directly erased all the masters of the secret realm, and reshaped everything arbitrarily with his own ideas, but he didn't do so.

The light dissipated.

Zishou was jointly attacked by the seven masters of the secret realm.

The immeasurable light turned into a little light, and the quilt was held in his hand.

this moment.

It's as if the three thousand secret realms and the boundless chaos are all in his hands.

He is in charge of chaos, he regenerates the heavens and the world with one thought, and he looks down on all living beings.

He is the beginning, he is the present, and he is the end.

All the masters of the secret realm were shocked.

Even Holy Master Ancient Ming was stunned, his face hidden in the mist, the corners of his mouth twitched, and he muttered to himself: "I have never seen this scene before."

A voice resounded from the origin of the Holy Lord of the Ancient Underworld.

It was the voice of Lord Xunfeng, with some doubts, he said: "Holy Master Ancient Ming, are you sure he is the one?"

Holy Master Ancient Ming nodded without any hesitation, and said, "Sure."

Another voice also appeared.

That was the lord of the Huan Clan, he said: "Are you sure this one won't be destroyed along with us?"

In his voice, there are more than a hundred voices of the masters of the secret realm.

Holy Master Ancient Ming did not answer immediately this time, but after hesitating for a moment, said: "Not sure."

"But what's the difference?"

The one hundred and seven masters of the secret realm were silent for a moment, then laughed at the same time, and said, "Indeed, there is no difference."

The end of the ages is coming, whether it succeeds or fails, they have already made all preparations.

……

In front of the wonderful door.

More than [-] secret realm masters were frozen, together with the secret realm gates and ethnic groups behind them, all solidified together.

Whether it is the most powerful master of the secret realm, or the master of the deepest cause and effect, all of them are solidified from the source.

It was as if the entire chaos had solidified.

However, this solidification is not static and does not lose all change.

In fact, all the masters of the secret realm, all the secret realms, and all the tribes of the secret realm can move freely.

They can fight, they can run, they can do whatever they want.

They are still thinking, they are still observing everything.

But between what they think and what they do, there is a barrier called falsehood.

They could only stand quietly, watch quietly, and think quietly, but they couldn't turn all their thoughts into actions.

Snapped!
The two duel fields split open.

Lord Taixu turned into a thunderous majesty and returned to the group of masters of the secret realm.

Pan Gu walked out carrying the head of Lord Jiao Chi. He didn't even have many injuries on his body, but there were some wrinkles at the corners of his clothes.

the other side.

The Eastern Desolation God Lord also spilled hundreds of millions of blood, dragging half of his body and escaped.

The Lord of Yaoguang and the Lord of Feitian disappeared.

Tong Tian was much more embarrassed, hundreds of wounds appeared on his body, but most of them were healed in just one breath.

He held the Dao sword in his hand, and the blood of the mysterious master on the sword exuded terrifying power.

Tongtian looked at the half of the Eastern Desolation God Lord who had escaped with disdain, and without saying anything, he drew back his sword and retreated.

Enemy only.

Tongtian Saint has always had nothing to say to the enemy.

Raise the sword and cut it, so where is there so much nonsense?
Tongtian came to Zishou, took a look at Zishou, and found that Zishou was very different from before.

If he could still see the boundary of Zishou before, now he can't see the boundary of Zishou at all.

This is only a short time, what happened?
Tong Tian raised his eyebrows in doubt, but then he smiled.

Whatever it is.

It's all good.

PS: This is the end of the book, and there should be another chapter, which will be posted in two days.There are still a lot of plots in the back, including the Great Desolate World, the true origin of the Primordial Prison, and writing some plots of the heavens with the world of a few inmates.It's just that the state is too bad recently, the child is always sick, and the whole person has fallen into anxiety.After finishing the book, I will write a few Zhutian Fanwai for free for everyone to read.I will write this testimonial after I finish it. I won’t talk about it here, because the word count will be overcharged.