Investiture of the Gods Xiao Sheng, the Poor Taoist Priest, Even Rogue Cultivators Have Human Rights

Chapter 114 Transformed into the most powerful magical power - the golden pupil that can break throuChapter 114 Transformed into the most powerful magical power - the golden pupil that can break through the void!
So, he did not resist and let this force pull him along. In an instant, his soul was like a rainbow, as if he had crossed endless time and space and suddenly found himself in a vast and boundless space.

Looking up, you will see a majestic river flowing endlessly across the sky and earth, majestic and awe-inspiring.

The river is surging, and every wave contains a magnificent era. Countless lives rise and fall in it, firmly controlled by the thread of fate until the end.

Obviously, this is the core of the legendary primitive world - the River of Destiny, which controls the fate of all living things in the world!
In the final analysis, the purpose of spiritual practice is to break free from the shackles of this long river of fate and achieve true self-mastery.

In this vast river of fate, every cultivator is like a fish swimming hard in the river. No matter how powerful they are, they can never escape the shackles of the river. Only when they have cultivated to a very high level and have full wings can they leap into the air, jump out of the river, soar above the water, and rise above fate. This is the realm of the Golden Immortal that everyone dreams of!

Once one reaches Daluo, it means eternal immortality, freedom and ease, without any constraints.

Xiao Sheng stared at the vast river of fate in front of him, and a myriad of thoughts surged in his mind. Since ancient times, how many creatures in the prehistoric world have struggled hard in this river of fate, just to seek a glimmer of hope for transcendence. However, how many people can truly successfully break out of the cocoon and become a butterfly, and jump out of the long river?

He couldn’t help but cast his gaze toward the upper reaches of the river, where he saw a series of shocking scenes: there was Kunpeng flapping its wings and soaring into the sky; there was a vast sea of ​​blood that could not be exhausted at a glance; there were ginseng fruit trees taking root, with luxuriant branches and leaves, covering the sky and the sun... These were the marks left by those who had reached the realm of Daluo or even surpassed Daluo.

Further upstream, the scene became even more shocking, waves of terrifying auras swept in like a tide, almost covering the entire river of fate. There, bitter bamboo and innate Gengjin Bodhi shone brightly, a peerless beauty stood on the waves, and three mysterious figures sat side by side, one of whom had a sword-like aura, one was proud and unyielding, and one was extraordinary and otherworldly. There was no doubt that these were the prominent figures of the six saints of the prehistoric world.

However, they were not the most eye-catching existence. Above them, there was a purple cricket emitting a tremendous momentum and a emerald green willow tree that reached the sky and the earth. The cricket was surrounded by a fierce aura, which was completely different from the impression of Hongjun who was detached from the world and had no sorrow or joy; and the willow tree was undoubtedly the incarnation of one of the Chaos Demon Gods, the Space Demon God Yangmei.

”Hongjun and Yangmei are indeed worthy of their reputation!” Xiao Sheng’s heart surged, and he was shocked. According to rumors in the prehistoric world, Hongjun was originally a cricket, so how could he release such a frightening and murderous aura? This is very different from the image of him who is detached from the world and ruthless. As for Yangmei, his existence further confirmed the long-standing speculation in the prehistoric world that this Chaos Demon God is not only alive, but may even have been promoted to the top powerhouse in the prehistoric world!
At this moment, although those marks exude earth-shaking power, there is still a layer of faint brilliance looming above them. For some marks, this layer of brilliance is even stronger.

If you look carefully, you can see that the imprints are of different shapes: there is the Golden Crow wearing golden armor and shining brightly; there is the towering Ancestral Witch with powerful energy and blood... They are all well-known and powerful figures in the history of the prehistoric times. Although they have fallen, the imprints of their heroic souls will still be immortal in this long river of fate.