"At the beginning of the ancient times, who preached the Dao..."
Amidst the rumbling drums, a low chanting sound lingered and lingered, like maggots attached to the bones.
"It's me!"
The earth-shattering answer was inexplicably shocking.
"The upper and lower have yet to form, how can I test it?"
"I know!" An incomparably firm answer surged in the hearts of the people.
In the entire Luming Hall, a strange terror gradually spread.
People discovered that as the low chanting sound appeared.
They were no longer able to control themselves.
Something was wriggling under their skin.
Slowly, bit by bit.
There was even something screaming in their internal organs.
In their souls, unease and ominous thoughts quickly spread.
However, no one could escape.
Because everyone had lost their freedom of movement.
They seemed to have been imprisoned, as if they had been frozen by some great divine ability.
They had no choice, and their lives were worse than death.
Only a delicate and cute girl could still move freely.
Moreover, she didn't seem to be restricted at all.
She could even save people.
Princess Fusang, the beloved son of Li Gong, finally sat on a bench in the dance hall with her help.
The princess held her hand tightly, as if she was holding on to a life-saving straw.
Everyone looked expectantly at the girl.
Their eyes were filled with pleading.
But the princess held on tightly to her.
People wanted to open their mouths, but found that they couldn't open them no matter how hard they tried.
They lowered their heads, and their eyes seemed to crawl out of their sockets.
They looked at their own mouths.
The mouths that were originally used for breathing, eating, and speaking.
Now, there was nothing there.
The mouth, this organ, seemed to not exist.
The ominous terror spread further!
Dong dong dong!
The disorderly drumming continued to be heard.
Rumble. The thunder above their heads continued to rumble.
Dark clouds covered the sky, the clouds surged, and darkness invaded the earth.
In many streets, even the street lamps began to dim.
It was as if the world would usher in the next second.
… …
On the dance floor.
Ling Ping'an was excited about his talent.
Because the audience in front of him liked his music very much.
People screamed and swayed their bodies crazily, making all sorts of difficult movements.
Even his cat gave him face.
It actually turned into a black-haired girl, dancing to the beat of the drums on the floor.
Incomparably elegant, incomparably charming.
Although …
He couldn't understand how his cat had turned into a young girl.
"Could it be …" His remaining rationality was questioning, "Did I eat or drink something hallucinogenic here?"
Now that he thought about it, it did seem possible.
Which decent person would think that he was possessed by Liu Ling?
Which normal person would be so arrogant as to think that he was the ruler of the world?
However, at the same time, the arrogance and wildness in his heart continued to rise!
Liu Che's mausoleum is full of stagnant bones, Ying Zhengzi's restaurant is full of abalone!
Even the Gods and Buddhas had to face the Three Calamities and Nine Tribulations!
In the end, he would die and his Dao would disappear!
Even if it was a star, there would come a day when all its fuel would be burned up and it would collapse.
Even the central black hole at the center of the universe would explode.
But …
I will exist forever!
I will exist forever!
Only I exist forever!
Because …
I am above all things!
Above everything else in the world!
Higher than matter, higher than spirit!
Thus, the tone of the chanting had become strange even to Ling Ping'an himself.
"Bright and dark, who can reach the extreme …" Every word was stretched out, and the intonation began to drift left and right, up and down. Amidst the rumbling sound of the drum, it strangely stepped on the beat.
"Feng Yi is just an elephant, how can I recognize it?"
He raised his head and softly spat out the answer.
This was the answer that the ancients had been searching for all their lives.
"I can!"
Because …
I was born in chaos, I am chaos!
With this thought, Ling Ping\ 'an knew that there was no need to chant the rest of the poems.
Because all the answers had an explanation.
Everything was because of him!
He was the source of everything and the creator of everything.
At the beginning of ancient times, in the chaos.
Earth, water, wind, fire, the universe, Yin and Yang were all determined by him.
And life and death, misfortune, rise and fall were also determined by his will.
Everything was just a line in his hand.
In his eternal dream, it moved with his breathing, and it lived and died with his thoughts.
Thus, he was vigorous.
Thus, he was extremely arrogant!
The sky was low and the earth was thin, and the universe was small.
The world was so small that it couldn\'t even accommodate one of his fingers. The world was so fragile that it couldn\'t even support one of his fingers.
… …
Rumble!
The thunder in the sky became more and more urgent, almost one after another.
Thunder exploded, and the dark clouds were constantly torn apart.
The entire world seemed to be on the verge of collapse under the terrifying might of heaven and earth, as if the end of the world would come in the next second.
On the road, ants kept surging out.
Even in winter, countless poisonous snakes still braved the cold and crawled out of their holes.
Countless rats followed beside them.
Li Shouyi also sensed a tremor that came from his soul.
His psionic sense told him that the world was falling apart right in front of him.
But where did the danger come from?
He raised his head.
Faintly, there seemed to be an extremely strange and terrifying whisper in his ears.
"Who can reach the extremity of the darkness …"
"Feng Yi is just an elephant, how can I recognize it..."
The voice surged in the clouds, conducted in the earth, and echoed in the air.
Every word was filled with terrifying strangeness.
Finally, a firm but terrifying answer reverberated in the thunder in the sky.
"I can!!!"
Thus, lightning flashed across the sky, and heaven and earth resonated!
The psionic power was whimpering towards the path of crazy destruction.
Li Shouyi had a premonition.
If the owner of that voice continued.
The world would be torn apart by his great power!
Even though that might not be his original intention.
However...
This was like a child playing. He might not know that he would break the toy in his hand.
It was the same now.
That person was unscrupulously awakening his strength.
But his power was simply too great.
Even if he only awakened one percent of his skin, it could break the world!
Because even if it was one percent of his mass, it was enough to tear the earth apart and even the sun apart!
"Is it that person?" Li Shouyi looked at the Luming Villa in fear.
Then, he rushed towards the Luming Villa without a care for anything else.
He had to go!
… …
Ling Ping\ 'an was extremely crazy.
The world was like a chicken egg, and the universe was like a bathtub.
The arrogance and wildness in his heart had reached the point of lawlessness.
He even thought, "Such a fragile and small world..."
The world was in a trance.
In his eyes, the audience on the dance floor in front of him were nothing more than mayflies.
They trembled in the sound of the drums and twisted in the low moans.
Their bodies seemed to be collapsing.
"Such fragile lives..."
"What\'s the point of their existence? What\'s the point of living? "
"It\'s better to crush them than to be free!"
With this thought, he laughed wildly.
In his hands, countless things seemed to be about to drill out of his flesh.
This fragile world, these tiny mortals.
Destroy!
Distort!
Thus, he raised his hands and was about to slap them heavily.
The drum that sounded the end of the world, the lingering sound of destruction to all living beings in the world.
But...
But his hand stopped in mid-air.
His mouth was only open.
Because...
"You have to remember the warmth of this world..."
"Don\'t smash it!"
His mother\'s voice echoed in his ears.
"The warmth of the world?" Ling Ping\ 'an muttered to himself.
His rationality seemed to be returning.
He remembered a lot.
The education and love he had received since he was young.
The smiles of his neighbors.
Also, the smell on his aunt\'s body...
Aunt Cai\'s steamed dumplings and tofu pudding.
Chiba Michiko\'s takeaway.
He also thought of Uncle Wang, Uncle Zhang, Grandma Hu...
And Hu Nuonuo...
The shadows of the people he knew and remembered flashed through his mind.
"Although this world is boring..."
"Although this world is fragile..."
"But..."
"It\'s better not to crush it!"
He thought.
If he crushed it, he would have to suture it again if he regretted it.
Moreover, even if he glued it back together, there would still be cracks. It would not be so perfect!
Thus, he put down his hand.
When he put down his hand.
The rumbling of thunder in the sky stopped.
The dark clouds dispersed, and the moon was dark and the wind was high.
Countless people opened their windows and stuck their heads out.
Hualala!
Rain fell from the sky.
The ants on the road crawled back to their nests.
The poisonous snakes that came out of their holes struggled and crawled back into the cave.
The rats scattered in all directions.
Li Shouyi landed on a hill near the Luming Villa.
Rain poured down from the sky.
He reached out and received some rain.
Unexpectedly, the rain was not cold at all. Instead, it felt warm.
He raised his head. In the rain, a bright moon appeared from the dark clouds in the sky.
The moonlight accompanied the heavy rain and sprinkled all over the ground.
For a moment, the rain was like a silver line, stretching endlessly!
Li Shouyi was infatuated.
He knew that the disaster was over.
And the feast was about to begin!
… …
Ling Pingan put down his hand.
He suddenly laughed.
His cat jumped back from the table and jumped into his arms, acting coquettishly.
The little guy stuck out his tongue and licked the back of his master\'s hand.
It seemed to be very afraid!
"Don\'t be afraid!" Ling Pingan stroked its fur.
Then, he looked at the world in front of him.
The entire dance floor and all the audience collapsed to the ground, unable to move.
They seemed to be unable to extricate themselves from hearing the peerless music created by Ling Pingan and immersed themselves in the paradise of music.
In the music stage, the few band members were like a pool of mud.
They were probably intoxicated because they heard the beautiful music that they would never hear in their entire lives.
"The audience is so supportive..." Ling Pingan thought, "I have to repay them!"
Yes!
He had to repay the audience\'s enthusiasm.
As an artist, as a musician.
Ling Pingan deeply felt that only music could thank these lovely audience members.
So, he patted lightly.
The drums were long.
At the same time, he began to sing.
The song was vast and filled with an ancient charm.
"Flying light, flying light, persuading you to have a glass of wine..."
"I don\'t know the height of the sky and the thickness of the earth!"
"But I see the moon is cold and the sun is warm, frying my life..."
He swayed as if he was drunk.
As he sang, psionic power surged inside and outside the dance floor.
One by one, the people whose skin and flesh were already festering and their bodies were scattered gradually stood up again.
The cracked skin was reunited, and the blood that flowed out returned to the body.
Those strangeness and strangeness disappeared without a trace.
Not only that.
Amidst the singing and the leisurely drumming.
Psionic power seeped into their skin bit by bit.
They were confused and at a loss.
Their previous memories seemed to have been forgotten.
Everyone raised their heads and looked at the man wearing a mask on the music stage. He was holding a kitten and gently beating the drums.
Dong dong dong!
The sound of the drums was pleasant to the ears.
"Isn\'t that..." In the crowd, Cen Mai frowned, "Brother Ling from Jiang City?"
"Why did he go on stage?"
But in the next second, he didn\'t have time to think.
Because...
He looked at his hands. There was a warm current flowing in his meridians.
Psionic power was slowly flowing in his internal organs and dantian.
"I..."
"I\'m going to become a transcendent being?!"
He was pleasantly surprised.
He immediately understood that this was a heaven-sent opportunity, an excellent opportunity!
Immediately, he followed the teachings of his family and sat down cross-legged to guide the psionic power.
And on his left and right, countless people who had reacted had already sat down cross-legged.
Everyone understood now.
A mighty figure was enlightening them!
… …
In the Luming Hall.
It was a mess.
The entire hall was on the verge of collapse under the sound of the drums.
The marble floor was cracking inch by inch.
On the walls, countless cracks spread out like spider webs.
But what was even more terrifying was what was happening to the people in the hall.
Countless people were already paralyzed.
Their limbs were twisting and separating.
The sound of the drums kept coming.
Under their skin and flesh, an unknown terror was wriggling and gestating.
In the sky, thunder rumbled.
Doors shattered in the wind and rain.
Countless windows burst open one by one.
Only Chiba Michiko and Li Gong, who was under her protection, still maintained their human forms.
However, the wind outside the door was howling, and the world was swaying.
Even they wouldn\'t be able to hold on for long.
Suddenly...
The drums stopped.
The thunder also stopped.
The wind and rain seemed to have stopped.
Then. Crash!
A torrential rain fell from the sky.
Then...
The drawn-out sound of drums rang in his ears.
A low and clear voice echoed in his ears.
"Flying light, flying light, persuading you to drink a glass of wine..."
"I don\'t know the height of the sky, the thickness of the earth..."
"Only seeing the moon cold and the sun warm, comes to fry my life..."
One figure after another stood up.
They seemed to look around in a daze, as if they had forgotten what had happened before.
The shattered doors and windows were restored bit by bit under some mighty force.
The cracked floor was restored again.
The cracks on the wall were restored bit by bit.
It was as if nothing had happened.
However, Chiba Michiko and Li Gong remembered it clearly.
They had seen with their own eyes the boundless terrifying disaster that had appeared in front of them. They had also seen with their own eyes the distortion of the attendees inside and outside the hall.
It was as if a terrifying nightmare had lingered in their minds.
The sound of a cappella echoed quietly in her ears.
The fear in their hearts had calmed down.
"Li He\'s poem..." Listening to the clear voice in his ears, Li Gong suddenly said, "This is Li He\'s\ 'bitter days are short\'!"
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