Emperor’s Domination

The sound of the rock chisel echoes in the wilderness. The sound of the rock chisel is not in a hurry. On the contrary, the sound of the “chisel, chisel, chisel" chisel is very rhythmic and sounds particularly comfortable, as if it became a timeless rhythm between heaven and earth, adorning this peaceful heaven and earth.

It is precisely because of the sound of the “chisel, chisel, chisel” that this tranquil heaven and earth is no longer so bored and this tranquil heaven and earth is alive.

Follow the prestige of the "bells, bells, bells” and see an old man digging stone walls on that short peak.

The old man, dressed in cloth, had wrinkles on his face, and years had left countless marks on his face, but no matter how old he was, he could not hone his perseverance.

His eyes were bright, very godly, and without the slightest twilight of the old man, his eyes seemed to be deep and full of wisdom, as if his eyes were also witness to the world's countless mulberries, to the countless mulberries of the sea.

When you look at these eyes, you think, "There's nothing in the world that can't be accommodated by these eyes."

The old man's old hand was covered with calluses and wrinkles on the back of his hand, but when the old hand held the hammer and the iron chisel tightly in his hand, it was so firm that, under one hammer, nothing seemed impossible to chisel.

At this point, the old man held the hammer and the iron chisel tightly in his hands and slowly carved the stone wall. Although he carved it very slowly, he could carve it down word for word.

The chiseling of "bells, bells, bells” echoes between the heavens and the earth, seemingly becoming an eternal rhythm, an eternal melody, such a rhythm, such a melody, sounds so wonderful.

You know, this little mountain, it's hard enough to imagine, and even if the sky collapses, it can't smash it, or possibly, it can puncture the smashed sky.

Such a hard mountain, no sharp weapon can break through it or leave a trace on it.

But as the old man slowly carved under one hammer, the stone chips drifted, and the marks that were carved out slowly appeared under the iron chip.

Underneath that unwavering iron, it seems that this mountain, however hard it may be, is engraved inch by inch.

Looking up, the old man carved on the stone wall is one symbol after another, which is ancient and difficult to comprehend. Moreover, from the carved marks of these inscriptions, the first inscribed inscriptions have gone through countless years.

This means that under this stone wall, every moment of writing, it takes a thousand years, even 10,000 years, and the whole process is long enough.

The inscriptions carved on the stone wall in front of you are tens of thousands, and, as you can see, the inscriptions carved on the stone wall, if they are all carved out, are just a complete and untouched chapter.

Imagine how long it would take to carve a script for thousands of years, then, an unprecedented chapter of thousands of scripts, just to carve it through the ages.

No matter how many years it takes to carve it out, it seems that it is not a problem for this old man, at least, time is not a problem.

He was engraved there again and again, afraid that he would not feel the passage of time. The only ones under him would flow were those engraved again and again, not the flowing time, nor the world of Canghai Mulberry.

The old man was carved out over and over again, and he didn't care what was going on out there, or what was going on in the world. For him, even if a million years had passed, he didn't have any feelings, even if it was Canghai Santian.

The only thing that keeps him focused is that he's under the iron, and he's able to carve out one symbol after another, and that's what he really cares about.

If you're not strong enough, then all you can see is that the old man carved out one symbol after another in front of this stone wall.

But when you're strong enough, it's completely different. When you're a powerful enough true emperor, and you open your eyes and you look at the scene, you'll see that the old man carved it on the stone wall, it's not just the script, it's not just the stone wall.

Normal emperors can't even see the magic of this, they can really see through the magic machine, only the original ancestors like this exist.

When you are an ancestor, and you look at the old man's inscriptions on the stone wall, you will find that this obscure inscription is a treasure book of light, it records the method of light heart, only to exceed all the minds of the Sacred House of Light, every word, every word, is refined by a thousand hammers, very refined.

Beyond that, if you look closely, you'll find that the inscriptions carved on the stone wall, it's not that simple, it's not just thousands of inscriptions on the stone wall.

When you are a mighty true emperor, when you open your eyes and look closely at these inscriptions engraved on the stone wall, you will discover that the inscriptions engraved there are vast scriptures, each symbol representing a scroll of the Unprecious Book.

In other words, this symbol, one volume after another, is a treasure book, and this is a unique book of light. Each volume of treasure book has been refined by a thousand hammers, and has gone through millions of years of millions of years of polishing.

And what's even scarier is that this roll of treasure is not just as simple as carving it on this stone wall.

When you have that power, you look down on the entire light system, and when you have that power to explore the source of the light system.

Only then will you truly discover Awesome, the inscription carved on the stone wall, where it is carved is the source of the light system.

This means that the old man carved himself into the source of the Light Holy Land one after the other.

Know that the source of a Taoist Path is sacrificed by the Original Fathers in their own supreme hearts, and it carries an unbridled path of the Original Fathers.

But when a man engraves his Book of Light in the source of the Way, it means that every moment he engraves a symbol, he erases one of the symbols that brands the saint of the Far East in the source of the Way, and then leaves his brand.

If so engraved one after the other, it would be tantamount to the old man taking his own glorious treasure and replacing, step after step, the unbridled mind of the saints of the Far East in the source of the way.

In this way, over time and slowly, the whole light path will change, and at some point in the future, when the old man completely engraves his last chapter in the source of the path, he will replace it.

Since then, the Light Dao system inherited the Light Dao system, which is no longer a saint of the Far East, but his, except that all the creatures of the Light Sacred House have not been able to detect the silencing of this million-year-old divination.

This is unimaginable, imagine that when a person is strong enough to destroy a moral system, it is not particularly difficult, especially for those with ancestral power.

It can even be said that when a person becomes an ancestor, he himself possesses the power to create a Daoist system.

But if you replace the inheritance of a Taoist system that has been carrying it for millions of years with your inheritance, that's a tough thing to do.

What is so difficult is not only the need for long periods of latent silencing, but also the need for equally opposing methods of work, but also for very countervailing forces.

With such countervailing power, it took millions of years to silence the dive, only to fear that no one would do it.

After all, for a man with such great power, they have a lot to do, and they can do other things that are even more astonishing, and there's no need to waste their whole lives on this latent silencing.

The old man carved on the stone wall, very focused, very forgetful of me, it seems that there is only one symbol under his iron.

Li Qinight leaned under the old tree, watching the old man carve out the script, very comfortable, very laid back.

At this time, Li Qi Night seems to have forgotten the time, and the old man, too, can only focus on the inscriptions he engraved.

I don't know how long it took before the old man finally climbed down the stone wall, sat under the old tree and drank his breath.

“Beautiful symbol.” Li Qinight leaned against the old tree and looked at the inscription on the stone wall and said softly.

“It's beautiful.” The old man also admired his masterpiece, and his wrinkled face climbed to a smile.

It seemed that he was satisfied with his masterpiece, as if it were the most perfect piece of art in the world.

“If I venture against a man, I will surely destroy him, destroy his foundations and make everything go away.” Li Qi said softly at night.

“It's a game.” The old man drank his saliva and said, "I can win. His Bright Avenue is just the left side of the door. My Bright Avenue is the main street.” “But his bright avenues, more direct and effective, practice faster.” Li Qi Night said softly: “And your Bright Avenue, thick and thin hair, practiced like an old cow puller, slowly. ”

“Desire is not fast enough.” The old man didn't care at all. He was confident in his path and said: “Rapid, then exorcised. It's not Wang Dao, it's just a sword walking away. ”

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