The world is made of superior affinity.
The Scroll Universe is made of superior affinity, no different from Simon's Pure Land or Xiangshu's Hell.
This superior affinity comes from that decaying macrocosm.
The foundation of existence is superior affinity.
And the operation of superior affinity presents the cosmic phase.
Space-time, matter, energy, concepts, laws…
The movement of superior affinity allows these existences to evolve.
The swordsman Mo Yun, after observing the Buddhist-Demonic War, completely comprehended the ultimate truth.
The existence of the world is no different from my existence.
My mind is all my phases.
If the mind can replace me, it can replace the universe.
Let matter and energy become my sword, let time and space also become my sword.
What if a mere glacier is divided into three parts?
The Sword Beyond God – The Universe in the Heart.
Mo Yun melted into the raging sword qi, and this brilliant sword light spread, binding and altering the glaciers, plants, air, and dust along its path with its domineering sword intent.
This is truly the Sword of All Things!
The Stranger Jiu Han opened his eyes wide, his pupils a deep blue tinged with purple, reflecting a light that transcended the mundane world.
"What beautiful swordsmanship… My Path can be at peace…"
That torrent of sword qi, like a dragon, plunged into the ten-thousand-mile ice river, and in an instant, this boundless ice body, which came from the northwest and covered the Western Regions, Shanxi, Jingji, Liaodong, Shandong, and most of Jingbei, vanished into thin air.
An ice dragon flew into the sky and disappeared.
Mo Yun lay prostrate on the ground.
His body was severely injured, his meridians shattered, and he couldn't move.
He felt a gentle cold breeze on his face, and the delicate downy hairs on his face swayed slightly.
The wind came from the left.
The swordsman turned his head to look.
The Stranger Jiu Han had small snowflakes flying around him, and a woman as white as ice and snow, as cold as ice and snow, and as proud as ice and snow stood before Jiu Han.
She took Jiu Han's hand.
The midday light, warm and flowing, made the Snow Maiden's skin appear translucent and radiant, and cast a golden halo over Jiu Han's sallow face.
The two strange beings, cold and despondent, smiled the gentlest smiles of this life and the next at each other, and holding hands, they walked away, disappearing into the end of the wind and snow.
Mo Yun looked at a sword hilt lying on the ground, struggled a bit, slightly propped himself up, then collapsed from exhaustion, the ground was so hard, pressing against his chest and forcing out a large mouthful of blood.
"Sorry, kid, I've worn out your body… Haha, I can't accompany you on the rest of the journey…"
The strongest swordsman in the world, the Crippled Sword Young Master Mo Yun, smiled gently as he departed from the world, his last bit of spirit used to repair his body, and on this god-demon battlefield, witnessed by no one, a hero's curtain fell.
In a flash, Wang Ping'an sat up in a daze.
What happened?
Where am I?
From the long Daoist robe and wide sleeves, several sword blades fell out and landed on the ground.
"Sleeve Dragon! How did it break?" The Daoist's heart ached, and as soon as he spoke, he tasted a mouthful of blood, "Yi yi yi! How did this little Daoist bleed so much?"
"Could it be?" A possibility flashed through his mind like lightning, "Could I have been beaten up by the Buddhist Son?"
Boom—!!!
"Excellent! Again!"
On the horizon, two giants were fighting, and the roar came from afar.
Wang Ping'an flinched at the loud noise, haphazardly picked up the flying sword fragments, wiped the blood from his face, and started to run away from this dangerous place.
However, after only a few steps, his right foot stepped on something hard, he lost his balance, slipped, and twisted his ankle.
"Ow! Roar!" The Daoist fell, rolling several times while clutching his ankle, "It hurts me to death!"
He was now suffering from internal injuries, his internal qi was depleted, his cultivation had regressed, and he was at his weakest. This fall was not light, almost ending his young life on the spot.
"What ambushed Daoist Master!" Wang Ping'an fumbled around and found a sword hilt in the grass.
It was an object shaped like a sword hilt, entirely carved from ice.
There were also characters carved on it—Da Xuan Ning.
"Eh? Is this one of those sword hilts from the Sword Tomb?"
At this moment, the sword hilt trembled slightly, pointing towards the distant battlefield.
Blood Maple and Sun Lichai were in the midst of a fierce battle, and their forms grew larger and larger, already breaking through the clouds.
With every gesture, strong winds raged, stirring up the clouds in the sky, turning them into white smoke between their fingers and ribbons around their waists, and intense friction generated electricity, crackling and roaring.
"So… so powerful!"
Daoist Wang had only glanced at it earlier, not daring to look closely, but now that he focused his gaze, he was immediately dumbfounded.
It is said that in ancient times there were giants, such as the Fangfeng clan and the Longbo people, and the pure and beautiful power of these giants was greatly admired. Wang Ping'an usually enjoyed reading books like "Shan Hai Jing" and "Lie Zi", and had also praised and yearned for giants. Now that two giants actually appeared before his eyes, his courage was shattered.
"Run, run, run!!!" The Daoist was so scared that he just fled, even forgetting his Pure Land. In his panic, the squall line behind him slowly advanced, and the endless strong wind swept him up, sending him flying high, thrown backward, towards the giant battlefield!
"Mommy! Three Pure Ones Patriarchs! Lu Yuan Bodhisattva! Save this little Daoist!"
The screams disappeared in the wind.
…
The world is made of superior affinity.
But superior affinity also has different states.
Its movement—Yuan Stream—can be considered another system.
Only superior affinity with Yuan Stream can unleash infinite existence.
And a world where Yuan Stream has disappeared will gradually become silent, eventually returning to nothingness—Yuan Zhu.
Yuan Stream and Yuan Zhu, a cycle of repetition.
superior affinity remains superior affinity, but the universe will undergo formation, dwelling, decay, and emptiness in this cycle, constantly renewing itself—this process is very long.
The Scroll Universe's primordial spirit maintains the Yuan Stream through reincarnation, while the macrocosm outside, although the Yuan Stream still exists, has slowly decelerated, a state no longer suitable for the active period of cosmic life.
If the superior affinity of the Scroll Universe is like a rushing river, then the superior affinity of the macrocosm is like a slowly moving glacier.
The Scroll Universe is like a small eddy on the glacier, and there are quite a few such small eddies.
And within the superior affinity of the Scroll Universe, Simon's Pure Land and Xiangshu's Hell are like two hydroponic onions, their roots spreading out.
The difference is that the Pure Land is more vast, and the Pure Land recognized by the Scroll Primordial Spirit has gradually become the universe itself, while Xiangshu's pathetic Hell can only cower.
superior affinity has no concept of time and space.
Both the Pure Land and Hell extend into the past and future.
Simon and Xiangshu's existence also extends into the three times.
Their confrontation is not only in space but also in time.
…
Zhuolu.
Black clouds covered the sky.
Two armies faced each other on the plain.
Ji Xuanyuan stood on the Chariot of Seven Treasures, his left hand on his sword, his right hand stroking his beard, gazing at Chi You from afar.
This battle must be fought, and it must be won! The land of Huaxia, the civilization of Huaxia, hundreds of millions of people, a civilization of ten thousand generations, this battle is worth looking forward to!
After repeated defeats, Chi You's army was exhausted, and seizing the position by killing the enemy was for today!
At this critical moment.
In the open space between the two armies, a golden canvas inexplicably flew out, spiraling upwards into the sky, and a faint roar emanated from it. Upon hearing it, the soldiers of both sides immediately turned red-eyed, their expressions distorted, appearing extremely pained.
The Emperor's Chariot cast down rays of profound light, protecting Ji Xuanyuan and shielding him from Xiangshu's roar. The future Yellow Emperor watched in horror at the golden canvas that appeared from nowhere.
Behind him, Guangchengzi narrowed his eyes and whispered, "The most evil demon, a great calamity for the world."
The soul-shattering, mind-destroying roars continuously surged, causing the two armies to scatter. It looked like a scene of complete annihilation.
At this moment, a circular hole opened in the clouds, and a pillar of light shone down. A black sphere fell like a meteor, crashing violently onto the paper. Xiangshu let out a muffled groan.
The golden paper and the black sphere disappeared simultaneously.
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