Volume 7: Ancient Immortals Build Bridges Out of 9 Mountains Chapter 1012: Open the Gate of Origin!

On this day, almost all the Fang family members saw a green dragon flying out of the Medicine Pavilion of the Alchemy Line. The dragon soared into the sky and circled the Dongsheng Star for a long time before dispersing.

As it dispersed, bits of green crystal light scattered across the entire Dongsheng Star and landed on the earth, making the entire star seem to glow with some vitality, as if nourished.

This scene shocked all the monks in Dongsheng Star.

Fang Yanxu was in the Yaoxian Sect and saw this scene with his own eyes. He looked strongly moved and looked in the direction of the Alchemy Line. He murmured for a long time.

"The legend of the eighth floor is true... If any alchemist can unseal the green dragon of vegetation when he first steps into the eighth floor, this dragon will rush out of the medicine pavilion and nourish the earth.

This Meng Hao, his attainments in alchemy have reached such an extent..."

Fang Shoudao breathed rapidly, opened his eyes wide, and stared blankly at the crystal light that nourished the stars after the green dragon dissipated. When he raised his right hand, a piece of crystal light fell on the palm of his hand.

At the same time, in the midair of the ancestral house, the Taoist bell appeared again, ringing the bell, which echoed in the hearts of every Fang family member and lingered for a long time.

Discussions, uproar, and boiling shouts appeared in every part of the family. After experiencing rebellion, the Fang family now needs such cheers to unite the family's stronger strength.

In the medicine pavilion, on the eighth floor, Meng Hao saw with his own eyes the flying figure of the green dragon after he had untied all the vegetation. As the green dragon flew out, the eighth floor was filled with rays of light, countless The changes in the vegetation appeared in the flashing light curtains.

Meng Hao did not go to the next floor immediately, but sat down cross-legged. When he closed his eyes, he silently remembered the millions of herbs he had seen before in his mind.

After a long time, when he opened his eyes, there was a strong light in his eyes, and he looked at the door that appeared not far away after the perfect clearance of the eighth floor!

It's no longer a staircase, but a door, a door leading to the ninth floor!

That's the last layer!

"The Fang Family's Medicine Pavilion is a masterpiece that has transformed the vegetation to the extreme, especially on the eighth floor, which has reached a peak."

"So, what kind of test will be on the ninth floor?" Meng Hao looked at the door, curious in his heart. After a while, he stood up and walked towards the door.

Getting closer step by step,

When he stood in front of the door, Meng Hao's eyes flashed, and he pushed it open. Without hesitation, he stepped in and stepped on the last floor of the medicine pavilion.

The moment he stepped in, Meng Hao's footsteps suddenly stopped. He stood there in a daze, looking at the world in front of him.

This is a world.

The sky is blue, with a golden sun emitting dazzling light high in the sky. In the sky, birds fly from time to time, and any one of those birds is extremely huge.

In the distance, the ground shook, and a giant roared and ran past.

It all seemed like in ancient times, a small piece of grass caught Meng Hao's attention. It grew next to a stone. It looked ordinary. But if you look closely, it seemed that... it was planted by that person a long time ago. The stone pressed down on it, but its tenacity allowed it to finally push away the stone and grow out from the side.

Meng Hao was a little confused, but in just a few breaths, the scene flashed, and when he appeared again, he was still in the same place as before, but the mountain collapsed and the grass shattered.

But there was a broken part that flew up in the collapse of the world. In mid-air, together with countless gravels, it rolled into the distance, and finally fell into a puddle on the ground and sank.

Time passed, and after an unknown number of years, a different grass grew out of the puddle, which seemed to be tougher and more persistent.

Meng Hao frowned. He didn't know what he was seeing, and what it had to do with the tenth level. In silence, he continued to look. He saw the changes of the years, the sun rising and setting again and again. The grass withered, and then reappeared, over and over again, until one day, the collision of the earth caused the place where the grass was to become the seabed.

The soil became silt, burying it deeply.

Time passes again, and when the grass in the mud grows again, its appearance changes, as if it has become seaweed, spreading out, like hair, growing longer and longer.

Then, the sea water dried up, the seaweed withered and gradually disappeared. After a long time, big trees grew there and became a jungle. There was a big tree there, just like the grass back then.

As time passed, Meng Hao looked at the big tree. It gradually shrank, and the surrounding trees withered. Only it grew stronger and stronger, so much so that it attracted thunder from the sky.

In the thunder that day, it withered. At the moment when it was about to die, a new bud became the only green in the world, growing on the dead tree.

Meng Hao was stunned. He looked at the new sprout. An aura that shocked Meng Hao faintly grew on the new sprout. After a long time, a hand pulled the new sprout down from the depths of nothingness.

"Sure enough, it became a holy medicine." There were vicissitudes of voice echoing, and the picture in front of Meng Hao was shattered.

When everything disappeared, Meng Hao was breathing rapidly. He saw where he was. It was a medicine hospital, and there was only one herb in the medicine field.

It was a sprout, a sprout that Meng Hao saw for a lifetime in that illusory scene.

Meng Hao was stunned. He looked at the new bud, his expression gradually revealing his thoughts.

"Do you understand?" On this ninth floor, the vicissitudes of voice that appeared on the previous eight floors echoed.

"What is the highest realm of plants? No one can answer. Everyone has his own answer!"

"A small grass from ancient times, after experiencing a series of fortunes, who says it can't become a holy medicine that shakes the world!"

"Everything is vulgar, but everything is extraordinary!"

"When a cultivator practices, he wants to jump out of the boundary, like a fish leaping over the dragon gate... The same is true for plants. Refining them into pills, swallowing them, and strengthening oneself, you should also feel the will of the plants themselves.

It seems that the plants have died after becoming pills, but who can tell whether this is another life of plants."

When the vicissitudes of life echoed, Meng Hao sat cross-legged silently, looking at the new bud, he suddenly thought of the scene of a generation of ancestors turning into stars.

He turned into a star, and countless plants grew on this star...

"This is..." Meng Hao murmured. He felt that he seemed to have grasped something, but he couldn't say it clearly, like countless lines in his mind, it was difficult to grasp the clue.

"Reincarnation?" Meng Hao looked up.

The moment he said this, the world he was in collapsed. With the collapse, countless fragments gathered together again, and a virtual picture reappeared.

The picture was the scene that Meng Hao saw for the first time when he stepped into the ninth floor. It was the scene of the grass growing from under the stone in the ancient world.

But there was an extra hand in the picture.

"Under the boulder, it still longs to grow, so I will give you a chance." A voice came from the picture, and the hand gently tapped the grass.

The grass shook and returned to normal, and the hand disappeared, as if it had never appeared.

The picture disappeared completely, and the ninth floor became nothingness. The vicissitudes of life came slowly.

"It's not just reincarnation, but creation. The pinnacle of grass and trees, in my opinion, is creation." As the words came out, a door to leave this place appeared beside Meng Hao.

Meng Hao was silent. The little grass was ordinary, but because of that finger, it seemed to have changed its fate. In the end, it became a holy medicine under the lightning.

This is indeed creation.

After a long time, Meng Hao slowly stood up and bowed deeply to the void behind him.

Suddenly, the vicissitudes of life voice appeared again.

"If you choose, do you want to be that little grass, or do you want to be, that hand?"

Meng Hao paused, looked back at the void, and spoke calmly.

"Neither the little grass nor the hand can represent themselves, they are all controlled. I want to be... the person who controls that hand to change that grass!" Meng Hao said, and turned around and was about to step into the door.

There was a vicissitudes of life laughter from the void, and the laughter was happy and even more appreciative.

"The Fang family... actually produced such a clan member, interesting, interesting." As the laughter echoed, faintly, in the void, a middle-aged man walked out, he looked at Meng Hao.

"For many years, few people have been able to step into this place. Even if they come, their choices are different from yours."

"As a reward for this ninth floor, I can answer you a question."

Meng Hao's eyes flashed.

"Above creation, is there a higher peak in the attainment of plants and trees?" Meng Hao asked.

"This question is not easy to answer. First of all, you have to know what Tao is!" The middle-aged man looked at Meng Hao and spoke slowly.

"Tao?" Meng Hao was stunned.

"Why are we born? Why do we die?" The vicissitudes of life echoed slowly.

"Why is there reincarnation, like a circle, the connection between the head and the tail, what does it represent, is it just reincarnation?"

"Why are there cultivators, why are there realms?"

"Why are there Taoism, and why are there magical powers?"

"How does light appear, and how does night fall?"

"What are the differences between gold, wood, water, fire, and earth?"

"It's the same fire, why is the heat different?"

"What is hot, what is cold? Can you imagine the meaning of a life that can only exist in ice being scalded to death by a drop of water?"

The vicissitudes of life spoke faster and faster, Meng Hao was shocked, and one question after another emerged in his mind. For each one, he felt that he could answer it directly, but when he really answered it, he found that he was speechless.

"What, is Tao?" Finally, this vicissitudes of life voice said the last sentence, and this sentence roared in Meng Hao's mind.

"The origin is Tao, the origin of everything against the sky!" The middle-aged man's eyes were shining, and the whole person was solemn and majestic.

"Everything unknown is the origin. Only by tracing the origin can you understand the world, understand all things, and control the sky. When you understand all the changes in the world, it is not difficult to go against the sky and seal the earth!" The middle-aged man waved his right hand, and immediately Meng Hao stepped into the door involuntarily in this mental shock and disappeared in the void.

Until Meng Hao disappeared, the middle-aged man shook his head and smiled, took a step, and immediately the void became a medicine courtyard, and he sat cross-legged in the medicine courtyard, and gradually turned into a new sprout!

It was... that little grass, which eventually turned into a new sprout! r1152

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