The Lord of Thunder

Chapter 1208: The Nameless Emperor is Making Pancakes

Chapter 1208: The Nameless Emperor is Making Pancakes

Xiao Ping'an originally thought that he would be able to become the Immortal Emperor in hundreds of thousands of years.

But a mysterious feeling urged him to move forward as quickly as possible.

In this case, Xiao Ping'an decided to enter the Tongtian Land and take a look around to see if he could get some luck.

Blah blah blah.

The vast and boundless river of time suddenly appeared, exuding an ancient and vicissitudes of life atmosphere.

Xiao Ping'an's body was wrapped in countless great Dao runes and was not affected by any terrible river of time.

He quickly went upstream, crossing countless epochs.

In this mysterious state, Xiao Ping'an had a feeling that if he killed someone in another time and space in this state, he might be able to get rid of the entanglement of cause and effect and avoid being retaliated against.

This feeling is very wonderful.

Xiao Ping'an was also very shocked after feeling this.

Even a powerful being at the level of the Immortal Emperor cannot cross the river of time and kill people at will.

Even a strong person of the Dao of Sacrifice would try his best to avoid such a situation.

Otherwise, those strange ancestors would have crossed the long river of time and killed Emperor Huang Tian long ago.

Only by becoming a strong person above the path of sacrifice can one be truly exempt from this punishment.

Xiao Ping'an looked at the extremely mysterious Dao runes lingering around his body with burning eyes. He observed carefully, wanting to imprint all of these Dao runes on him.

It seems that this place that reaches the sky was really refined by the nameless Emperor of Heaven. Only things refined by this powerful person above the level of the Dao of Sacrifice can have such magical effects.

There was a gleam of light in Xiao Ping'an's eyes. He had made various deductions about many things in this world, but he had no way to verify them in reality.

Regarding that place that reaches the sky, which seems to be a place that is above the world and ignores the long river of time, Xiao Ping'an has a feeling of refining it and taking it away.

I feel that place, perhaps like the bronze coffin of three generations and the urn, contains incredible power.

Rumble.

But the time is long, but in fact it is just a moment.

Suddenly, this world exploded as if the heaven and the earth were created, and the supreme avenue fluctuated. Xiao Ping'an felt that he was like a small ant, insignificant in this fluctuation of the avenue.

Even the Immortal Emperor could not feel that terrifying feeling.

Countless years passed, countless worlds rose and fell, and the whole world trembled violently in that roar.

When all the past disappeared like a dream, he felt that his body and soul seemed to be suddenly frozen.

The extremely mysterious runes of the Great Dao lingering around the body are exactly the same as the millstone patterns or sacrificial patterns, and obviously belong to the same kind of writing.

They exude the aura of the supreme Tao.

Xiao Ping'an felt his consciousness slowly returning.

Now he has become a powerful and supreme Taoist. At this moment, he was immersed in observing the millstone text and it took him a long time to wake up.

Time and space intertwined and changed here. Xiao Ping'an seemed to have stayed there for a long time, but it also seemed like just a moment before he was kicked out of the space filled with avenue runes, or rather, fell out of it.

Yes, that feeling of falling out.

He finally had his feet on the ground, not just a dreamlike shadow.

He felt like he had just woken up from a dream, and it took him a long time to truly regain his consciousness.

He was surprised to find that it appeared in a larger stone chamber, no, it should be said that it was inside a stone house.

Everything here is made of stone and looks very simple, just like the simple and honest countryside when Xiao Ping'an was a child.

Many things here are made of stone, and look simple, rough and ordinary. But Xiao Pingan looked at all of them and knew that each of these things was extraordinary.

Having reached the realm of the ultimate Daoist ancestor, he could already feel the supreme charm of the Dao flowing here, just like the same aura he had accidentally sensed on the urn and the three-generation bronze coffin.

Xiao Ping'an could only see the outside world through the door and windows; his spiritual thoughts could not penetrate this stone house at all.

He looked at the simple and rustic stone tables, stone benches, and even the stone mill used for farm work and the pig troughs, and he just walked out.

Here he saw a picture of a quiet and peaceful rural farmhouse.

In front of us is a lake of several dozen acres in size. In this large farmyard, there grows a lush tree. When the leaves sway, a roaring sound is emitted.

There are stone tables and chairs, as well as some flowers and plants in the yard.

What surprised Xiao Ping'an even more was that he saw a person.

Xiao Ping'an was horrified at first, but then he felt relieved.

This figure appeared suddenly, or maybe he had always been here but I just didn't notice him.

Feeling the supreme aura of the Tao from that person, Xiao Ping'an already had some guesses in his mind.

This place that leads to the sky really does lead to that incredible place.

The beginning of the entire trilogy, the origin of all stories, starts with this person.

Seeing that he looked somewhat similar to Ye Fan, Xiao Ping'an's thoughts were in turmoil.

In the distance, the Lotus of Eternal Reincarnation was swaying gently in the lake, and a fresh fragrance of lotus came over, the alluring aroma making Xiao Ping'an feel refreshed.

The man seemed not to have seen Xiao Ping'an, and seemed not to be in the same era.

There was an antique stone harp in front of him. He was playing the harp in a trance, as if he was immersed in it and didn't care about anything else in the world.

The melodious sound of the piano surpassed all the fairy music Xiao Ping'an had ever heard. Even the fairy sword music he created himself was like garbage and boring compared to this piano sound.

Xiao Ping'an, who was originally in a state of confusion, was fascinated by what he heard here, as if he had entered an incredible state of enlightenment.

When the sound of the stone harp ended, Xiao Ping'an slowly woke up.

At this moment, his body and soul became sacred and peaceful, without the excitement just now.

He suddenly felt that he could look at everything in front of him with great calmness.

The man in front of him looked very similar to the portrait of Emperor Huang Tian and to Ye Fan, whom he had actually met.

Although their temperaments are different, they look as if they were carved from the same mold.

This extremely powerful and nameless Heavenly Emperor is the supreme being in the entire world. No one can find a stronger opponent than him throughout the past, present and future.

His life should have been glorious and brilliant to the extreme.

But at this moment, his face was pale, and he coughed from time to time, making him look a little old.

Xiao Ping'an was also surprised. He looked like a young man just now, but in the blink of an eye, he turned into a sick man, as if he was about to die.

Thinking of some descriptions of the trilogy in the original text, he calmly looked at the nameless emperor who was about to die.

In addition to his stone zither, Xiao Ping'an saw a furnace next to it, which was made of Time Fairy Gold.

There was also a stone mill next to it, which seemed to be grinding wheat. The paste was made into pancakes on another stone.

Looking at the pancake, Xiao Ping'an took a breath of cold air. Could it be that this nameless emperor was also from Shandong like him?

(End of this chapter)