Chapter 232 Life and Destruction (Asking for Monthly Votes)

A pool of blood occasionally appeared on the purple-gold "earth", which was the blood residue splashed from the wound.

Even though Xuan Que had fallen for a long time, most of the blood and energy in the corpse had been extracted.

But the breath of blood and energy emanating from it was still as vigorous and hot as a blazing furnace, forcing Mo Yang to use his cultivation to resist it.

Mo Yang stood on the edge of the tiankeng, his powerful spiritual sense covering a radius of 100 miles, carefully scanning the entire tiankeng, looking for the opportunity to attract the black chess piece of destruction.

But he searched for a quarter of an hour, scanning every inch of space inside and outside the tiankeng, but still couldn't find it.

Mo Yang frowned slightly, thought for a moment, and pointed his finger at his eyebrows. The black chess piece of destruction, which was shining with a black luster, came out of the sea of ​​consciousness and floated above his head.

The moment the black chess piece appeared, a mood that seemed to destroy the world and everything enveloped the area, faintly weakening the majesty emanating from the corpse.

Mo Yang's mind sank into the black chess of destruction, trying to find the connection he had sensed before, so as to find the opportunity.

With the amplitude of the black chess of destruction, his soul perception ability suddenly increased several times.

This time, he clearly felt a familiar and extremely obscure breath, which was similar to the mystery of destruction but a little different.

Mo Yang moved his body, and crossed more than ten feet in one step. Soon he entered the tiankeng, which was comparable to the magical power of shrinking the earth into an inch.

In the tiankeng, the charred flesh and blood were like a cliff of ten thousand feet, bottomless, and purple-gold lines that matched the way of space were everywhere, and a faint Dao rhyme permeated, but Mo Yang's purpose of this trip was not it.

Mo Yang's figure appeared somewhere in the tiankeng, and his eyes fell on a chaotic divine pattern in front of him that was different from the purple-gold pattern and about ten feet long. He felt the obscure breath from it.

The divine object is self-obscure!

If it weren't for the existence of the black chess of destruction, perhaps Mo Yang would not be able to find this chaotic divine pattern at all.

Because the breath of this divine pattern is completely covered by the blood breath and pressure of the corpse itself, no warrior's consciousness will find it unless they come here in person.

"Is this it?"

Mo Yang carefully observed the surrounding environment to prevent sneak attacks from beings like blood beasts and resentful souls.

After a moment, after confirming that there were no living creatures in the tiankeng except him, Mo Yang used his consciousness to explore forward. He felt a breath similar to the mystery of destruction, but more advanced and mysterious.

If he could fully comprehend the mystery, then his understanding of the mystery of destruction would be improved by several levels, and his combat power would also be greatly improved.

Boom!

As soon as Mo Yang's consciousness fell on the chaotic divine pattern, a roar suddenly sounded in the depths of his soul. He had already merged the three souls and seven spirits and condensed the Yang God, and he fell into a coma without resistance.

The chaotic divine pattern lit up, blooming with a faint luster, exuding a powerful breath of rules, which even the mystery of destruction on the black chess piece could not resist.

After an unknown amount of time, Mo Yang slowly regained consciousness, but he found that he had turned into a seed, buried in fertile soil, and his power to destroy the world had disappeared.

Unbelievably, Mo Yang hurriedly tried to communicate with his main body and destroy the black chess piece, but it didn't work at all, as if his consciousness was really trapped in a seed.

Realizing this, Mo Yang quickly calmed down and began to think about why he had turned into a seed.

"Is it because of that divine pattern? As soon as my consciousness fell into it, I fell into a coma, and when I woke up, I became what I am now.

Is this just an illusion? Or have I really reincarnated into a seed?"

After that, after several days, the seed where Mo Yang was finally began to take root and sprout, trying to absorb sunlight, water, and nutrients from the soil, growing step by step.

And Mo Yang was like a passerby, unable to interfere with the growth of the seed at all, and could only watch quietly in its body.

After decades of wind and rain, cold winter and hot summer, the original seed has become a towering tree a hundred feet high, surrounded by a strong breath of life that is completely opposite to the mystery of destruction he has comprehended.

Suddenly, one day in a violent storm, a thunder with the power of heaven cut the giant tree in half, and the violent energy raged on the giant tree, turning the trunk into charcoal, and the breath of life continued to decay and became extremely weak.

"The breath of destruction!"

Mo Yang, whose consciousness was in the giant tree, felt the same way, as if he was also bombarded by natural thunder, and immediately felt the destructive power contained in the thunder.

Feeling the remaining vitality in the giant tree, being eroded bit by bit by the remaining destructive power, Mo Yang's understanding of the rules of destruction became deeper.

Finally, the last trace of vitality in the giant tree was wiped out, but Mo Yang, who had originally guessed that his consciousness could return to his body, was still trapped in the charred trunk of the tree.

At this moment, Mo Yang felt a sense of uneasiness in his heart, "I won't be trapped in this tree trunk forever, will I?"

Time passed quickly in Mo Yang's anxiety, and in the blink of an eye, several years had passed. The cold winter was gone, and early spring was coming, and it was another season of revival.

The giant tree that was charred by lightning actually sprouted a bud, and a breath of life weaker than the surrounding weeds was born from this giant tree that Mo Yang believed to be dead.

It actually came back to life!

Mo Yang's consciousness had long been awakened, staring blankly at the emerald green bud on the charred trunk, and a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind.

"Life... and... destruction..."

"Life is the source of all things, and destruction is the end of all things. The two are opposite to each other..."

"What else is there besides this..."

Mo Yang thought hard, trying to connect destruction with life, but he still couldn't grasp that ray of inspiration and enter a state of enlightenment.

The charred giant tree did not stop sprouting because of Mo Yang's thinking. One by one, tender buds dispelled the breath of death and destruction, and life came again.

Year after year, the giant tree that had revived in spring was trying to grow upwards as before, trying to become a towering ancient tree again, and at the same time, all kinds of hardships and natural disasters continued to fall on it.

Flames, extreme cold, meteorites...

The giant tree was destroyed again and again, and its vitality collapsed, but it revived every time, growing tenaciously, and constantly reincarnated between destruction and rebirth.

Mo Yang's mind was shaken. After reincarnation after reincarnation, he finally grasped that ray of inspiration and fell into enlightenment.

"Short-term destruction is for rebirth. Its root is life, everything is for life..."

"Life and destruction are two sides of the same coin. There is life and there is death, and life and death merge..."

Boom!

A loud noise sounded in the depths of Mo Yang's soul, and he embarked on a new path, the path of life and death!

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