At the beginning of the prehistoric period, the world was not yet clear.
Chaos is like a sea, boundless, surging with intertwined gray and dark red colors.
Turbid current. There is no up or down, no direction, and no time here
concept. The innate energy wanders in the void, sometimes condensing into strands
Sometimes it explodes into a rain of light. Every breath contains enough energy to tear apart
The power of the stars, but in the depths of this chaos, they are just looking for
Frequent fluctuations.
A faint green light suspended in the center of the chaos, shaped like a sapling, high
Less than an inch, the branches and leaves are not spread out, and the roots are nascent. It stood quietly, as if
Buddha originally belongs to this land of death and silence. Within the green light, a trace of consciousness
It is slowly condensing.
Li Dao woke up.
He didn't know who he was or where he was. Memory image
In the disturbed muddy water, only some fragmentary images flashed: tall buildings
The forested city, the neon lights at night, the sound of keyboard typing
There is also the last moment - everything goes dark, and there is no longer any perception. New book "The prehistoric understanding is contrary to heaven, I use it to cover the sky to prove the Hunyuan"
