I'm a turtle at the beginning, the saint can't count me
Lin Zhou, a modern social animal, died suddenly.
When I opened my eyes again, I saw that the innate black turtle that had become the remains of the Long Han Dynasty was lying three thousand feet at the bottom of the Yellow River. Its shell was bigger than my living room.
Good news: The origin of water and soil is perfect, and the earthly immortal can crush the heavenly immortal like killing a chicken. Bad news: The Chan Sect is searching for immortals all over the world, and the Shangqing Tianjijian has been swept overhead. Worse news: Qing Xuzi turned back, holding the Yuxu Golden Seal in his hand.
When a saint wants to become a god, all spirits will be included in the game. The heavenly immortal's admission to the heavenly register is a dead end, and the golden immortal's enshrinement on the list of gods is the end of the road. He is the only one who has not entered the realm of immortals, has not ascended to immortality, and has not been influenced by destiny and cause and effect. The deduction of saints cannot calculate his fate. In the entire Conferred God Game, he was the only dead move that was not on the score sheet.
But he wanted to live.
I continued to sleep under the Yellow River until a young man carrying a bamboo slip stepped on the muddy ground of Qingqiu, and grass seeds sprouted behind him. Si Wenming, the future Dayu, the co-lord of the human race, controlled the water and settled the nine states. And Xuan Yuan is the root of water and soil.
The saint forced him into the game and he raised the rankings, Chanjiao chased him and killed him, and the three golden immortals surrounded and suppressed him, but he left the three golden immortals to chew dirt in the quicksand for three days. He opened the "Xuanxian" realm on his own above the Earth Immortal, and the box for his name on the list of gods was empty - the way of heaven could not be written in.
A modern engineering man travels through ancient times, fluid mechanics pushes the water veins, and structural mechanics carries the golden seal. Don't talk to me about Taoism, let me talk to you about finite element analysis.
Wanted? You come.
The end of the saint? I answer.
Under the ruins, the tombstone of the civilization of the previous century is engraved with: Only the roots of water and soil can survive the tide of annihilation.
