The Twelve Ancestors of Sorcery expressed that it was very simple to climb Mount Buzhou.
However, when they stepped onto Mount Buzhou, they realized how ridiculous their previous thoughts were.
The Twelve Ancestors of Sorcery could easily ascend ten thousand miles.
However, as they gradually rose, the surrounding environment changed.
The beautiful scenery disappeared and was replaced by an endless desert. Yellow sand filled the sky and the temperature was so high that even the Twelve Ancestors of Sorcery could not help but feel thirsty.
When they stepped into the desert, they were horrified to find that their cultivation had all disappeared.
It was like an illusion, but it was not. They could not figure out if the desert world in front of them was real or an illusion.
The desert was boundless. The Twelve Ancestors of Sorcery had walked for 100,000 years, but they were still moving slowly in the desert like headless flies. They did not know where the exit was or where they came from.
Anxious, panicked, angry, and other negative emotions surged into the hearts of the Twelve Ancestors of Sorcery.
"I'm not leaving, I'm not leaving. When will this end?”Zhurong sat on the yellow sand and said anxiously.
The Ancestors of Sorcery stopped, looking dejected. Their original confidence and lofty sentiments had long disappeared.
"We have all underestimated Buzhou Mountain. As the backbone of god father, how can it be just a mountain?”The Candle Dragon said bitterly.
"Damn it! Was the desert in front of him real or an illusion? Why can't we see the end after walking for 100,000 years? Could it be that we're all walking in circles?”
Gong Gong punched into the sand, his face full of anger and helplessness.
Houtu was the only one who was deep in thought. Although she was the youngest of the Twelve Ancestors of Sorcery, she was also the calmest.
Looking at the boundless desert world in front of her, Houtu's clear eyes sparkled. When she heard Gong Gong say whether this desert was real or not, her eyes brightened.
"I understand!" Houtu exclaimed.
Emperor Jiang and the others immediately looked at Houtu and hurriedly asked,""Sister Houtu, what did you see?”
All the Ancestors of Sorcery looked at Houtu expectantly.
"Brothers, do you think this is real?" Houtu pointed at the desert and said with a smile. Or is it an illusion?"
As soon as he said this, the Ancestors of Sorcery were stunned. Was it real or fake?
"Sister Houtu, if you have something to say, just say it. It's really making me anxious to death by hanging my appetite like this.”Zhurong, who had the most impatient temper, couldn't help but say.
Houtu smiled but didn't say anything. She squatted down and grabbed a handful of yellow sand, then threw it into the air. The yellow sand rolled in the air for a while before dissipating.
"I see." When the Candle Dragon saw this scene, he was enlightened.
"Second Brother, what do you know!" Gong Gong curled his lips and said.
(Twelve Ancestral Sorcerers: Dijiang, Candle Dragon, Gonggong, Zhurong, Goumang, Rushou, Qiangliang, Shebi, Tianwu, Yanzi, Xuanming, Houtu.)
They represented the twelve laws of space, time, water, fire, wood, metal, thunder, weather, wind, lightning, rain, and earth.）
The Candle Dragon, Emperor Jiang, Gonggong, Goumang, and the other Ancestors of Sorcery all understood.
When Zhurong saw that the Ancestors of Sorcery looked like they understood, the corners of its mouth twitched. Why did all of them understand but I still didn't?
"Puchi!" When Houtu saw Zhurong's confused look, she couldn't help but laugh."Fourth Brother, it's actually very simple."
"This desert is real, but it is also fake.”
Zhurong was stunned. What did he mean? Was it true and fake?
"Sister Houtu, can you not beat around the bush?”Zhurong said helplessly.
At this moment, Gonggong pointed at Zhurong and mocked,""You're really stupid. You don't even understand such a simple principle.”
"Gong Gong, you dare to laugh at me?”Zhurong was already furious, and after being mocked by Gonggong, it exploded.
"I said you're stupid, but you're not convinced!" said Gong Gong disdainfully.”
"Say it again!" Zhurong shouted loudly.
"Alright!" Emperor Jiang interrupted their argument and said,""Zhurong, actually, this principle is very simple.”
"If you think this desert is real, then it is real. If it is fake, then it no longer exists.”
Zhurong frowned and couldn't help but close its eyes.
When Zhurong opened its eyes again, the desert no longer existed. In its place was a world shrouded in fog.
"Eh? I'm out, but where is this place?" Zhurong looked around in surprise.
Although the desert had disappeared, a foggy world had appeared.
"Perhaps this is another world that is both real and fake. Whether we can leave this world will depend on whether our Dao-hearts are firm enough.”Houtu said in a deep voice.
"Dao-heart?" Zhurong asked curiously.
" Yes." Emperor Jiang nodded." We were able to walk out of the desert because we were certain that the desert was fake. All of this came from our Dao hearts.”
"Climbing Buzhou Mountain is actually a test of our Dao heart. The more firm our Dao heart is, the further we can go.”
The Ancestors of Sorcery nodded. Even Zhurong seemed to understand.
Outside Buzhou Mountain, the general had been observing the Twelve Ancestors of Sorcery. Seeing the Twelve Ancestors of Sorcery walk out of the desert world, he nodded in relief.
Then, a spatial gate appeared in front of the general and he walked in.
The scene changed, and the general arrived at the World of Samsara.
After the evolution of a tribulation, although the world of reincarnation had stabilized, it was still in chaos. The world was filled with countless dead souls, and there was no order at all.
"It's time to reorganize the World of Samsara.”
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