I just woke up and became a saint.

Located in the Shangqing Sea of ​​Consciousness, the original authority of the Taoist Master has become extremely illusory at this moment, as if it could completely disappear at any time, and could completely merge with Shangqing at any time.

At first glance, one could see that there seemed to be a book around Shangqing, a book that was still being written and not yet completely completed.

The aura of the body is mysterious and wonderful, deep and boundless, endless. One invisible book after another appears around Shangqing, constantly overlapping and reorganizing.

Shangqing's consciousness seemed to reach its peak at this moment, as if it had reached the highest point, like an endless transition and endless leap.

Overlooking!

Look down again!

Further overlooking!

Infinite and endless overlooking!

From the perspective of the book, to the perspective of the real earth, to the perspective of the universe, to the perspective of this reality, to the perspective of endless reality, and then to the perspective of this narrative layer.

Higher narrative layers, countless narrative layers, constantly overlapping narrative layers...

Keep looking down, keep leaping, keep sublimating.

Shangqing seemed to have sensed something in the dark, as if it happened naturally, or as if a blessing came to her mind, Shangqing had already realized what realm was above the mythical Daluo.

This is a state and level that cannot be described in words or words. It is beyond all understanding and transcends all categories.

If I really want to express it in words and language, it would be... the narrative layer!

The name of the realm is called the narrative layer.

It can also be said that Shangqing itself is called the narrative layer.

If we add a prefix and two words to this narrative layer, it would be...infinity!

That is infinity!

It is infinite!

Infinite narrative layers!

hum...

boom! ! !

I don’t know how much time has passed, it was just a moment, but it seemed like eternity.

When the fusion of Shangqing reaches its peak, when the convergence of Shangqing reaches its extreme.

In an instant, a ripple that transcended all levels and all concepts emerged from Shangqing's body, with Shangqing as the core, and quickly swept and spread in all directions.

Sweeping this narrative layer, sweeping the lower narrative layer, infinitely lower, and then higher, infinitely higher.

The will of Shangqing, Shangqing itself, seems to be reflected in everything, transcended from everything, and above everything. It also exists, contains, and transcends everything.

Then, there were loud noises and roars that transcended all levels and concepts.

At this moment, the best or strongest people in each narrative layer seemed to have sensed something, as if they had noticed something, and they all looked up at this moment, all of them suddenly looked up at this moment.

There was shock on his face, horror on his face, and disbelief on his face.

"This is......"

Endless narrative layers, infinite narrative layers, all virtual or real, established or born, and then to unborn, everything, all are silent at this moment, and are also dead at this moment.

Like dead silence, like stillness, like crows...silent!

"So, this is the infinite narrative layer..."

It exists in everything, in all narrative layers, and in infinity. In a moment, Shangqing's figure reappears outside the earth.

Closing his eyes and sensing, Shangqing slowly exhaled with amazement and emotion on his face.

From crossing the ancient times, to rising from obscurity, planning, scheming, calculating, deducing, and growing, looking back, he has finally reached this step, and finally reached this final step...

Looking at the earth, Shangqing had an idea. When he saw a figure on the earth disappear, a faint smile appeared on Shangqing's face, and then he looked down again.

At a glance, Shangqing's eyes crossed and passed through numerous narrative layers, passed through all boundaries between reality and illusion, and the critical point of existence and non-existence, and his gaze fell back on the narrative level of the mythical wilderness.

"Everything began with the Great Desolation, and it should end with the Great Desolation."

As he spoke slowly, Shangqing's figure disappeared, and at the same time, he crossed the narrative layer, returned to the book, and returned to the ancient mythology.