Chapter 872 One million years later
In the deep and vast mysterious time and space, there is a group of bright and huge mysterious light group suspended. A figure sits calmly in front of the light group, watching the light group carefully, as if it is analyzing the light group.
The mysterious light group burst out from time to time with a wave of energy frenzy enough to engulf the universe, sweeping towards that figure.
It's just that that figure is like a human-shaped black hole, and all the energy frenzy that approaches his body is instantly swallowed up.
"Who are you? What do you want?"
A loud and majestic voice came from the light group.
It can be heard faintly, there is a trace of aggrieved and helpless in that voice.
"It doesn't matter who I am. It's just that your Heavenly Dao seems to be just the rudimentary form of the Heavenly Dao, and has not yet transformed into the real Heavenly Dao... I am a little disappointed!"
Ning Que said with a sigh, with a hint of disappointment on his face, as if he was lamenting that the law of heaven was not up to date.
Hearing Ning Que's words, a terrifying murderous aura suddenly erupted from the huge light group, and a roar sounded: "Absurd. I am the real Dao of Heaven, the supreme ruler of this world."
Ning Que shook his head and said with a dumb smile: "The way of heaven is ruthless. The real way of heaven will not have such a thing as emotion. Whether it is evil or good, there will be no such thing. It is a kind of core that maintains the operation of the laws of heaven and earth. Order. You are now formed by the gathering of the thoughts of all beings. After a coincidence, although the core order has also been born, your order has not yet got rid of the obsessions of all beings, and evil thoughts have the upper hand... Therefore, you are not yet a real one. The way of heaven can only be regarded as the embryonic form of the way of heaven."
Heavenly Dao was shocked when he heard the words, and then became angry. His current will is composed of the evil thoughts of all beings. If the evil thoughts are eliminated, it will be like a person changing his soul, and it will no longer be it.
"Scaremongering! The way of heaven is supreme, how can a lowly creature like you judge it."
Heavenly Dao roared, and shot out a brilliant divine light that would destroy the world, tearing apart the chaos, and blasting towards Ning Que.
Ning Que swallowed that ray of divine light with just one mouthful, and chewed a few times: "The taste is not bad. But, after ten thousand years, don't you know that you can't do anything to me?"
Ning Que looked at Tiandao playfully.
He is a saint born in the prehistoric universe, with unparalleled strength.
This world level is lower than that of the primordial universe, not even comparable to the world of immortality. It is just a coincidence that the way of heaven was born, and it is still the embryonic form of the way of heaven... In terms of strength, it is far inferior to Ning Que, a saint of the prehistoric universe.
If Ning Que hadn't felt that the Dao of Heaven was not perfect and powerful enough, even if he swallowed it, he might not be able to promote his world's way of proving the Dao to the saint realm, or he would have swallowed the Dao of Heaven in one gulp.
"What exactly do you want to do?" Tiandao asked again.
After more than a million years of confrontation, it also understands that Ning Que is abnormally strong, and it can't do anything to Ning Que at all. However, Ning Que didn't intend to destroy it, making it panic for a while, wondering what Ning Que was going to do.
"Don't worry! It's a good thing for you. However, you should rest now."
Ning Que smiled faintly, and the mighty sage's brilliance erupted from him in an instant, flooding billions of time and space.
The Heavenly Dao was immediately suppressed by the power of the saint on Ning Que's body, and the hundreds of millions of blood-colored sword qi criss-crossing the Zhuxian Sword Formation shot out from Ning Que's eyebrows and hit the suppressed Heavenly Dao, forcibly knocking the Heavenly Dao to pieces. The will almost collapsed and fell into a deep sleep.
"In this world, the way of heaven is just a prototype, and because the six realms of reincarnation do not exist, the way of heaven is not perfect... Swallowing up this way of heaven now may not help my world's way of proving the way to become a saint... It seems that I still need to wait. And The laws of this world must be perfected, and there must be more powerful people in this world, so that the Dao of Heaven can be strengthened and it is suitable for devouring."
Ning Que was talking to himself, and with a thought, he immediately recalled all the plots of the original book.
"It's been more than a million years, and it's time to explore this world."
An avatar walked out of Ning Que, and with a flash of his figure, he entered this world. Ning Que's body, on the other hand, still sits in this space-time, suppressing the Dao of Heaven and preventing mutations from happening.
He is going to let his incarnation open up the six reincarnations in this world, and perfect this world and the way of heaven.
He also plans to pass down all the cultivation systems he has mastered to strengthen the creatures in this world, and then indirectly strengthen the way of heaven.
When the Dao of Heaven is almost perfected and strong enough, Ning Que will immediately devour the Dao of Heaven.
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A million years is nothing to a saint-level powerhouse like Ning Que.
Perhaps, he only retreated once, and millions of years have passed.
But for all the creatures in this world, not to mention a million years, even ten thousand years, it has been a long time.
The battle of Taikoo is already extremely far away, and even few people know what happened in Taikoo.
The Gods and Demons Cemetery is located in the central part of the Tianyuan Continent. Except for the burial of the strongest human beings in the past and the top cultivators among the aliens, each of the other tombs in the entire cemetery is buried with an ancient **** or demon. Resting place of demons.
The cemetery is full of green grass and fragrant flowers. If there is no forest of steles, it is not an exaggeration to call it a garden. Surrounding the cemetery are tall snow maple trees, which are unique to the cemetery of gods and demons. According to legend, they were transformed by the aura of dead gods and demons.
The green branches and leaves of the snow maple tree are lush and swaying with the breeze, as if recalling the former glory. The snow-white petals are white and flawless, floating in the air like snowflakes. These are the tears of the gods, as if telling the sorrow of the past .
The day and night of the cemetery have completely opposite scenes.
During the day, the place is full of immortal energy, and the holy light sprinkles every inch of the cemetery. You can see various gods transformed from the powerful and immortal divine thoughts of ancient gods and demons, and you can even see western angels dancing. When the Oriental fairy sings, the whole cemetery is in a sacred atmosphere.
If this is the paradise of gods during the day, then it is the pure land of demons at night.
Whenever the sun sets and night falls, the dark demonic energy begins to surge out from the cemetery, making the stars and the moon pale and the heaven and the earth bleak. At this time, you can see the legendary hallucinations of fierce gods and phantoms of demons raging in the cemetery, and you can hear the scalp-numbing howls of ancient evil spirits.
The sacred and terrifying cemetery of gods and demons is the sacred garden where the eastern and western practitioners of Tianyuan Continent worship together. During the day, people often come to pay homage. Even at night, you can also see some special practitioners come to mourn, such as : The corpse exorcist in the east, the necromancer in the west...
The cemetery is the most peaceful only at sunset. The whole cemetery is quiet and there is no sound.
It was another sunset time, and it was time for the alternation of gods and demons. The afterglow of the setting sun rendered the cemetery of gods and demons solemn and a little weird.
Every tomb of gods and demons has been carefully cared for, and flowers are placed in front of each tomb.
Beside the tall tombs of gods and demons, there is a low, small tomb. The small tomb is unobtrusive. There are no tombstones, no flowers, and a simple small mound is almost flush with the ground. With the passage of time and the erosion of wind and rain, this unnamed tomb has been forgotten in the corner.
A figure suddenly appeared in front of this nameless, low, small grave.
Ning Que stared at the small tomb, and immediately saw a mysterious young man buried in the small tomb, and the vitality of this young man was getting stronger and stronger, as if he was about to be resurrected.
"Dugu Baitian and Chen Zhan have tampered with you. It should be fine for me to intervene."
Ning Que smiled slightly, and a unique energy seed appeared in front of him.
Immediately, this strange energy seed fell silently into the small tomb and merged into the young man's body.
Ning Que was talking to himself, his figure gradually became transparent, and then disappeared.
Ning Que's figure had just disappeared when the small, low tomb changed. The small tomb slowly cracked, and the clods on the top of the tomb began to roll down.
A pale hand stretched out from the grave, followed by the other. Both palms grasped the edge of the grave, and a young man with a bewildered expression slowly climbed up from the grave, with long unkempt hair. It was covered with mud, and the torn clothes were stuck tightly to the body.
Apart from his abnormally pale face, the young man looks very ordinary. He is the kind of character that cannot be noticed in the crowd.
"What is this place? Why am I here?" The young man muttered to himself, looking at the graves in front of him, his expression became more confused.
Suddenly he was deeply attracted by the inscription on a tomb next to him. At this time, if anyone saw the young man concentrating on the ancient writing on the tombstone, he would be shocked, because this kind of ancient writing even the old man of the Ancient Culture Research Alliance Scholars can only shake their heads and sigh bitterly.
The moment he read the inscription, the young man's expression changed dramatically, and he exclaimed: "The tomb of the Eastern Martial God Zhan Wuji, is this...is it true? Is this really the legendary Zhan Wuji who ruled the three worlds and six realms back then? Could it be? ...God can't escape death?"
Another tall tomb of God next to him shocked him again, "The tomb of Caesar, the Western **** of war, Caesar? Could it be the main **** of the West wearing golden armor and holding a golden holy sword?"
He seemed to have thought of something, turned his head and looked around, and the tall tombs of gods and demons stood out in the setting sun, which were particularly eye-catching.
"The tomb of Peony Fairy, the eastern immortal cultivator, the tomb of Nasi, the western goddess of wisdom, the tomb of Li Changfeng, the eastern martial arts immortal, the tomb of Ao Cangtian, the eastern demon cultivator, and the tomb of Lucifer, the great western demon king..."
"Oh my god! What's wrong with this world? Could it be that... the gods of the past are all dead, and all... are buried here?"
"But...the gods of the Eastern Imaginary Continent and the Western Magical Continent...how are they buried together?"
Suddenly, the young man noticed the small grave under his feet, and he froze for a moment, cold sweat soaked through his torn clothes, and his whole body felt as cold as if he had fallen into an ice cellar.
"I... I crawled out of the grave..." His eyes were blank, he was in a daze, as if his soul had been pulled out of his body, and he fell limply on the ground.
"I am Chen Nan, I have... died, but... I am resurrected..."
It took a long time for Chen Nan's empty eyes to gradually have a trace of life, and finally showed a look of shock: "Oh my God! What happened! Since I'm dead, why did you let me crawl out of the grave?"
"Could God let me, a useless person, continue to live a mediocre life?" After the shock, Chen Nan's face was filled with pain instead of blankness. He closed his eyes and hugged his head with both hands.
He clearly remembered that he was defeated and died in a duel, but at this moment...
Scenes of the past came to mind, the once, the gone, the eternal... He left too many regrets in his heart!
The world is still vast, and the flowers and plants are still fragrant, but his heart is empty, without a trace of support.
It took a long time for Chen Nan to slowly get up from the ground, his eyes began to wander in the cemetery, and finally he was sure that this was a group of tombs belonging to gods and demons. After the shock, he gradually calmed down.
"The hardest diamond tombstones have been clearly engraved with the vicissitudes of time. It will probably take thousands of years. The vicissitudes of life will pass by, hehe... a dream through the ages!" Chen Nan sighed.
Looking at the forest of tombstones, he was full of doubts.
"The tomb of Xiao Zhen, the roaring **** tiger, the tomb of the three-headed dragon Kairui, the tomb of the martial sage Liang Feng, the curtain of the **** knight Ottoli... It seems that in addition to gods and demons, there are also some strong and powerful human beings buried here. One of the few heterogeneous cultivators."
"What happened 10,000 years ago? Why did the so-called immortal gods and demons die? Why were the gods from the Immortal Fantasy Continent and the Magic Continent buried together? Why was I buried here?"
The breeze blew gently, messing up his dirty long hair, and messing up his lonely heart.
Chen Nan looked up to the sky and shouted: "Who can tell me what happened?"
No one answered him.
The tall snowy maple trees in the distance are falling with petals all over the sky, floating in the air one after another, the falling flowers are like rain of tears, and the dead gods are crying!
"The **** is dead, the demon is gone, I am still alive...God, why did you let me crawl out of the grave, where will I go?"
The sun was thinning on the western mountains, and the sunset glow dyed half of the sky red, bordering the red clouds in the sky with golden borders.
Chen Nan picked up his lost feelings, he knew that there were some things that he had no choice but to move forward step by step.
After he walked out of the cemetery of the tomb of the gods, he came across three thatched huts in a snowy maple forest. In front of the huts stood a skinny old man.
He tried to communicate with the old man, but found that the language barrier made him unable to communicate normally. He took a new suit presented by the old man and left in confusion.
Chen Nan didn't know that at this moment the old man had already walked into the cemetery of gods and demons, and he was holding a flower basket in his hand, which was filled with fragrant snow maple flowers. The old man didn't see the ominous phantoms and demons in the tomb of the gods. He put a few white petals like jade in front of each curtain, with an extremely pious demeanor.
Chennan's "former residence", the low and small tomb has almost disappeared due to the sinking of the floating soil after being hollow, and it is only slightly raised above the ground.
The old man walked over tremblingly, and sighed: "Oh! Who told you that you don't have a tombstone? I'm afraid you will disappear from the memory of the world in the future. That's fine, less glory, more plain, pure and clean , from being disturbed by others. Wherever you come from, go back to where you are."
After finishing speaking, the old man squatted down slowly, stretched out his hands, and carefully scattered the raised floating soil to other places, and the small grave disappeared completely. More than a dozen petals floated down from the air, leaving bursts of fragrance.
"It's difficult for him to be ordinary in this life. Hehe, with so many people playing tricks on him, he is destined to become the focus of the times, and the world will gather on him."
Suddenly, a chuckle sounded in the old man's ear, which made the old man startled and his hair exploded.
The old man turned around and saw a vague figure standing beside him at some point, looking at him with a smile.
"Ghost!"
The old man hopped, trembling just now, as if he was about to die, but now his reaction is more sensitive than that of a rabbit. He jumped three feet high and moved several miles in an instant.
With his way of doing things, it is terrifying that someone can approach him silently!
"I haven't seen you for ten thousand years, could it be that Fellow Daoist has forgotten me?" Ning Que said to the old man with a smile.
Could it be some old monster acquaintance?
When the old man heard Ning Que's words, he couldn't help staring at Ning Que seriously. When he saw Ning Que's face clearly, his expression changed completely.
If he was pretending to be nervous just now... Then, after seeing Ning Que's face clearly, he was really nervous.
"It's...it's you!"
The old man's eyes burst out, and a deeply moved expression appeared on his face.
"It seems that Taoist friends have remembered me. Ten thousand years ago, I said that if we meet again in the future, I will treat you to tea. Now that we meet again, it is time for me to fulfill my promise. However, my treat...tea is You have to come out."
Ning Que laughed softly.
The old man's body collapsed tightly, but he still didn't relax, because he knew very well what a terrifying existence this person in front of him was. Back then, he stomped on the head of the Chaos King with a random kick, and he was even more capable of fighting against heaven... Just thinking about it makes people tremble!
(end of this chapter)