The ancient catastrophe suddenly broke out and swept across the heavens and the world.
Some of the creatures who perished in the great catastrophes of ancient times were as strong as those with great supernatural powers and gods and immortals, while others were as weak as ordinary people, like ants and flies.
In ancient times, I don’t know how many creatures have perished and how many races have been exterminated.
These creatures have all experienced the great catastrophe in ancient times. They are all part of the great catastrophe and a corner of that era. But how many of them are able to know the truth?
Those creatures that perished in the catastrophe were just one of the countless ants that were buried at the foot of the mountain when the landslide and the ground cracked.
Who caused the landslide?
Who caused the catastrophe?
What exactly is the source?
How can the ants buried under the landslide know the source of the mountain top?
These infinite creatures, with their endless questions and puzzles, were overthrown by the catastrophe and buried in the past era.
Even those with great supernatural powers on the top of the mountain may not all know the truth.
Powerful immortals such as Yun Shejun and divine beasts such as the Lord of the Southern Territory may have climbed to the upper levels of the mountain, but were buried together due to the landslide.
Is it possible that one of the great supernatural powers on the top of the mountain, without knowing the truth, was kicked down to the bottom of the mountain and buried under the landslide?
Even with her status, she was almost destroyed by the great catastrophe, and she still doesn’t know the truth about the great catastrophe.
The woman in white was silent for a long time, and finally spoke up.
"Lord of the Southern Territory?"
"That's it!" Yun Shejun's voice was full of extremely complicated meanings.
"It actually rebelled against the Holy Palace?" The woman in white looked a little surprised.
"The Holy Palace was destroyed by it." Yun Shejun said in a low voice: "The Eight Spirits of the Holy Palace, the Southern Spirit True Dragon, is the most powerful. It used the excuse of protecting the Holy Palace to occupy the main hall of the Holy Palace, crush the Holy Palace, and then tore it apart.
The Soul Splitting King slaughtered everyone in the Holy Palace, and countless powerful people were destroyed by it."
"Were you also harmed by it?" The woman in white's tone was still cold.
"I was severely injured by Beiling." Yun Shejun responded.
"Then what?" the woman in white asked.
"Then... the Tianmen was suddenly closed at that moment." Yun Shejun responded.
"The Heavenly Gate is closed?" There was a solemn tone in the calm tone of the woman in white.
"At that time, I was seriously injured and on the verge of death. How could I know the origin of Tianmen?" Yun Shejun said bitterly: "After all, we are just dust submerged by the waves under the catastrophe. Who knows the truth about the origin?
Can you understand? Even a person like you knows nothing. He has been sleeping for 60,000 years before he began to explore the truth of that year..."
"I want to know the causes and consequences of the great catastrophe. Although you cannot know everything, but after all, you are in it, how much do you know?" asked the woman in white.
"When the Holy King fell, Beiling immediately called on the great demons under his command. The demons caused chaos and attacked the Holy Palace in an attempt to establish themselves as king." Yun Shejun said slowly: "As the Minister of Literature of the Holy Palace, I immediately rang the Soul Gathering Bell to protect
Holy Palace, but among the remaining seven spirits who came to guard it, five true spirits actually participated in the rebellion."
"..." The woman in white fell silent immediately.
"Later, the Holy Palace was destroyed by the Southern Spirit, and I was severely injured by the Northern Spirit. After that, the Heavenly Gate was closed and the Great Dao was cut off. The fruits of the Great Dao that we cultivated were all sealed behind the Heavenly Gate, and the physical body withstood the tribulations of the years and lost the Great Dao.
As a result of his meritorious service, his lifespan was instantly wasted, and he had no choice but to fall into deep sleep, abandon his true body, and transform into the world between heaven and earth, becoming gold, wood, water, fire, and earth."
"Then what?"
"Then I have been sleeping until now. I woke up not long ago and found that the Heavenly Gate was opened a little. I was barely able to receive the immortal energy from behind the Heavenly Gate and regained my consciousness. However, the fruits of the Great Dao failed to return. I am still behind the Heavenly Gate and still cannot resist the wear and tear of the years.
."
"There should be a lot of people like you?"
"Perhaps quite a few." Yun Shejun paused and said, "But they may not all be like me and inevitably fall."
"Basically, they're all the same," the woman in white replied.
"Why?" Mr. Yunshe said aloud: "As the Literary Minister of the Holy Palace, my cultivation level is slightly lower. The Spirit Kings are one level higher than me. They can take advantage of the general trend of heaven and earth to recover themselves. Even if they cannot recover, at least they can recover.
It can remain immortal."
"Not long ago, there was a person who took advantage of the general trend of the world." The woman in white said: "The aura of this blessed land alone has been weakened by three points. It can only maintain a blessed land, which is not enough for the ancient immortal gods to use it to restore... Many comparisons
You, a powerful immortal with a higher level of cultivation, originally had hope to recover, but after this incident, you will inevitably end up in your situation."
"..." Yun Shejun fell silent.
"How long can you live?" the woman in white asked.
"Within half a year, there will be complete silence." Yun Shejun responded.
"I cannot save you from the hardships of time." The woman in white responded: "However, seeing that you sincerely answer my questions, I will teach you a method that will allow you to travel abroad for the time being, but your cultivation will be limited to high-level Zhenxuan at most...
…With only the remaining half of my life left, let’s see what the situation will be like in 60,000 years.”
"Thank you." Yun Shejun's eyes became darker and darker.
"Take care of yourself."
The woman in white stretched out her slender fingers and pointed at the top of his head, and a little light suddenly passed by.
Soon she turned around and left the island.
The toad also left.
"Where does the fairy want to go?"
"Heaven's Blessed Land."
"You just came out from there, and you want to go back there again?"
"I am looking for that dragon."
"Son of Nanling?"
"good."
"Speaking of which, why did Fairy Shicai hide the fact that Long Zi from Nanling is still alive?" Golden Toad hesitated.
"Nan Ling has rebelled against the Holy Palace. Lord Yunshe will definitely not be able to settle down." The woman in white said: "The ancient powerful immortals have fallen and fallen into deep sleep, but the flow of divine beasts has followed the path of blood.
, is not interfered by the closure of Tianmen...but the son of Nanling has become the only surviving bloodline among the mythical beasts of all races in ancient times."
"The fairy suspects that Nan Ling's sudden rebellion against the Holy Palace is related to the survival of his young son?" Golden Toad asked in surprise.
"It's not just that."
The woman in white paused for a moment, stretched out her hand to pinch the golden toad, and said calmly: "Yunshe-Jun woke up from petrification. He cannot withstand the wear and tear of time and only has half a year to live. But why do you compare to him sixty thousand years ago?"
Ordinary? You have something to hide from me..."
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Heaven governs the blessed land.
Dongyuan Realm, the eighth mansion.
In the warehouse.
Zhuang Ming opened his eyes.
There is no longer a broken world in front of me.
There are no vast palaces.
There is no ancient true dragon that is so powerful that it can destroy the world.
There is only one solidified stone statue here.
This stone statue maintains its original form.
It didn't come alive.
It never extended its claws.
Everything before, whether it was the sharp claws caught in the wave, or the holy palace and the true dragon in ancient times, were all just under the influence of momentum, thus affecting his energy and spirit.
"You are still dead, and all that is left is your obsession."
Chapter completed!