The peek into the future continued, and the prophet clenched her teeth. Even if she encountered a huge backlash, and her slim figure was stained with blood and constantly cracked, she was still holding on, wanting to see the next scene.

This person was a being who once even cracked the Sky Mirror!

Ba Yang's face was solemn, and his expression was horrified. They did not see the part of the future that would happen, but at the closest distance, the aura conveyed by the prophet's eyes made them frightened and frightened.

"The future... is actually... like... him..."

I don’t know how long I kept peeping, maybe it was only for a moment, before the eye between the prophet’s eyebrows tiredly chose to close it.

The blood-stained eyes gradually disappeared between her eyebrows. The prophet was extremely tired, especially his whole body, as if he was a dying old man.

"Prophet, have you seen anything?"

Tianyang Zun stepped forward, helped the prophet up, and asked.

The prophet recalled the horrific scene he had just seen, biting his lips and exhaling a long breath.

"This world-destroying catastrophe is unstoppable. From now on, organize all Yang Zun in Xuanyang World, and we...work together to build something!"

The prophet didn't explain anything, and knowing too much was not a good thing for Ba Yang and the others.

Ba Yang did not continue to ask, but solemnly nodded, and went to look for Yang Zun.

According to statistics, the world of Xuanyang is now extremely prosperous, with a total of nine thousand three hundred and twenty people in Yang Zun!

Among them, one hundred and seventy-three are Yuan Zun!

The Great Master...that is, the Eight Yangs, there are only eight people!

Of course, all this excludes the Ninth Yang and the Tenth Yang that is about to destroy the world.

Ba Yang did not ask what the prophet saw in the corner of the future. He was so frightened that he made such a decision at the end of his life.

Yes, predicting the future is extremely costly, especially this time. She seemed to have seen something extraordinary.

Looking into the future, the more terrifying the character, the greater the backlash it will cause. It is hard to imagine what kind of state it is for a person with the level of a great master to almost die from the backlash!

"Don't provoke Ninth Yang and Tenth Yang anymore. They... don't know all this... and they didn't mean it... everything is God's will... inevitable... The only thing we can do now...

…”

"It is to carry the entire civilization and create a light!"

The prophet exhorted Ba Yang like this, and spent hundreds of years telling the world's Yang lords that the end of the world was approaching, and they needed to dedicate...their memories.

Everything is handed over to Xuanyang Zun, one of the Eight Yangs, who is best at the mysterious memory illusion creation method. He uses his five origins to build an illusory world in memory!

Even if they are real, they will all die in this catastrophe!

After spending hundreds of years, they finally created this light, a light called hope.

All Yang Zun’s memories about this world are put into it, including all the achievements of civilization and classics in the world.

The prophet summoned Ba Yang. In the middle of heaven and earth, her face was old, wrinkles covered her face, and she was about to die.

Over the years, she had tried every means to delay the backlash injuries, but the injuries were so horrific that until now, there was nothing she could do.

"Fortunately, we have completed all this, and now..."

The prophet slowly raised his eyes and looked at the eight people.

"Follow me and pray for hope in the future."

The current prophet has long lost the majesty she had when she first met Yang Shou. After peering into the future, she just wants to seek hope for the world.

In the future she predicted, she once met a person, a creature destined to make the world look down upon him and make the sun and the moon dim.

He stood in the endless cracks, facing the space storm without paying any attention. He stretched out a hand and wiped away the frightening power.

The eyes that looked at Him would be distorted, but... because she was peering from the past, she could actually see the other person's face!

That look made her unforgettable for a long time.

It is the Ninth Yang!

She didn't dare to tell the truth for fear of hurting the Eight Yang, the Ninth Yang after countless years!

The future Ninth Yang!

What destroyed the world was never the Tenth Yang, but just a test of the Ninth Yang...

Ba Yang didn't know what the prophet was going to do, but as time passed, their spiritual senses told them that the destruction of the world was not far away.

The aura of the Tenth Yang condensed three thousand origins and became more and more powerful. Even in the white snow field, it still shook thousands of miles, causing the surrounding areas to be affected, and snow began to fall one after another.

Start with one big domain, two, three...

Continuously, snowflakes began to fall in half of the Xuanyang world.

White, peaceful snowflakes fell from the sky, marking the prelude to the destruction of the world.

A beam of light was placed in front of the prophet. She struggled to kneel down, prostrate on the ground, and touch her head to the ground, like the most devout believer.

"The unknown existence of the future..."

She murmured, and Bayang followed closely and knelt down behind her.

As arrogant and powerful as they are, they appear as insignificant in front of the aura of the future. In the face of the destruction of the world, they are like young children, with no power to resist.

The prophet was respectful, faced the light of hope, knelt down, and whispered something in front of the beam of light.

Snowy areas, snowy mountains.

Yang Shou paid attention to them throughout the whole process, including peeking into the future, informing the world, gathering Yang Zun, and creating this beam of light.

But he didn't hear clearly the last words spoken by the prophet.

After saying these words, the prophet fell to the ground. Finally he could not bear the backlash and died of serious injuries.

Even before death... the prophet still kept his kneeling posture, but somehow, even though he was kneeling, Yang Shou still felt unyielding and arrogant.

She... represents the civilization of the Xuanyang world, and she is not allowed to be arrogant!

"This beam of light appears, and then it's time to wait for the destruction of the world."

Yang Shou turned around and looked at Ping'an. As the prophet said, Ping'an would destroy the world. Over the past few hundred years, most of Ping'an's three thousand origins have been condensed, leaving only a few hundred that have not yet been condensed.

Within a hundred years, the three thousand origins will surely be condensed and fused to form one body!

In fact, after smelting the five origins, Ping An naturally entered the Great Master Realm.

With each subsequent condensation and fusion, his strength has been increasing, and now...

Yang Shou stood on the snow mountain and could feel the vast aura of Ping An. He was constantly climbing towards the peak of level seven!

He was already certain that in the face of the peace of three thousand origins, his clone, whose strength was less than one percent of the original body, felt the threat of death.

After all, the clone's strength is far inferior to that of the main body. Without the vast calamity energy and the immortal body, it is still powerless to face the peak existence of the seventh level who has understood the origin.

But Yang Shou is not worried about his own safety, and Ping An will not do anything to him.

"Before the end of the world comes, let Ping An attack the bottleneck of level eight and let me see the scenery of level eight!"

Yang Shou didn't care about the end of the world at all. This was a world in memory after all, he was extremely sure!

Even if Ping An condenses three thousand origins in this world and returns to Jupiter, he will be knocked back to his original form and cannot be condensed...

Because everything is false, but in this false world of memory, he can explore at will and pursue a possibility!

If the mystery of the eighth level can be broken through, then the harvest this time can be said to be huge!

Finally, a hundred years later, Ping An successfully condensed the Three Thousand Origins, and the terrifying aura he exuded unintentionally caused the snowflakes around the white snow field to fall across the entire world.

Today's Xuanyang world is shrouded in a blanket of heavy snow.

Hidden in the darkness, the geniuses sent by the Holy Castle are shivering at this moment, because as the white snow falls, the temperature of this world... begins to drop sharply!

Even though there are still thousands of suns shining and heating up in the sky, they cannot absorb a trace of heat. The world shrouded in snow is a piece of ice and snow that cannot be melted.

"Is this... the end of the world?"

Song Yu murmured, they finally formed an organization and explored this part of the world, but they didn't expect to encounter such a thing.

Just when they were about to report to the Holy Castle, they came out safely and bowed respectfully to Yang Shou.

"Thank you, senior, for the great blessing!"

Ping An knew very well that if it weren't for Yang Shou, he would have been expelled after condensing the copy of the origin in Origin Mountain, and there would be no chance of future creation.

Yang Shou nodded slightly, pointed to the sky and said: "Now that you have condensed the Three Thousand Origins, you can be said to be the first person in history. The Eight Suns are not worth mentioning in front of you. Do you dare to attack the Eighth Spiritual Center?"

Ping An looked in the direction pointed by Yang Shou. The eight-wheeled sun that was so conspicuous before seemed so dim to him now.

"Why don't you dare?"

Safe and arrogant, looking up to the sky and roaring, amidst the flying snow, a big sun rises out of the sky.

That is a great day of peace!

This great sun is as bright as fire and extremely blazing. All kinds of sources are swirling around it, and the aura it emits is enough to make Ordinary Yang Zun's mind burst.

It is rising high, constantly emitting terrifying power, and gradually becomes the only light between heaven and earth under the background of three thousand origins.

The other suns are eclipsed in front of it.

"It's starting. So it turns out that what he wants is not to destroy the world, but to attack the eighth spiritual hub?"

At this time, the eight suns are gathering together, thousands of miles away, looking at the great sun of peace.

boom!

Ping An released his breath with all his strength. At the peak of the Seventh Spiritual Center, he seemed to be able to step into the Eighth Spiritual Center with just a light touch!

He was accidentally given three thousand origins directly by Yang Shou. His situation was extremely rare. In addition, no one in this world caused disasters, so he did not need to survive the disaster at all. As long as his strength was reached, he could advance!

"The Eighth Spiritual Center!"
Chapter completed!