The visitor is none other than Yin Chuan, the Nine-Color God Lord who is invulnerable to all forces and is in charge of the Northern Star Territory.
Jiuse smiled and looked at Wanjuan Xianzun.
"Is the agreement between you and me still valid?"
"Of course." Wanjuan Xianzun nodded solemnly. "In the future, the Buddha plans to return to Golden Lotus? If there is any mission, this junior must go all out!"
There was a hint of hope in his eyes.
Jiuse narrowed his eyes and said.
"There are still six thousand years left, and I will prepare to use the tribulation energy to return to Golden Lotus to carry out the battle with Tianyin Dragon King. During this period, I need you to come and protect me."
"Junior, I obey!"
Wanjuan Immortal said respectfully.
"When the time comes, I will appropriately let go of you and return to the qualitative change. Whether it succeeds or not depends on you."
"yes!"
Wanjuan Xianzun was immediately overjoyed.
"The first thing you need to be prepared for is that the original demon of freedom and peace is about to appear in this world. He came into being with me and came specifically to destroy my foundation.
Second, the Heavenly Demon Lord and the Dao Ancestors will not let me succeed easily. Although they are temporarily blocked in the depths of the abyss and entangled with each other, they can still interfere with each other from a distance through projection. I will rely on your assistance when the time comes." Jiusezhengse said.
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"Don't worry, Lord Buddha, this junior has been preparing for this for countless years, and it will be absolutely foolproof!"
"Then I'll be relieved. Then, see you in the Northern Star Territory later."
Jiuse nodded with satisfaction, turned around and turned into platinum light again, flew away in the blink of an eye, and quickly disappeared.
Only Wanjuan Xianzun was left with a happy face.
The tenth abyss, the river of aging.
The gray earth is full of cracks and cracks. White streams of tribulation energy are like fountains, constantly gushing out, corroding the extremely dense rivers of the earth.
Fang Yu was wearing a long black robe, and the end of the robe stretched out for three meters, like a cloak.
He stood by the River of Aging, with only a skeleton man also wearing a black robe beside him.
The Skeleton Man is really just a skeleton, with no flesh and blood on his body. The white skull is covered under the hood of the black robe, and the eye sockets are dark and deep, like a bottomless abyss.
"My lord, the Nine-Color God Lord has begun to take action." The skeleton man said in a low voice.
Fang Yu turned his back to him, watching the river of aging slowly flowing, without saying a word.
The skeleton man shook his white bone claws and made a crunching sound.
"The appointed time for the battle between Jiuse and Tianyin Dragon King came soon. The Taoist ancestors each planned to continue their respective inheritances in order to rule and dominate the next new era.
The Heavenly Demon Army Lords instinctively follow the will of the universe to destroy all the complicated things that can be destroyed so that they can be easily swept away and swallowed by the tribulation energy."
He paused.
"So, what about us? What is our purpose?"
The breeze blew, pulling Fang Yu's black hair hanging down the side of his face into constant lifts.
He was silent for a while, then slowly turned around.
"What is the purpose of life?"
"It's fear." The skeleton thought for a moment and replied, "Survival because of fear of death."
"Yes," Prisoner Fang sighed, "The essence of life is emptiness, so no matter how much you get or how long you live, when you finally satisfy everything, you will only get emptiness."
"And when such emptiness becomes more and more abundant and becomes stronger over time, then even the fear of death will inevitably be weakened."
The "Lord" skeleton man was a little hesitant. What he wanted to know was that now they had escaped from the shadow realm, occupied the ninth abyss, and successfully survived the catastrophe.
So what is the next purpose?
Not everyone has the ambition to challenge Dao Ancestor.
More creatures, after exhausting their initial momentum, will settle for the status quo and hope to find stability.
No one has endless ambition.
Fang Yu saw what he was thinking.
Smiled.
"I absorbed and devoured the origin of Dao Ancestor, and used the golden cicada's plan to escape from its shell, letting external forces kill the clones, and deceive the Dao Ancestor. Only then was I able to turn from light to darkness.
Only now do I understand why I was born.”
The skeleton didn't understand what he meant.
Fang Yu smiled.
"You just need to know that 'my chance of becoming enlightened lies in the nine colors'."
"The Nine-Colored God?"
The skeleton man was thoughtful.
"Now, Jiuse, I, and Tianyin are the protagonists of the great tribulation. Among the three of us, whoever decides the winner in the end will be the real source of ending this great tribulation." Fang Yu explained. "All things.
Dying and the Taoist ancestor not showing up is the best stage set by the will of the universe for us."
A few months after the catastrophe broke out.
Countless holy land owners perished one after another, and many places of worship to gods withstood the first wave of raids, but failed to withstand the subsequent continuous attrition.
The places where gods were worshiped were swallowed up and digested by the calamity, and became part of it.
Most of the land and oceans in the human world have been swallowed up by the calamity, and most of the area has disappeared. And it is still disappearing rapidly.
Countless groups of creatures were all extinct.
No matter people, animals, vegetation, rocks, soil or air, there is nothing that the calamity energy cannot swallow and assimilate.
Large tracts of places dedicated to gods disappeared, and the remaining holy places were like sparks of fire. Only a few could manage to hold on, but they all began to look for various means of contact and moved closer to large gathering places.
The remaining forces of the Buddha Realm have moved closer to the Northern Star Realm, forming the largest Northern Mystery Realm.
After that, there is the Netherworld Underworld City, where the God of the Sun is sitting. It is ranked the second largest in area.
Third, the monks from the Four Seas Fairy Mountains and the Fantasy Sea, together with the dragon and phoenix clan, worked together to support a secret realm to resist the calamity.
It is said that two great sage seedlings with ten points of immortal light were also found. They relied on them to collect resources and managed to survive. People call it the Water and Fire Confusion Realm. But some people also say that the real support of this secret realm is the Tianyin Dragon King.
These three areas are the three largest surviving gathering places today.
Most of the rest are just lingering and will be consumed by the calamity energy sooner or later.
Palace of the Netherworld.
Lin Xin held the red light group in his hands and closed his eyes to carefully feel the special rules and changes in its operation.
After a long time, he slowly let go of the origin of Dao Ancestor and looked at the treasure with complicated eyes.
"It's too complicated. With my current thinking ability, I can't even keep up with the qualitative changes."
In an instant, hundreds of billions of planets, large or small, undergo qualitative changes. This is the process of evolution within the origin of Tao Ancestor to achieve the Galactic Center.
Countless stars condensed and collapsed toward the center, gathered together, and under the influence of an extremely strong gravitational force, condensed into a real core, which is the galactic center.
In this process, Lin Xin could only grasp the general qualitative change process of a few planets. The rest was completely beyond his capabilities.
The origin of Tao Ancestor is like a replayer, which records the scenes of the process of the Tao Ancestors condensing their own silver cores.
But just watching and comprehending this process, Lin Xin couldn't even watch the beginning.
He now finally understands why seekers have been in seclusion for countless years and never come back to the world.
"Then, why was Fang Yu able to absorb the origin of Dao Ancestor so quickly?" He frowned.
"Could it be swallowed directly?"
Although this is possible, it is too wasteful, just like using books that record important knowledge and burning a fire to keep warm. It is simply a waste.
Lin Xin had a vague intuition that the rapid absorption of the ancestral origin should be related to the You Mansion controlled by the Shadow Realm.
You Mansion has gone through too many catastrophes, and there are many ancient beings hidden in it who fled into it to avoid the catastrophes.
Pure calamity energy may not be effective at all.
"Perhaps I should go to You Mansion as soon as possible to see if I can find the answer."
The origin of Dao Ancestor cannot be comprehended quickly. If you grind it slowly like this, it will take a month to comprehend, and there are still hundreds of billions of planets whose trajectories need to be grasped to qualitatively change. After that, let alone the second and third stages, what will happen then?
Is that good? Continue to rely on time to grind?
"There must be a special method."
Lin Xin thought more and more about this possibility. Since Fang Yu was not dead, he was most likely still in the Shadow Realm, or even entered the You Mansion.
In addition, there has been no news about the Red Leaf Sword Master for so many years. This may be the time to go and check the situation. Although the strength may not be enough, it can be tested.
Just do it if you think of it.
His figure flashed, leaving the core directly and appearing in the secret room of Netherworld Palace.
Quickly walking out of the secret room, his mind informed Lin Yi and Lin Wai, who were managing affairs.
Soon, outside the secret room, in mid-air, two escaping lights flew quickly, landed in front of Lin Xin, and turned into a snow monster and a star demon.
They are Lin Yi and Lin Wai, the two great stewards of the Underworld City.
"Owner!"
The two of them saluted Lin Xin respectfully.
"I have to go out for something. Are the resources in the Netherworld sufficient?"
Lin Xin asked casually.
Lin Yi quickly replied.
"Enough, reserved resources, as long as they are not abused or wasted, are enough for the current population of monks to consume for tens of thousands of years. By using the self-circulating ecosystem, we can achieve near-perfect self-circulating, self-sufficient production of food supplies, etc.
The only thing consumed is actually the simulation of the sun and the loss of a large amount of material elements."
"Because we still have to resist the constant erosion of tribulation energy, and there is no cosmic material from the outside world to replenish the land consumption, so the ability to maintain this level is already the limit." Lin Wai also explained.
Lin Xin nodded with satisfaction.
"It may take some time for me to come back from my trip. If anything happens, you can ask Master, the Nine-Bend Immortal, and the Heavenly Lord of the World to make a decision."
"My subordinate understands!"
Lin Yilin and others all said respectfully.
"Then, that's it."
He was very reassured by these two general managers. After all, they were powerful Tao soldiers who had evolved by themselves, so there was no need to question their loyalty.
In terms of energy, it is supplied by the molten core produced by his evolution. The water source is a large amount of seawater and fresh water that has been introduced long ago, forming large and small lakes respectively.
After explaining some things in detail, Lin Xin felt relieved, and disappeared in a flash.
In front of the secret room, Lin Yi and Lin Wai stood in the palace and both breathed a sigh of relief.
"The Lord's power is getting stronger and stronger. I don't even dare to look directly at his face now."
Lin Yi sighed.
His snow monster body, which is more than three meters tall, is bent into a rickety arc due to the salute, which makes people feel strenuous at first glance. (To be continued.)