While cleaning, he shook his head, and the tails of the two fox angels, one gray and one yellow, were swaying. This place was also weird. There was clearly no trace of the flow of time, but dust fell every day. If they were lazy for a while, this place would be
It was dirty and messy, like a dilapidated old temple in the mountains without its owner and incense.
On the contrary, the camphor tree grew bigger and bigger. Now the fox angel could no longer see the crown of the tree. When he raised his head, he could only see the thick branches and broad leaves stretching out in the hazy mist. Its branches shone brightly under the endless black starry sky.
The stars move among the branches of the trees, and the sun and the moon cannot reach the highest point they can reach.
After cleaning a slate, the yellow fox suddenly said: "Why do we clean like this every day?"
The gray fox replied without thinking: "Of course, in order to wait for the master to return, his courtyard will not look shabby, so it is our mission to clean the temple day after day. We have been waiting here for millions of years
Yes, why do you ask such a question?"
"But it is clear that there is no owner here. All the gods in the sky have disappeared, and the immortals in the heaven will not take over this place. They are guarding the door. The world has long known that this is the real heaven, and the place where the heaven is is just a road to heaven.
"Yellow Fox said.
"Is there no master here?" Gray Fox was suddenly stunned.
"Yes, there is no master here. All the previous masters here have died and will never come back. What are we waiting for?" Huang Fox replied, "Do you still remember Emperor Xuan who came here not long ago? He asked about this place.
Where is the owner? You personally told him that there is no owner here anymore."
"What about the new owner? Although the gods have left, there will always be a new owner here. We clean this place day after day so that the new owner in the future will not get bored of this place." Gray Fox said.
They put away their tails, patted the dust off their tails, then opened the light door and poured it into the endless space of the stone steps to the sky. Sometimes gods and gods would pass by and see the tails sticking out of the light door. They would already be surprised.
Weird.
The two divine messengers cleaned the temple courtyard and the stone path leading to the temple.
They were resting by the gate, as usual.
But the difference is that today they did not choose to turn into stone statues and sit by the door.
Doubts arose in their hearts.
What are they waiting for for such a long time, waiting for their master who has not yet returned? How is this possible?
The wind in the courtyard rose with the thoughts of the angel.
The wind blew through the giant trees, and the courtyard was filled with the rustle of leaves.
When a leaf falls on the stone slab in the courtyard, in a trance, it does not fall on the stone slab, but floats on the calm lake. Centered on the point where the leaf touches the lake surface, ripples spread out layer by layer, golden
The spirit ripples in the courtyard.
An unknown will came.
The expressions of the two divine envoys changed drastically, and both sides saw horror in each other's eyes.
Without warning, an outsider broke in here.
No, it can't be called an outsider, because that will came directly to the depths of the temple, and the envoy knew that it was an altar dedicated to the gods.
This has never happened.
They all ran towards the center of the temple in unison. As they ran, they seemed to sink into a flat lake like the leaf. They felt the golden ripples transformed by the pure spirit, full of majesty and mystery, and as warm as the morning light.
The moment they stepped into the hall, the golden tide submerged them.
A hazy mist spread out.
The envoy saw a blurry figure sitting on the altar. He was slightly bowed, his movements were laborious, and he looked very tired. Golden light filled the surroundings of the figure, dancing like a flame.
The divine envoy didn't know who this was, but he instinctively felt a sense of calmness and the dust had settled.
It seemed as if their long-awaited owner had returned.
Just as the envoy was thinking about it, the figure sitting on the altar began to cough violently, and a strong and strange fragrance came out.
The two foxes were inexplicably panicked. They wanted to step forward, but found that they were blocked by the golden tide and could not get close to the altar.
"Fortunately, there are two little guys who can still remember me." The figure sighed, and the sigh sounded like it was telling farewell over and over again.
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Li Xian took the empty Jizhao throne from the altar.
Mastering the throne of Jizhao over the years, later generations called this supreme "Candle Dragon".
After emerging, he fought off the wolves, obtained a ticket to overlook the high ground, and learned many secrets.
Zhulong was born in the last Kyushu, and was the last supreme being born in the history of Kyushu. Jizhao people all said that the birth of Zhulong was unbelievable, because the Kyushu of that era didn't even have the law. How could a supreme being be born, or even not?
Losing Yinglong's Supreme.
He is so transcendent.
The murals on the stone walls of Taihang Mountain record the scene of people worshiping Him. On the towering sacred mountain, people's pilgrims fill the steps of the mountain road. From the top to the foot of the mountain, there are dense crowds of people worshiping, praising the pride and greatness of the Supreme Being.
Zi faced Li Xi'an and told him how powerful this statue was. He was also surprised by the compatibility between Li Xi'an and this statue.
The Outlier Lord suspected that Li Xi'an and Zhu Long were of the same body, but he soon rejected this idea.
Because this Supreme Being died before the beginning of the mythical age, and it was the end of that period of time when all years and years of cause and effect were cut off.
After obtaining the honorable position, Li Xi'an was able to understand some secrets that were once impossible to see through. The time node of Zhulong's death was at the end of the Battle of Kyushu Fall, and it was in an irreversible timeline.
This is an extremely stable timeline formed after the Jizhao Supremes appeared together.
Therefore, this kind of timeline is also called the eternal timeline by some beings.
This extremely long period of time records the war in Kyushu and the fall of Jizhao. The supreme being who perished in the eternal timeline can no longer be revived, because the ending of the passing can never be reversed in this period of time. This is the common distortion of Jizhao and others.
On the decisive battlefield, defeat is the end of everything.
That candle dragon was so powerful and terrifying, yet it still died on this altar, leaving behind this empty throne of time.
This is how feathering comes.
Jizhao ignores cause and effect and time. If there is no eternal timeline, they, the immortals, will not leave their thrones for future generations to emerge.
Li Xi'an didn't know whether to feel lucky or sad.
The emergence of beings in later generations means that the supreme beings of Kyushu in the past have really passed away and cannot return. However, those who have become immortals have left the world with the last hope, giving them an opportunity to rise.
He held on to the altar and coughed out a few more mouthfuls of blood. The price to pay for stopping the thief was not small.
By inheriting this honorable position, all the karma and karma in my body will be cut off.
Li Xi'an could not come back, but the confusion of the divine envoy gave him the opportunity to return. At this level, the thoughts in the heart can manifest the divine. The divine envoy thought that there should be a master here, so he came back, just like before.
Sitting on the altar, but no one remembers him anymore.
Feathering Feathering...
After all, I was forced to take this road.
He once thought that becoming an immortal was the last trump card. If he could not defeat the Eight Immortals in the end, the only way to go was to become an immortal. Originally, he decided to use Hong's honor to become an immortal.
Now, I have found a more suitable position for myself on the altar.
It's a blessing.
It's just that he won't be able to become Ji Zhao in the future. There are many monarchs in Kyushu, such as Zhu, Da Zhi Yi, Qing Yan... They will all have the opportunity to become Ji Zhao in the future. Hong feels regretful and angry towards him, saying that he is qualified to become the strongest in the future.
The larger group of Ji Zhao Supreme, Li Xi'an didn't care about this.
Any future must be realized in the present.
If he can't stop Jie, Jiuzhou will be lost in the Hidden Era, and his original roots will be wiped out. How can we talk about the future? What's more, Yuhua is not weak. For Li Xi'an, Yuhua is a good path.
Road.
After sitting quietly on the altar for a long time, Li Xi'an got up from the altar, his figure becoming more and more illusory.
The Fox God completely forgot about him, the ancient tree also lost contact with him, and everything around him began to be incompatible with him, frantically rejecting his existence.
Different from other ascendants, the honor he inherited was too important and he gave up too much, even the past was burned in the fire.
All causes and effects have passed away, and he can no longer stay in Kyushu.
That’s fine.
He picked up the Xijian and stepped into the surging tide.
Go to the universe to kill some creatures and intimidate some existences. The throne of time should always be feared.
The giant tree swayed, seeming to be trying to stay.
Li Xi'an understood Gu Mu's words.
"Do I have another wish?" In front of the golden tide, the feathered person looked back.