The melee between dozens of emperor-level experts was terrifying.
All the ways in the universe are shifting, and the laws of the imperial way are permeating the air.
Just like the sword of God's will, countless royal laws are condensed into a sword that cuts at all living beings.
Even Zhuang Jiutian was not willing to kill him with one strike to the body.
His whole body was locked in an instant.
The war was so fierce that all the ways were destroyed, and all sentient beings could no longer even feel the existence of the ways.
All kinds of chaotic laws are scattered in the world.
Not to mention cultivation, even if the law of chaos enters the body, it will directly destroy the person's cultivation.
The battle actually lasted for a hundred years before it gradually came to an end.
The heaven has collapsed and everything is in chaos. Without a long period of time to recover, I am afraid there will never be any more imperial monks.
After the First World War, the Emperor disappeared without knowing whether he was alive or dead, leaving the Immortal Cauldron alone in the world.
All the ways of heaven and earth need to be restored, and we must begin to seize the creation of heaven and earth with all living beings.
For a time, the essence of heaven and earth dropped by 30%.
The entire universe is in a state of depression and monks are extinct.
It's as if we have entered the end of the Dharma era.
Zhuang Jiutian stood silently on the messy Big Dipper Star.
Is this the price?
With his cultivation stagnant and his body locked by laws, he could only watch the passage of time while he could only grow old slowly.
All souls are withered.
The prosperity is gone.
Zhuang Jiutian didn't know whether to be happy or disappointed.
So many ancient stars of life collapsed, and the number of monks dropped by 90%, but he could only wait to die.
Tried to trigger the quasi-emperor's lightning strike to break through.
But the shackles of the imperial way within his body are as solid as fairy gold.
a hundred years,
two hundred years,
A thousand years,
Two thousand years.
Zhuang Jiutian spent his eight thousandth birthday in this environment.
He has traveled through most of the universe and collected countless scriptures and creations.
But he just couldn't break the shackles of the imperial way in his body.
I'm afraid we need to use the power of time to slowly erase them.
Zhuang Jiutian returned to Beidou Ancient Star.
Arriving at the dragon's lair of the Eternal Dragon.
He took out the immortal bronze and made a bronze coffin for himself.
I used up all the collected good fortune to forge an ancestral talisman.
He stepped into the coffin and put the ancestral talisman on his forehead.
Later, the coffin became smaller and was inlaid on the dragon beads with the great seal of mountains and rivers.
Finally, it sank to the bottom of Daolong's nest and disappeared without a trace.
His life came to an end without leaving a single word. It was like a small transparency that ended his life.
Qiangu Dalong was curious as to where Zhuang Jiutian had gone.
Even after searching carefully, no trace of Zhuang Jiutian could be found.
She is now free and can leave the dragon's nest at any time.
But she was waiting, waiting for Zhuang Jiutian's whereabouts.
"I will come back."
This was the last sound that Qiangu Dalong heard from Zhuang Jiutian.
Afterwards, the dragon fell silent and fell into a deep sleep.
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The years are ruthless and affectionate, and a hundred thousand years have passed in the blink of an eye.
Cultivation in this world has fallen into an endless cycle.
It is easy to create the wheel and the sea, but it is difficult to get out of the palace of Tao.
The four poles are honored, and the dragon is honored as old.
Sendai is difficult to enter, and the king is extinct.
Saints withered and civilization was isolated.
Monks from all over the universe gradually abandoned the practice methods of the mythical age and began to study the practice of each secret realm.
At this point, various domains of the universe have gradually developed various types of civilizations that differ greatly from each other.
There is no longer the tradition of the age of mythology in which all races in the universe are one family.
In the age of mythology, Tianzun ruled the world and gradually became a legend.
Emperor Zun's Heavenly Court has gradually turned into a force that I don't know whether it ever existed.
Finally one day, several old figures rushed to the Big Dipper from the depths of the universe.
On the land of the Northern Territory, nine dragons guard a mountain. The purple mountain is barren of grass, but it looks particularly mysterious.
It's like a dragon ball born from the earth.
It is completely natural and has countless creations.
"Is this here?" an old man asked uncertainly.
"It's right here, you can't go wrong." Another old man said with certainty.
"I hope we didn't find the wrong place this time."
Afterwards, they set up the altar table in front of the Purple Mountain, lit the sacred incense, and began to chant mysterious sacrificial inscriptions.
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Finally, after the three sticks of incense were burned out, a spiritual response came from Zishan.
"Who is out there disturbing this place?"
"Your Majesty, we are Kunlun Qi Practitioners. We are here to invite you to come out of the mountain."
"The master is still sleeping, please retreat later."
"Everything is withered and the universe is desolate. Why don't you, Your Excellency, die and refuse to save me?"
"presumptuous!"
"I beg you, Your Excellency Immortal, to ascend to the throne of the Emperor and promote the revival of all things. We are willing to accept him as our master and never rebel." Suddenly an old man swore to be a slave.
"Brother Taoist, what are you doing?" the Qi practitioner from the Kunlun clan immediately asked. He did not expect that this person with the same great ambitions as him would actually regard others as his master.
"Brother Taoist, there is no need to persuade you. My cultivation level is of no use to the world. If you want the world to recover, someone must ascend to the supreme fruition position, sort out all the ways, and promote the recovery of the universe. Only then can we usher in a truly prosperous age of cultivation.
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A few of them made various efforts in the universe, but they could only affect a small area and had no impact on the recovery of the larger universe.
Unless a new emperor is born in the universe, otherwise, the impact of the end of the era will still continue.
All living things continue to live in a dark environment.
And if you want to give birth to an emperor, you need to give birth to a master who is above the ninth level of quasi-emperor.
However, the environment in the universe is so harsh that it is simply impossible to give birth to a strong person of that level.
In the past 100,000 years, let alone quasi-emperors, even powerful men at the level of the Great Sage have not exceeded double digits in the entire universe.
It can be said that the impact of the final battle between Emperor Zun and those Supremes was extremely far-reaching.
Directly led to changes in the general environment of the universe.
Even though hundreds of thousands of years have passed, it has never recovered.
Suddenly, the voice of the Immortal Emperor came from the purple mountain.
"I will be born in 20,000 years. At that time, I will promote the recovery of all things. You can go back first."
The Immortal Emperor finally decided to create his own era.
But Zhuang Jiutian, sleeping deep in the Qinling Mountains, was undergoing an arduous transformation.
The effect of the ancestral talisman was far beyond his imagination.
I thought I would form the seal of reincarnation in my body and live another life.
Unexpectedly, under the suppression of the ancestral talisman, his body was reincarnating, but his true spirit was sober under the suppression of the ancestral talisman.
Like a stone statue, he is selfless and has no thoughts, but he can see all the changes in himself.
The feeling of loneliness was more terrifying than he imagined.
In desperation, he could only understand the secret meaning of the runes contained in the Ancestral Talisman.
Although the mystery is boundless, he could not withstand the polishing of time. A hundred thousand years have allowed him to understand the meaning of a rune.
That is a rune about the immortality of the body.
Zhuang Jiutian had nothing to do, so he imprinted the rune into his true spirit. After the imprinting ended, he found that time had no effect on his true spirit.
In other words, he can live forever.
Of course, it's just that the true spirit is immortal, the body will still grow old, the Immortal Platform will still decay, and the soul will still decay.