When Lin Huang walked out of the world of ice and snow, he encountered ancient cemeteries.
Countless ancient resentful souls roared, filling the entire void with darkness.
"The resentful spirit of the gods!"
Lin Huang could sense it at a glance...those roaring, crying and whimpering resentful souls all possess terrifying and soul-stirring abilities.
Now only gods can influence him.
Lin Huang was surprised...
He looked up and saw that there was no end to the cemeteries.
Each grave is like a low pile of loess.
Because he has experienced it, passing through the seventh Nirvana does not seem that difficult.
Lin Huang didn't know why, but he had strange questions.
Except for Wu Gu and Xue Ji, he has never seen the horror of the virtual world... There seems to be no special horror in it except for the intersection of years.
Thousands of miles of battlefield, millions of corpses lying on the ground.
"The seventh time is the imprisonment of the heart!"
As far as he could see, hundreds of millions of mountains and rivers were filled with blood.
…
"Why does it feel so real? Is that a reflection of the years that existed in the virtual world, or..."
An era for humanity has ended.
"The virtual world... what is the meaning of its existence? Why do years intersect?"
Lin Huang suddenly murmured to himself.
The old human god was about to perish in front of him.
Lin Huang searched in confusion.
Woohoo...
The inheritance of human civilization will be engraved on your bodies!
…
Lin Huang knew very well that if he had not experienced the Silent River before, he might be obliterated by loneliness.
Ancient Xun is sad.
Their hometown is gone.
In the sky of Taixu, gods from all races came to attack.
Lin Huang looked around and saw that not a single tomb had a name on it.
"This time, the tidal catastrophe has not been passed after all! The fire of the human race needs you to ignite it. The future of the human race needs you to protect it. The next era of the human race needs you to open it!"
Lin Huang was looking for a way out and the answer, "What is the eighth nirvana? How should I get out?"
On the vast battlefield, an ancient god wept blood spoke. He put down the bloody ancient xun in his hand, his eyes filled with hot tears.
"The first six nirvanas were all accompanied by thunder, and the terrifying power of annihilation was about to annihilate me! This is the annihilation of form. The form is destroyed first...and then the Tao aggregate!"
"Always remember, the human race... no matter how many tides we experience, we will never admit defeat! Always remember, the human race... no matter how many tides we experience, civilization will never end!"
No need to fight to the death.
"Gentlemen... look back at our hometown again! Please also remember our hometown and remember this sad whispering voice!"
Woo.
"The seventh Nirvana is the river of silence! There is not much physical suffering...but loneliness, eternal loneliness!"
"Then what is the calamity of nirvana aimed at myself?"
The old man holding the bloody ancient xun, his whole body burning with blazing glow, was guarding outside a portal that stood between heaven and earth.
Lin Huang was startled and suddenly came back to his senses.
Lin Huang shuttled back and forth through the cemetery, but could never find his way out.
In the virtual world, everything is just a mirror reflection of the real world and is illusory.
…
Lin Huang murmured to himself, "What era is this war in?"
The old man has not yet completely perished, and the long rivers of time collide again in the virtual world.
Outside the portal, the human gods roared in pain, and then entered the portal even more like crazy.
When he came back to his senses, his eyes dimmed and lost focus.
The old man vomited blood and laughed. Before he died, he turned around and looked back at the portal that carried the hope of the human race. His eyes were full of hope and his face showed a smile.
Not long after walking, Lin Huang was still affected.
He was affected by the roar of the wronged soul, his soul lost focus, and strayed into the depths of the tombs of the gods, unable to find a way out.
They...will survive.
He was confused.
"What kind of war happened on this land in the real world?"
Lin Huang muttered to himself and began to analyze.
However, they became deserters from the human race.
As time went by in the cemetery, the space here was folded and turned into an ancient battlefield almost at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Lin Huang looked up at the sky and the earth with a sigh.
It is definitely worthy of the seventh nirvana.
He was confused and could only continue to explore this cemetery.
He was not mentally prepared for the sudden and extremely shocking scene...but he felt like he was in it.
Lin Huang felt sad in his heart, but he did not stop...
They have become lonely night watchmen in the darkness of the world, waiting for the fire of human civilization to sway again.
"Is it Dao Yun... is it the soul... is it the heart of the Dao... or is it imprisoning me in it?"
All around are the corpses of human gods!
The words "blood flowed into a sea" were far from being able to describe the death he saw.
but.
Succeed or fail!
The human race has always disobeyed destiny and only performed human affairs.
All around, the sound of sobbing could be heard...and then the sound of the ancient xun sounded, full of desolation and antiquity, giving people a sense of sadness.
"How should I get out? Is it possible that this virtual world is a prison for me? Heaven does not need to use Nirvana to obliterate itself, but only needs to use the virtual world to imprison itself?"
That’s why these gods have no home.
Little guys, it doesn’t matter if your clan is exterminated this time. The worst thing you can do is revive it again... It’s just that in the years to come, you will have to suffer a little more, and you won’t have the time to drink and talk happily.
"Why do the years intersect?"
Even though they are gods fighting fiercely against heaven and earth, they can't help but look pale at this moment, with a hint of prosperity and decline.
"Then the eighth nirvana...in what way is it going to wipe me out?"
it's all over.
Lin Huang thought of many possible answers for a while, but he had no definite answer.
He looked at the scene around him and was shocked.
Can……
Lin Huang frowned.
Even the resentful souls transformed by those roars are all incomplete, from human races... and from all races.
Lin Huang was puzzled.
The portal that stood between heaven and earth was filled with silvery light, engraved with ancient human formation runes, and exuded a coercion that was arrogant to Yunei.
Lin Huang came to his senses instantly.
Lin Huang asked and answered himself, his figure moving as fast as lightning in the cemetery, as if he was in a kind of demonic state.
In the picture, the bloody ancient xun finally shattered.
This should not be the tomb of the gods after their fall... In the course of time, at a certain stage in time, major events that caused the fall of the gods must have occurred.
Let several gods on the ancient battlefield look back at their hometown.
"Is this...really the virtual world?"
"who I am?"
Lin Huang's low voice was full of doubts, "Is that my memory?"
That extremely real feeling made Lin Huang doubt the real existence of the virtual world!
"I don't know about witchcraft... I don't know about the hundreds of years of Emperor Jintian... This is not my memory. This is the virtual world..."
"But why is it so real?"
"Did I participate in that tidal extinction experience, or... falling into a demonic barrier is the eighth calamity of Nirvana?"