The universe is dying, the galaxies are collapsing, like broken tiles covered in dust, and many magnificent wonders seen along the way are gradually decaying.
There is also a new universe being performed, and the most powerful people in the world can be briefly glimpsed in the grandeur. On some planets, spaceships rush out of the homeland and sail towards the distant starry sky.
But these are just fleeting glimpses of light that quickly fade away. The mythical Great Migration is on the road again, crossing one major universe after another, and no one knows its end point.
"The No. 2 center is not very far away. I can vaguely sense it. Are you really going to follow us and become our neighbor?"
"Unprecedented, this extraordinary transformation has been full of twists and turns. We cannot use the past as a reference."
The true saints are whispering that even they have no bottom, and past experience is of no use.
Wang Xuan stayed next to Shou, thinking about recent events. Where did the giant and the puppet come from, and why were they suppressed by the extraordinary source?
At least two existences that had broken through the realms were reduced to this situation. One had his head blown off and was locked in a place of extremely dark shadows, while the other was bound by red silk threads, making him a veritable marionette.
These things cannot be traced back, and there are no answers if we look into them deeply. They belong to the past and have disappeared. Now even the old monsters from the age of the gods who have lived the longest are showing no answers.
"There is no so-called opposing camp, and it has never been involved in the battle of genocide. Although the extraordinary center is changing, and the supreme rulers have changed batch after batch, no one is so short-sighted. Bloodbath the two suppressed people at the source of the myth.
What kind of conflict is the monster a victim of?"
A small group of supreme beings, the true saints at the peak of the fifth level, are also discussing and researching this matter. They have searched through ancient historical books, consulted all the documents in their memories, and reviewed various legends, etc., but there are no relevant clues.
"Is it the result of a war between several sources of mythology? It doesn't seem like it. In the end, all they want is fusion and unification, hoping to create a soil that can give birth to the six monsters. What's the use of locking them up?"
"Is it related to the real war? Some ancient gods are not so much involved in it as they are close to the fringe area, mysterious and mysterious, and do not involve the confrontation of civilization and race extinction."
Generally speaking, looking through the past and present, there is no invasion by the so-called big camp. Everything is for the continuation and breakthrough of the extraordinary. There have been fierce conflicts, but they have not reached the point where the Lu Breakers despaired and led to the overall destruction of the source of the myth.
the point.
Even the No. 2 mythical source who was once hunted down, their 6-breakers and supreme beings may be killed, but the overall civilization, billions of extraordinary beings, and various traditions should be preserved.
This is what Yun Ling, the source of myth No. 2, said personally, and reminded Shou and Ge that once the center No. 1 is overtaken, the supreme being will be destroyed. Therefore, the two sources of myth No. 1 and No. 2 must join forces and cannot be separated.
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Wang Xuan asked Shou for advice and said: "In history, there is no clue that there was a super mysterious force that descended from the sky, with the power of Mount Tai, to penetrate the source of myths, and was involved in the continuation of civilization and the birth and death of various races.
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"No." Mamoru shook his head.
If we have to take it seriously, then the gods, giant beasts, saints, and the newly arrived supreme beings are already considered subversives. After all, they have become new rulers and changed the era.
He did not experience the suffering of all the tribes being destroyed, and the tragedy of the source of the myth being pierced. This was completely different from what Wang Xuan had imagined.
Wang Xuan said: "That is to say, from ancient times to today, throughout the ages, there has been no evil enemy of life and death in the heaven and on the earth who wants to destroy the source of myth. In short, it can be simply said to be invincible."
But the more this happens, the more unsettling it becomes. The giant still has the puppet as evidence of his survival. How can people not think more about it?
No one can communicate with them now. Shou once sent a message to the giant in secret, but his consciousness fluctuated like a mud cow entering the sea and disappeared without any response.
"I have a hunch that if the tide of myths stops this time, it may really not go away, and it may fall into a very long period of mythical ice. After the true umbrella of eternal silence falls, we will have to wait for hundreds of millions of years.
Only then will the new era officially arrive and begin." Mamoru spoke.
He reminded everyone to be prepared,
He also warned that when the umbrella of eternal silence is covered, under the eternal night, no one should mess around.
Because when all the extraordinary beings fell into a long sleep, the true saint could move and be awake. Of course, he would eventually need to sleep for a long time. But everyone nodded.
The change of extraordinary centers is quite scary to say. Each new era ranges from several thousand years to nearly 150,000 years in recorded history. The "freezing period" between the old and new eras is really too long. If you look into it more deeply, it will make the Holy City
I feel that during this period, the civilizations of mortals have risen and fallen countless times.
Wang Xuan knew very well that he was too conspicuous at the moment, so he just stayed dormant and could not do anything extraordinary again.
Currently, he is safe by Shou's side. He is sitting cross-legged on the Cliff of Chaos. This is the cliff that was cut off from the 36th level of heaven before the mythical Great Migration.
When all the extraordinary beings in the center of the myth stopped being restless, calmed down, and got used to this kind of journey with no end in sight, fog began to appear near Wang Xuan.
Not long ago, he gained a lot, which is equivalent to two "thousand years of hard training". He has reached the late stage of the second heaven of aliens. If he endures for a while, he thinks he can successfully enter the third heaven of aliens.
The origin of Myth No. 2 is quite extraordinary. Such complementarity was unthinkable in the past.
In fact, others have also gained a lot.
"That's enough for one source of myths. If several sources of myths appear together..." Wang Xuan's eyes were bright. Such a situation was not just a matter of a significant improvement in his Taoism, but also a matter of the smooth birth of the Lu Breaker.
Soil integrity has arrived.
Then, he got up and walked towards the deepest part of the mist. He saw the source of the light, the lake outside, the boat, the tea and the scriptures, etc. His eyes had been burning for a long time.
Now that he has broken through the barriers and reached a higher level of Taoism, can he touch the truth there?
On the shore of the lake where light and mist flowed, the imperial runes all over Wang Xuan's body were about to burn, and the soles of his feet touched the edge of the boat.
Last time, he was just a hair away, but now that his level has improved, he is still close to him, which makes him feel that he is far away.
With a swish sound, he exerted a little force on the soles of his feet, and the small boat was kicked away by him, disappearing like a stream of light into the heavy fog deep in the lake.
He was so tired that he tried his best, but accidentally kicked the target away? This was a duck that was cooked and obtained, and suddenly disappeared!
"Can you please stop being so stupid?!" He gasped and stared longingly.
The fog automatically dissipated and receded from his side. He stood in the void, and then landed on the huge chaotic cliff. This time he passively returned to the real world.
Shou was not at home and went to visit Ge's dojo across the street. However, the supreme magic circle was open and there was a Royal Dao flag sitting at the gate. Everything was peaceful and very safe.
After Wang Xuan took a rest, he once again opened all six areas in the field. What reassured him was that in the mist, the small boat in the distance reappeared, floating on the edge of the crystal lake.
He took a deep breath and boarded the ship again.
All kinds of magical powers, spells, etc. were of no use. The boat could not be pulled, so the only way was to get on board. He tried it cautiously, and the soles of his feet could barely touch it again, and then the boat... disappeared with a whooshing sound again,
He worked hard in vain again.
The third time Wang Xuan took action directly and touched the edge of the boat with his fingers, but it was of no use even if he tried his best to restrain the boat.
As long as he exerts his strength, he will push the mysterious boat away just like ordinary people.
Wang Xuan was extremely angry. Last time he was only a hair away, but this time he touched everything, but he still couldn't board the ship.
Obviously, given the characteristic that the boat will run away with just a little force, as long as he grabs it, he will definitely be able to pull it over and completely board it. After kicking and pushing the boat away several times, Wang Xuan was helpless. Every time
In fact, it is only a little bit away from success.
"Do we have to wait for some years to enter the third level of the alien world before we can board the ship?" Wang Xuan was furious and itchy. He wanted to stand on it and see what would happen.
Where can the mysterious boat take him?
"What's wrong? As a stranger, you are sweating profusely, your face is pale, and your cheeks are slightly bloody. Your origin is damaged and your kidney energy is insufficient.
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After Wang Xuan found Yu Daoqi, Qi Zi's bad mouth problem remained the same as before, and he had nothing good to say.
"Hurry up, do me a favor and board a boat with me to travel far away, to the outer reaches of the universe, to real places, past, present and future. Everything is possible."
However, it was of no use for Wang Xuan to invite foreign aid. When facing Xiaozhou, the true saint-level skills of Yudao Banner seemed to be separated by a layer of mysterious world and could not be approached.
Even if Wang Xuan personally led him into the fog, it would be of no use. He could only see blurry shadows.
In the end, Wang Xuan had exhausted all his methods, and all his magical powers were useless. All kinds of secret treasures were not easy to use. After the six Yuan Sheng relics hit the edge of the ship, they were all blurred.
This startled him, and he quickly took it back, but fortunately it was not destroyed. The killing array diagram he was wearing was also tested, as if he was traveling through a dream in the mirror, flowers in the water, and the moon, and could not get close to the boat.
He rummaged through all kinds of strange objects, and even the old testament of the mother universe, the nonsense book of years, was taken out from behind the soil.
"Ah, solid, la...Mad!" The Book of Years shouted unconsciously, and it was not until the end that it cursed a complete word. It was in a state of confusion and assimilation, and cursing was the last sign of stubbornness.
It was also useless, but after Wang Xuan checked and reviewed it, he thought that when his Taoism was advanced enough, he might be able to restore the Book of Time.
As for now, I don't want to listen to his thoughts at all, and he will be thrown into the world behind the land of fate again. Let's continue to be in jail!
He pulled out the 15-color strange bamboo, but unfortunately a single 6-color strange bamboo was still useless. If he touched it even slightly, it would become hazy like a bubble, and then fall outside the mist.
"Tao-carrying paper?" Wang Xuan picked up the withered and yellowed old paper that carried the true scripture. He had tried this thing before, and it was not as strong and immortal as he imagined. However, after being blurred and decayed by the impact, it could gradually recover.
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"I touched it, wait a minute!" When he threw it out with a flying knife, the withered yellow paper successfully passed through the light mist, flew to the coffee table on the boat, and fell on the scroll of scripture, as if there was an air current passing through it.
The white mist accompanied by the fragrance of tea changed its trajectory.
Wang Xuan was dumbfounded. No matter whether he stretched out his hand or activated the secret method, he could not reach the withered yellow paper, and the connection was broken.
He stretched his body and exerted force again, and the boat disappeared.
"You're mentally ill!" He was really angry. His whole body was filled with the tattered piece of paper that could get into the boat in the mist, but in the end he was abducted by it.
Wang Xuan carried it here until he was exhausted more than a dozen times, then he sighed helplessly and looked at the carrier paper of the Zhenyi Sutra sandwiched between the scrolls on the small boat coffee table. It was really a waste of money.
He quit and made up his mind to break through to the third level of the alien world as soon as possible, otherwise he would be heartbroken.
Wang Xuan began to retreat. After two "thousand years of hard training", he was actually very close to the third heaven of aliens. Another ten or twenty years would be enough.
Twelve years after the mythical Great Migration set sail again, there was a violent vibration, and the extraordinary center began to slow down, and then gradually stopped.
It seems to have arrived at the terminal!
Wang Xuan opened his eyes, and his feeling was different this time. The whole mythological tide seemed to be cooling down, with a slight chill.
"The mythical ice period is coming, and the moment of eternal silence is coming?!" He stood up in a hurry.