I am afraid that no one in this world except Guanyuanyu knows that the sky above is just a training ground for monks. It is a training ground to improve one's luck.
Only by living in this ominous place and living forever among a hundred deaths can one be qualified to step into the legendary land of creation.
There, there is an opportunity to rise. It is an opportunity to lead the rise of the place where you belong. As long as you light a bright lamp, you can do this. Rise, and then become glorious, reappearing the peak glory of Shenhuangtian.
In this world, apart from Guanyuanyu, probably no one knows that Emperor Linguan is just a trap.
Why is Emperor Linguan called Emperor Linguan? According to rumors, as long as you set foot on the legendary place of creation, you will definitely become the emperor of the world and the emperor of immortals.
But, are you really just able to become an emperor?
Of course not, there are only taboos when you become emperor enough. Only like the Immortal Lord, defy all the rules in the world and sweep away all enemies. As long as she is there, no one dares to claim her respect.
This is just a scam. There is an extremely powerful being behind them, operating the invisible thread, slowly pushing them into the game, leading them to the moment of final growth, and taking action to collect their luck.
The only way to collect luck is to refine them with blood and then transfer them to the strong man.
The ultimate glory of that year was destroyed by that person. How terrifying was that person? Thirteen said that even the Netherworld was afraid of the ultimate glory of Shenhuangtian.
Perhaps, the Lord of the Netherworld is also a little weaker than the group of top splendid ones back then.
However, such a powerful group of existences were still destroyed in the long course of history.
In the end, only Guanyuanyu was left.
The reason why Guanyuanyu survived was because the strong man kept him alive. Just because he was the strongest cultivator in Mo Chen among those back then.
Spare his life and let him not die. Just for him to witness how that strong man reversed this situation and reversed the withering of the heavens.
The sky shook, and the night sky seemed to sway and turn completely white.
In this whiteness, it seems that there is an invisible hand, lifting the white curtain. In its place, there is a corner of blood red.
This red is scarlet, shockingly red. It is the color of blood.
The middle-aged scribe's eyes suddenly showed a hint of fear.
This shock, even after countless years, is difficult to dissipate in my heart.
That touch of scarlet gradually dyed the eyes red. It was also reflected in the heart.
Which scene was that? It was the scene of panic in his heart.
In that scene, the sky was stained with blood, burning like fireworks for thousands of miles. There, bones and limbs were everywhere. In the sky, there were screams of shocking death.
These residual limbs and bones all belong to the second step of great power. Even those with the lowest cultivation level have reached the early stage of Nirvana. The number of those strong ones has reached hundreds, and even those in the realm of annihilation have dozens of them.
Dozens of annihilation realms, perhaps placed in a vast sky, are completely comparable to them. Perhaps not as good as Nether Sky, but they are not weaker than other vast realms.
Even so, if we only rely on dozens of great powers to destroy the realm, we cannot achieve the ultimate glory at all. Not to mention that there is a dead place like Netherworld that is pressing down hard on us.
What does it mean to be extremely brilliant? That's because Mo Chen's terror is far more than that.
Mo Chen's terror created the ultimate glory that is famous throughout the world. This glory is also because of thirteen people.
These thirteen people, including those strong men standing at the top, have all reached the sky.
This is a force that is enough to shake any force in the world, including the current strongest man in the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths, the Lord of the Netherworld.
This is a sharp sword that can split any hard object in the world. Nothing in the world can resist it. It is destined to be invincible and destined to be famous forever.
However, this sword was broken when it was at its peak.
The one who broke this sword was just one person.
Just one person, but he broke the extremely glorious sword led by thirteen supreme powerful men.
Guanyuanyu will never forget that blood-red scene in his entire life.
The red blood showed that his chest was penetrated by someone. Even though he was empty and did not exist in this world, he was still penetrated by someone's chest.
Blood was flowing on his chest, bit by bit, accumulating into a river.
He half-knelt on the ground and raised his head with difficulty. While trembling, he looked up at the figure that looked like a god and demon in front of him. He listened to the terrifying voice that swept the entire world.
Watching the wind blowing, hearing the shaking sound, it was blowing the cold corpses one after another.
They were friends in the past, companions who had gone through many hardships together, comrades who fought together in all the worlds. In the wind, they were like kites with broken strings, teetering on the edge, and eventually falling in the direction of eternal destruction.
And although he escaped, his red and warm heart had long since turned into ashes with the passing of his comrades.
From then on, day and night, I was accompanied by wine. I wish I could go back to the past again in a dream.
Guanyuanyu didn't know about Thirteen's existence. How would he feel if he knew about it? Some of his comrades who fought together back then survived.
It turns out that he is not the only one immersed in pain. It turns out that he is not alone in these billions of years.
But he didn't know, not at all, that there were still people alive in that battle. If he had known that there were still comrades still alive today, they would have survived that battle.
So, in these extremely long years, will Guanyuanyu become what he is now? He is addicted to alcohol and depressed all day long?
"Back then, I made a move for you. What Guan wanted was just for you to give me back the taste of my hometown. But you gave me an extra two hundred and ninety-nine jars of wine. I owe you two hundred
Ninety-nine times to smell the taste of hometown."
Guanyuanyu lowered his head, shook the wine bottle in his hand, and found that there was no wine in it. So he smiled bitterly.
"Although the taste of this wine is beautiful, its beauty is short-lived. We can only try our best to maintain this beauty."
He walked slowly to a huge boulder, turned over, and lay directly on top.
There is dew in the morning, and there is moisture in the stone. Although it will not immediately sweep away the fire in people's hearts, it can still alleviate it a little.
A sudden morning breeze blew away the sweat on his forehead.
The coolness of autumn makes the drunk Guanyuan fish wake up.
"Therefore, what is owed is the same number of helping hands."
He opened his eyes and glanced around. The wine placed on the innermost side was the two hundred and ninety-nine jars of wine given by the young man back then.
Thousands of years have passed, and Guanyuanyu is reluctant to take another sip. Perhaps only people from his hometown who come here will be willing to take it out and drink with them.
He was waiting for one day. When the young man who gave him the wine met again, he would take out the wine, drink it under the moon, and listen to his story of a thousand years.
He was waiting for that person to come back again. He would personally deliver the wine to him and drink it happily.
But today, he wanted to drink. Drink the wine that he had been reluctant to drink for thousands of years.
"Come."
As soon as the word fell, vibrato suddenly appeared. The next moment, a jar of wine fell into the hands of the middle-aged scribe.
With a flick of a finger, the mud that sealed the wine jar fell apart, and then fell to the ground, along with the paper that covered the mouth of the jar.
Suddenly, a pure fragrance overflowed. The wine in the jar was as pure as a mirror. He stared at the reflection in the jar, and his heart became even more bitter.
"Wine is good wine, but only I can drink it. But only I can feel homesickness. But only I can taste this homesickness again."
Guanyuanyu rested his head on one hand, looked up at the blue sky and the white clouds, chuckled repeatedly, opened his mouth, and then drank.
There was confusion in his eyes, he shook his head repeatedly and then spoke again.
"Ten years after we were separated from him. After his breath disappeared, Guan found his clone. Even that clone didn't know where the original person had gone."
"It's just that when I saw his clone, that day, I was really in a state of turmoil."
Guanyuanyu took another sip of wine, then shook his head again, the smile on his face getting stronger and stronger.
"That clone is indeed a clone. But it is an extraordinary clone. In a sense, that clone is much more powerful than Chu Cheng himself."
"It's much more powerful." Guanyuanyu smiled again, pushed slightly with his palm, and the wine spilled as he poured it.
The wine that he had been reluctant to drink was actually poured everywhere by Guanyuanyu.
"Come, let you feel the taste of my hometown. I also want you to know that I, Mo Chen, have created another heaven-defying cultivator. Even if I don't light up the fireworks in Di Lin Pass, I can still make Mo Chen rise again."
"Do you know the way to reverse chaos?"
The aroma of wine fell into the soil, slowly soaked and moisturized the soil. The aroma of wine entered his heart and made his face rosy.
"Emperor Linguan, for you, why do you need to step on it? Why do you have to step on it? Even if you don't light the fireworks, when the clone there is complete, you can lead Mo Chen to rise again. There is no need to temper your Qi.
transport."
"Because, the birth of that clone is the greatest luck in the world. When it is completed in the future, even that one... will be afraid to retreat when he sees it."
"The fire in Di Lin Pass can be ignited. But not now."
A jar of wine fell into the soil. Everything fell into it.
Guanyuanyu only drank a few sips, but his face turned red again.
This is not drunkenness, but excitement.
The next moment, his figure appeared in the blue sky. Then, it was dark night again.
The previous location was only in his cave treasure. But now, it was in the outside world.
This is Cangyuntian.
Nowadays, there is great turmoil in the nine heavens and ten lands. But it has not yet affected Cangyuntian. The Netherworld ghost army has just broken through Bairitian. It is still five vast distances from Cangyuntian.
At the moment, Cangyuntian doesn't need him. But in the distant Shenhuangtian, someone needs him.