Penglai Fairy Island is majestic and ethereal, shrouded in clouds and mist.
After the appearance of Emperor Haotian, two terrifying figures appeared simultaneously in the south and north. Their breath made the sky tremble, the sun and moon shook, and the avenues trembled.
This kind of momentum was not at all inferior to that of Emperor Haotian, and it deeply shocked everyone present.
Emperor Haotian was an unparalleled power in the prehistoric period. He could cover the sky with one hand and was omnipotent. The Kingdom of God he founded made a significant mark in history.
Such masters are almost difficult to find in the world, but two more have appeared. This is really strange.
Buzz!
At this moment, Wu Qingcheng and Ziyue changed their colors slightly, and the seven-colored heavenly sword and Qinglian Dao platform in their bodies were trembling slightly, flying out uncontrollably.
This appearance is similar to the previous Haotian realm, when seeing Emperor Haotian, the two treasures were making cordial and cheering sounds.
"Could it be that these two people were once the masters of the Seven-Colored Heavenly Sword and the Qinglian Dao Platform?" Ziyue and Wu Qingcheng looked at each other, feeling a little shocked in their hearts.
"Oh, it is indeed them, Priest Qinglian and the Colorful Goddess." Gu Zhouzi, Shenmenzi, Ximenze, and Hua Xiangzi shook their heads and sighed.
These two people were also figures before the prehistoric period. They were all Taoist ancestors. In the prehistoric period, they were almost invincible in the world.
In the battle of the ancient continent, too many strong men fell in the world. Two people also died in that battle. After so many years, they unexpectedly returned again against the will of heaven, and the world was about to fall into chaos.
"Many great masters from the prehistoric era have recovered one after another. What does this mean? Could it be that the war on the mainland is about to begin again?"
On Penglai Island, many people felt a sense of pressure from the impending rain and had difficulty breathing.
These three creatures were so powerful that it was as if the heaven and earth could not contain them. With a casual stamp of their feet, Penglai Island could be turned into nothingness, and everyone would be shattered into blood mist and completely dead.
"After so many years, I finally came back again, this land that makes people miss me." Emperor Haotian sighed.
"Our former homeland, the place where we fought, how many people in this world know us." The colorful goddess also sighed softly.
She has a beautiful face, like a mysterious goddess, riding the wind, and her voice is like the sound of nature. It is hard to imagine that a delicate and exquisite beauty is actually one of the famous Eight Lords of Heaven.
"Heaven is broken, hell has collapsed. This is a new era. Even "Pan" has fallen. In this life, I will become a taboo." Taoist Priest Qinglian's eyes, one black and one white, stared at the sky and sneered.
He swallowed the mountains and rivers with anger, as if he didn't even care about the sky and wanted to compete with them.
"I don't know how well the space crack was sealed back then."
Emperor Haotian said indifferently, and then with a movement of his body, he turned into a stream of light and flew out, disappearing in the blink of an eye, extremely fast.
Colorful Goddess and Taoist Priest Qinglian followed suit without saying a word.
"They are going to the Antarctic Space Rift."
"Let's go, let's follow and have a look."
Many people are hot. In Antarctica, there is a huge natural crack that separates the endless continent and the barrier of cultivation continent.
It's just that it's too cold there. Under normal circumstances, it's impossible to get close, not even to people from the ancestral realm.
There are three strong men from the prehistoric era exploring the path, and everyone can follow.
The vast South China Sea is vast and vast, with many islands, densely dotted with stars, and vast expanse of blue waves.
It was early in the morning, and the golden sunlight shone down, turning the entire sea into a golden color, turbulent and majestic. There was also a thin layer of smoke rising from the sea, making it even more majestic and vast.
Antarctica, the end of the world, has a cold climate and is a glacial continent.
This place is covered with white snow all year round, and the snow-white mountains are like silver-white dragons lying across here, overlapping each other, and the gas they spit out will turn into ice slag as soon as it appears.
This island is very vast and covers an unknown amount of territory.
The deeper you go, the colder the climate becomes. The terrifying cold air makes it impossible for the monks to stop. After tens of thousands of miles deeper, even the ancestral realm figures cannot get closer, because the cold air is also mixed with the terrible strong wind.
It was even bitingly cold.
This is a desperate place.
Boom boom boom…
However, Emperor Haotian, Colorful Goddess, and Taoist Priest Qinglian are like three-wheeled suns, passing across the sky, their blood is billowing, and they are like three burning furnaces, eternal and immortal.
The cold air didn't have much impact on them, and they opened up a safe road.
The people behind were not frozen into ice sculptures by the cold air.
Wang Teng was a little surprised. This was his first time in Antarctica.
The surroundings are desolate, and there is a smell of time flowing in the air. The vast white glaciers are as desolate as human habitation, and there is no life at all. This has always been the case. Walking here gives people a feeling of being abandoned by the world, which makes people feel sad.
Born lonely and cool.
The most important thing is that there are no sun or stars in the sky. There is nothing. It is a vast expanse of white, as if we have really reached the end of the world. There are also some legendary Antarctic fairy lights flowing through, adding to the mist of clouds.
"Is there a big rift in space ahead?"
Wang Teng looked up and discovered that Emperor Haotian, Colorful Goddess, and Priest Qinglian had landed on the top of three icebergs.
When we came to the end of the glacier, there was a terrible big crack across the ground. I don't know how big it was, and the end couldn't be seen at a glance.
The space above the large crack seems to be "solidified", and it stands like a huge ice wall, connecting the sky and the earth, reflecting colorful light in the sun, and the void is distorted and the light flickers.
Everyone can feel that the space overlaps there, which has reached a very terrifying level. It looks peaceful on the outside, but it is like a violent storm on the inside. If you get close, even the ancestral realm characters will be torn into pieces immediately, and they will never be recovered.
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"There is a statue. It's so magnificent. Who carved it?"
"Isn't it the legendary "Pan"?"
In the east of the big crack, there is a huge "stone man" standing, I don't know how huge it is. With its feet in the depth of the big crack, it seems to be connected to the Nine Netherworld, and the endless sky above its head, it seems to be able to tower into the outside world. It is very spectacular.
The ancient stone body has stood here for who knows how many years. It is full of mottled marks of vicissitudes of life, as well as some marks of ax marks and arrow holes. It seems that it has experienced unimaginable battles.
Carved on this stone statue is a man, extremely majestic, tall and straight, with deep eyes that seem to be able to penetrate the three thousand worlds, push back the nine heavens, sweep across the past and present, and be invincible in the world. This kind of courage is really too powerful. Just look at it.
