Lin Yun watched the moon rise and set, the tide ebb and flow, and the surrounding trees continue to turn yellow and green, but he kept running wildly on this mountain path and could never find the end.
Time flies and stars change.
The eternal Martial Emperor will eventually fall, and the Martial Emperor does not have an endless lifespan.
Lin Yun's cultivation level has all retreated, and there is no prehistoric demon god and no demon core crystal.
The only thing left behind was the heavy Demon-Slaying Sword, and the proud Demon-Slaying Sword that even time could not wear away was carried on his back.
The boy turned into a man and grew a beard.
The man became an old man, his hair already gray.
The Demon-Slaying Sword had already weighed down the old man so much that he could no longer straighten his back, and it was very difficult for him to even take a step.
The old man is still on this mountain path. He has not looked back. He knows that there is endless delusion behind him. He can only get out of this place by walking forward.
Finally one day, the old man stopped because he could no longer walk.
Millions of years of time have smoothed away all the edges and corners on his body, and the only thing that remains unchanged is probably his pair of eyes that are as dazzling as stars.
The old man sat on the ground. His once tall body was already stooped, and his clothes were in tatters. The Demon-Slaying Sword on his back was covered with traces of the erosion of time.
The old man turned around and looked at the road he had walked, feeling deeply moved in his heart.
After millions of years, it is unknown whether the former Eternal Temple is still there.
Lin Yun once thought about whether it would be a different scene if he stayed in the Eternal Temple at that time.
Will he become the King of the Three Realms, will he marry Zixia, and how many of the brothers who fought side by side at that time will become emperors now?
He began to doubt himself, how many times had he had the opportunity to stop and look back and enjoy peace and joy.
Rather than like this, drinking all the wind and frost and having nothing left.
Whether all this is a dream or not has nothing to do with it. It has nothing to do with the president of the Assassination Society or anything about the Eternal Temple.
Lin Yun couldn't help but have this idea, maybe he shouldn't come out, maybe his life is just a dream.
Lin Yun seemed to see the end of the world, and on the high mountain, there stood an eternal martial emperor!
Do you regret it?
Lin Yun couldn't help asking himself, couldn't rebirth be just a dream?
After a long time, Lin Yun used his old and skinny hands to take off the Demon-Slaying Sword from his back with difficulty and gently placed it on the ground.
Then Lin Yun took hold of the Demon-Slaying Sword and inserted it into the ground.
He held the Demon-Slaying Sword again and slowly stood up straight.
Millions of years have passed, and time has made it impossible for his back to be straight anymore.
But Lin Yun still wanted to straighten his waist. With the exertion of his waist, his spine made a 'click-click' sound, as if it would break at any time.
Lin Yun finally stood up straight. He stared straight ahead and suddenly laughed.
His laughter became louder and louder, and the whole world trembled with it. It was mixed with violent coughing, and he coughed up donated blood one after another, dyeing his snow-white beard red.
With a thud, the laughter stopped abruptly, and Lin Yun fell to the ground, falling heavily to the ground.
He suddenly understood that whether it was Fairy Zixia, the betrayal of the Samsara Emperor, or his rebirth, it was all God's will.
God's will allowed him to become emperor, and God's will allowed him to build the Eternal Temple.
God gave him a hard blow when he reached his peak, and then let him fall into the abyss.
God thought that this would completely defeat him and prevent him from sinking forever.
Lin Yun looked at the end of the world and laughed loudly, "My fate is up to me, not to God!"
Whatever God’s will is!
Don’t care if it’s true or not!
He, Lin Yun, is here to break them all with one punch!
The breath of death surged up instantly, sinking into the boundless darkness.
On this mountain path, the scenery suddenly rushed back crazily. What happened in the previous life and what happened after rebirth all flashed by in front of Lin Yun.
Lin Yun suddenly opened his eyes, and an extremely frightened face appeared in front of him.
Lin Yun didn't hesitate at all and punched out.
"How is it possible? Why can you break my immortality?" The president of the Assassination Society was punched away by Lin Yun. Although in the dream, the body would not cause any harm, it still shocked him.
'Eternal Perdition' is his most powerful trick in dreams. He can use the deepest memories in the enemy's heart, and then create the most realistic dream, allowing the enemy to perish in it and never be reincarnated.
Just now, the president planned to appreciate Lin Yun's deep inner memories, but found that Lin Yun's consciousness seemed to be covered by a black cloth, and he could not see it at all.
What he didn't expect was that Lin Yun actually broke away from the "eternal sinking".
Lin Yun had no expression on his face, looked at the president with indifferent eyes, and said coldly, "You succeeded in irritating me."
He hated people prying into his memory, even though the president didn't see anything at all.
But putting his memories so nakedly in front of others made him feel angry.
"Annoy you? What can you do?" the president sneered, and immediately calmed down. This place is still his dream, and he is still the god here.
"Repent in eternity, ant!" Lin Yun roared in a low voice, and instantly, an ancient aura hit his face.
The surrounding scenes were ever-changing, with strong winds blowing up one after another.
The president raised his hand and covered his eyes. He felt the strong wind whistling around him, as if he was in dire straits.
When he opened his eyes again, the scene around him had completely changed.
There was only paleness in front of him. The president was lying on the white ground, his limbs were nailed to the ground by four huge nails, and he could not move. His body was in a large shape.
Lin Yun was floating in mid-air, condescending, his eyes cold and heartless.
"Unlimited criminal law!" Lin Yun snorted coldly, and the 'swastika' pattern rotated rapidly.
Immediately afterwards, a huge mouth was torn open in the sky, and two black feet as huge as mountains suddenly appeared and stepped on him without warning.
There was a loud roar, accompanied by the president's screams, and the president instantly turned into a puddle of flesh.
The next second, Lin Yun waved his hand, and a white smoke suddenly enveloped the president's body, slowly repairing his body.
"You damn guy!" the president yelled. Looking at his intact body, he naturally understood what Lin Yun wanted to do.
Lin Yun planned to destroy his will again and again and heal him again and again, thereby causing him to suffer endless torture.