The battlefield is spread out in every corner of the sight. Countless figures fill every space with an unimaginable density. The vast void, the planet under your feet, the broken satellites, the dense meteorite belts, and the flames of war are everywhere.
, there is light everywhere.
The roaring fleet arrays were densely packed and firing with all their strength, the Star Destroyer Cannons were destroying the sky and the earth, and the annihilating dark matter and dark energy were surging silently. A small black hole formed in a certain area of the battlefield and began to swallow everything nearby.
Using the void as an array and the stars as chess pieces, in this boundless vast battlefield, Feng Qingwu's consciousness is small and weak, like a speck of dust between heaven and earth, but it is such a small and delicate figure, but in this vast battlefield
Passing through the entire battlefield in an instant, it was like entering an uninhabited land. The brilliance in the sky continued to bloom and condense. Feng Qingwu's consciousness rushed forward, leaving behind one after another emitting extremely light and heat.
sun.
The absolute destructive power and the instant reversal of the situation clearly demonstrated the powerful strength of the peak energy source of the neutral camp, but Feng Qingwu was not intercepted by any peak power of the other camp.
Fraud: Genesis.
This is tantamount to simulating a real environment, making full use of all factors that are beneficial to oneself in a short period of time, and making full use of all factors that are not beneficial to the enemy, deceiving both the enemy and ourselves about themselves, and similarly
Deceiving the perception of peak power at the same level.
In an absolutely short period of time, no one would notice her existence, even if she were enemies at the same level as Feng Qingwu, and even if she crossed the battlefield in such a high-profile manner.
Judging from the real time in the City of Miracles and other places, the existence of Genesis was very short, probably less than ten years.
But ten years are enough to decide the fate of this local battlefield.
But what's the use of just deciding the fate of this battlefield?
The fate of the human race, as well as all neutral creatures, has long been destined to end.
Perhaps in the entire neutral camp, only the vast black ocean in front of them still refuses to give up, is still trying its best, is still desperate, and is still going crazy unscrupulously.
He may have known his fate and ending, but he didn't care.
God of War Lin Xuanyuan.
This is a madman and a fool, but he is the most admirable kind of madman and fool.
Feng Qingwu sighed softly.
The endless light converged from her side, and her shuttle body suddenly accelerated, like a sharp sword tearing through the battlefield. With the slowly dissipating light, she instantly entered the newly formed black hole in the battlefield.
Fraud: The Supreme Self.
A nearly supreme will appeared directly on the battlefield where light and shadow intersected, cold, majestic, and irresistible.
The moment this will appeared, it directly confronted the omnipresent malice of the world. The black hole that was still taking shape turned into a wormhole in an instant. The rules of time and space were distorted at a speed visible to the naked eye in the strong deception. The wind danced lightly.
His body sank into the wormhole and traveled to an unknown distance of thousands of light years in the blink of an eye.
At the same time that her body entered the black hole, an endless army of neutral camp rushed out from the same wormhole and joined the battlefield in a mighty manner.
This is the real master.
On the battlefield, dominate everything.
The newly formed black hole directly turned into a two-way channel through Feng Qingwu's lie, with the same entrance, but there was no violation in the entry and exit. Such a fraud can only last for a short few years, but it is enough
Let the neutral camp invest billions of troops into this battlefield again in the next few years.
The stars all over the sky flashed crazily and receded.
The new wormhole extended infinitely in Feng Qingwu's consciousness. The darkness was only silent for a moment, and the distance had already traveled tens of thousands of light years.
It's still the same scene, it's still the same battlefield, it's still the black ocean, it's still the God of War Lin Xuanyuan.
This black ocean composed of endless sword intent is the truest state of the God of War Lin Xuanyuan, and it is also his most primitive form of existence. At the beginning of the war, this vast ocean poured into the time and space corridor from the God of War Realm, thousands of
In the past tens of thousands of years, in countless star fields, everyone in the time and space corridor agreed that this madman could be said to be the sharpest madman in the human race after the original His Majesty. His sharp edge was clearly visible, and the war continued.
Even Feng Qingwu didn't know how many star fields Lin Xuanyuan's sword energy had passed through, and how many enemies at the same level as him he was fighting against.
Feng Qingwu did not go to see the battlefield and traveled again.
Time has no meaning, and distance seems to have no meaning either.
Time and time again, when Feng Qingwu's consciousness traveled through the wormhole, she suddenly felt a majestic force from the outside world directly penetrated the wormhole, and instantly extended the distance she could travel to the limit, Feng Qingwu's
My heart relaxed slightly.
She knew she was finally close to her destination.
This majestic power is the aura of the War King of the Corridor of Time and Space.
The next second, the silence completely disappeared, and the fighting did not appear again.
An extremely huge planet appeared in front of Feng Qingwu's eyes.
The planet was rotating slowly, occupying almost all of Feng Qingwu's consciousness.
Feng Qingwu was in a trance for a moment.
In front of this planet, the City of Miracles was like a child's building block in front of a skyscraper. The strong contrast made Feng Qingwu, who had already focused all her attention on the City of Miracles, couldn't help but be startled.
She finally reached her destination.
This is the capital of the Time and Space Corridor.
The old city.
Feng Qingwu took a step forward. Her destination was extremely clear, so she directly deceived the distance in time and space while taking a step. The chaotic meteorite belt and the atmosphere changed instantly. Feng Qingwu's consciousness had already appeared in an extremely huge palace.
Inside.
The ancient bronze palace is somewhat mottled and old. The faint lights are swaying in every corner of the palace. There is a clear and distant atmosphere in the space. Inside the palace, darkness and light bloom and disappear at the same time. Everything is quiet.
silent.
"What's the matter with Qingwu?"
A gentle voice suddenly sounded inside the palace.
An extremely soft golden light suddenly lit up in the deepest part of the palace.
Just like the rising sun, the golden light shines in the distance. The light and darkness in front of you completely lose all color in an instant, and that light instantly becomes the only one in the palace.
Feng Qingwu floated forward in silence for a while.
The further forward, the brighter and softer the golden light in front became. The light shone on the huge bronze pillars in the palace one after another, clearly illuminating the countless mottled marks on the huge bronze pillars.
Feng Qingwu came to the end of the palace.
A soft golden light source emanated from the end of the palace.
There is an old desk there.
There is a heavy book about the height of a person on the desk, which is being slowly turned over.
There is no figure behind the desk and books.
All the light is above the desk and books.
It was an ever-changing light source, sometimes turning into a magic weapon and a sharp sword, sometimes turning into misty clouds.
In essence, this small and changing point of light is a drop of blood.
There are no corpses, no shadows.
Just a drop of blood.
Feng Qingwu stared at the drop of blood in front of her, with calm eyes, she bent slightly and said softly: "I have met Your Majesty."
"What's the matter?"
In the golden light spots, the warm voice was clear and gentle.
"I want a picture of eternal life."
Feng Qingwu replied without any hesitation, her voice was firm and unquestionable.
His Majesty in the golden light was silent for a second.
Picture of Eternity.
One of the most important weapons in the Time Corridor, and one of the four most powerful artifacts in the entire neutral camp.
King Wei, Picture of the Eternal World, Tower of the Human Emperor, Xuanyuan Sword.
Among the four major artifacts, the Eternal Map ranks second. In countless reincarnations, this ranking has not changed at all.
If Feng Qingwu is the pinnacle representative on the road of deceit, then His Majesty is the true pinnacle in the field of calligrapher and warrior, and the Map of Ten Thousand Worlds is something that Your Majesty has studied for a lifetime, and it contains more than just
His personal calligraphy and painting also include the calligraphy and painting of every calligrapher in countless reincarnations in the corridor of time and space.
The Eternal Picture has been through the ages, and every painting has the power to open up the sky.
Likewise, the Eternal Map is now the only artifact in the time and space corridor that can accommodate this drop of His Majesty's blood.
Without the Eternal Map, the vitality of His Majesty's drop of blood will slowly dissipate, and his strength will become weaker and weaker, and he will eventually fall.
This is destined to be a long time.
But unfortunately, time is meaningless. Since there is the possibility of death, the fact of death may appear in the next second.
Maybe it's Feng Qingwu's ten thousand years, maybe it's His Majesty's one minute...
"Can."
A second later, His Majesty's voice sounded softly: "Which article do you want?"
"Creation."
Feng Qingwu seemed a little surprised, but she still answered the other party's question quickly.
On the desk, a few pages of an extremely heavy book were turned, and a very clear sound of tearing could be heard in the palace.
A thin page separated from the book and fell into Feng Qingwu's hand, as light as a flying feather.
But the thick book on the desk has become very clearly thinner by about one tenth.
Wisps of Qi flew out of the palace and spread toward the void. They were the activity of His Majesty's blood dissipating.
Feng Qingwu was silent for a moment and said softly: "Thank you."
The bronze palace echoed with His Majesty's laughter, free and easy.
"Why?"
Feng Qingwu couldn't help but ask.
"Um?"
Your Majesty seemed a little confused.
"Creation is also very important to you."
Feng Qingwu said: "If I guessed correctly, you rested in the Genesis Chapter most of the time. The activity of your blood spilled into the Genesis Chapter and then fed back to you. If there was no Genesis Chapter
, how long can you hold on? In fact, I am already mentally prepared for you to reject me based on the space-time corridor and the overall situation of the human race."
"The overall situation of the human race..."
His Majesty whispered to himself softly, and then laughed. His laughter was very soft at first, and then became louder and louder, but it was not the kind of hysterical laughter. This laughter was clear, calm, indifferent, and open-minded, and finally
It turned into a touch of fatigue: "Human race... Where is the overall situation?"
Feng Qingwu was suddenly startled and subconsciously asked: "What do you mean?"
"That's what it means literally."
His Majesty said calmly: "I gave you the Creation Chapter, naturally because you need it more than me. Tell me about the situation of that Highness?"
"Her situation is unique."
Feng Qingwu, who was a little uneasy, thought about His Majesty's previous words, and subconsciously said: "In several reincarnations, even if there are returnees, there are no returnees at this level like these two. Their existence cannot be copied.
The so-called experience we have summarized is just speculation based on other returnees and the process of your and my return. In fact, neither you, me, nor anyone else is worthy of being compared with them. We cannot speculate on their return process, and
According to what I have observed so far, His Majesty Tian Lan has now been vaguely exposed to some of Tian Jue's abilities, which means that if His Majesty returns, he can at least reach the seventh level of authority. This is just the most conservative estimate."
"Tian Jue..."
His Majesty pondered for a moment and sighed softly: "This time, does it start with martial arts?"
"Martial arts are never for the weak."
Feng Qingwu said calmly: "Over the years, the War King has lost some competitiveness, and you have never taken action. Countless people in the Time Corridor believe that the path of a warrior has lost its former glory, but is this really the case?"
"of course not."
His Majesty laughed softly: "This is the first path of the human race. It may have inherent flaws and shortcomings compared to Order and Shadow, but I always believe that this path represents true invincibility."
"Look at Lin Xuanyuan and Wang Fuxing."
Feng Qingwu said.
When His Majesty did not take action, the two men from the God of War Realm and the Imperial Palace represented the highest peak of martial arts in the neutral camp, the God of War.
Lin Xuanyuan stood at the pinnacle of martial arts and killed the Doomsday of the Order camp with his own hands. Today's God of War is the strongest edge in overcoming obstacles for the human race. The oldest road of martial arts is constantly bursting out with powerful power in the most chaotic and dangerous situation.
vitality.
So Feng Qingwu doesn't think there is any problem with Li Tianlan's return.
"Where is that His Highness?"
His Majesty asked slowly.
Feng Qingwu hesitated obviously and said softly: "I don't know very well, but so far, she seems to have shown some dream abilities, but they are very weak. It is precisely because of this ability that she came into contact with
The true imprint that His Majesty left in the deepest part of her consciousness in order to protect her. I think this should be caused by His Highness who is currently dormant, but we cannot detect her situation. We can only detect it from the current Qin Weibai.
Got something."
"This is exactly what I want to say. That His Highness was able to survive back then was due to the true imprint His Majesty left in the depths of her consciousness. In other words, His Majesty's true imprint was in Qin Weibai's consciousness.
In. But His Majesty has now shown an ability similar to Tian Jue. If His Majesty Qin Weibai can further awaken, causing her and His Majesty Li Tianlan's consciousness to synchronize, then His Majesty Tianlan may come into contact with his true imprint.
, speed up the pace of return. Under such circumstances, after His Majesty Tianlan returns, it may not be Tianjue, but..."
Feng Qingwu paused: "Killing God!"
His Majesty breathed out softly, seemingly relieved, with expectation and understanding: "So you want the Eternal Map."
"Yes."
Feng Qingwu said slowly: "But I didn't expect you to really give it."
The topic came around again.
His Majesty did not evade this time, but said softly: "It doesn't matter. There is nothing that the Time and Space Corridor cannot give them. The overall situation... without their Time and Space Corridor, the so-called overall situation is all an illusion."
The faint golden light suddenly began to become brighter.
His Majesty's voice became calm but resolute: "I'm still thinking, maybe I should go out for a walk, lest the God of War steals all the limelight."
"you..."
A little premonition in her heart became a reality, and Feng Qingwu's heart sank slightly.
"You are right."
His Majesty spoke calmly, and the golden light began to leave the desk and move forward slowly.
"Perhaps, this is the last time you and I will see each other."
His Majesty's voice was calm and powerful: "No miracle will happen. We are about to face failure again. Our doomsday...is coming."
"I am ashamed of Your Majesty and Your Highness."
His Majesty spoke softly: "As the Human Emperor of the Time and Space Corridor, in these long years, I have never truly completed my mission. All of us are ashamed of Your Majesty and His Highness."
"Humanity has never gained the right to survive."
His Majesty laughed to himself: "This has never happened before."
Neutral camp.
There is a god of war who asserts his dominance over the world.
There are emperors who are calm and unhurried.
There are four major artifacts that stabilize the overall situation.
Long years, countless reincarnations, destruction and rebirth in illusion and reality.
The dignified human race is like ants.
They have been fighting for survival, but they have never gained the right to survive.
All they gained was the power to struggle.
Try your best, do your best, do whatever it takes, and struggle with all your might without compromising.
Then they were destroyed and exterminated again and again.
Everything must come to an end.
"When I come back again, I'm still me, and it's not me either."
His Majesty looked at Feng Qingwu and said in a soft voice: "You are still you, and you are not you."
"If I come back again, maybe I won't be your sister."
"Whatever it is."
His Majesty laughed softly: "You should also arrange a way out for yourself."
"My escape route is in the City of Miracles."
Feng Qingwu said softly that she had already made a discovery and found a suitable candidate, so she did not face the fear of doomsday. Her smile was even a little happy: "I can be his daughter again. The only regret is that I have to change her."
Mother."
"That should be a good candidate."
His Majesty laughed. He looked into the distance, and his eyes seemed to fall on the person in the Human Palace who was also called the Human Emperor, on the God of War who was still slowly struggling in the void, and on King Bingjian.
It fell on the King of War and everyone in the human race.
Everything must come to an end.
The other party has already arrived.
So he will fall.
The Fengqing Dance Party fell.
The god of war will also fall.
Everyone's fate has already been determined and will surely come to an end.
"gone."
His Majesty said softly.
In the bronze palace, the golden light bloomed instantly, shining directly into the void in the distance.
Feng Qingwu gently raised her palm.
In the extremely distant void, a large hand filled with dark energy and dark matter took shape instantly.
The world is deceived by lies.
The changing hand of lies slowly moved downwards, and finally enveloped a star that was at its peak.
The next second, the big hand disappeared.
The star also disappeared.
The endless light and heat were instantly replaced by cold void.
A bright pearl burning with warm light appeared in Feng Qingwu's hand.
Pick the stars with your bare hands!
Feng Qingwu calmly held the pearl and slowly put it into the pages of the Creation book in her other hand.
The yellowed pages of the book instantly became warm and shone with a soft light.
The soft light wavered gently, and Feng Qingwu's figure disappeared.
Only the bronze palace was left, quiet, dead and void, as if it had existed forever, without any life.
Feng Qingwu opened her eyes again.
In sight, there is the snowstorm outside the hotel.
It was Qin Weibai who was quietly hugging his snow-white shoulders on the bed.