Zhuang Zhou and Zu Long sensed this scene at the same time, but their reactions were very different. Zu Long was expressionless and didn't care.
The dragon race itself is a natural species and is not entangled between reality and illusion.
Regardless of whether Hongjun exists or not, they will not be affected much.
It can even be said that it will be better for the Dragon Clan after Hongjun disappears, because there is no one above their heads, and the Wulong Clan can walk more freely between heaven and earth.
Zhuang Zhou was different. Zhuang Zhou's face inevitably showed a sad look.
In the process of Hongjun replacing the myths and legends of the past, it is inevitable that myths and legends will be intertwined. The descendants of various schools of thought themselves have a part of mythological color, and illusion and reality are intertwined in a certain sense.
Each of the founders of the hundreds of schools of thought has a mythical color, Laozi, Zhuangzi, Mencius, the founder of the military strategist Sun Bin, Lu Bu, the murderer Bai Qi, the eternal overlord Xiang Yu...
Illusion and reality intersect in some sense.
There are more illusory characters like Dugu Qiufei, the magician Pang Ban, the witch Wanwan, Xiao Li Feidao, the Lord of Baiyun City...
After Hongjun borrowed a fake name to seek truth, these illusory characters were given reality at the same time, manifested in the real world, and left relevant inheritance. But whether they are real or illusory, no one can be sure, the only one can
What is certain is that they have left a profound mark in the world. Each character has left an indelible mark on this world. They are all the most legendary figures in this world.
And most of the characters have communication with Zhuang Zhou and only have the same nature with Zhuang Zhou. Zhuang Zhou becomes the main god and of course gets rid of this entanglement of reality and illusion, but others do not. If no one exerts influence, this time
Ninety percent of the characters will be entangled between reality and illusion and then die completely. Only a handful of people are likely to survive.
Zhuang Zhou had already seen that figures like Lu Bu and Xiang Yu had illusory auras rising around them, which greatly affected their power. Since they had had real identities and origins in the real world, the impact was not that huge.
, and the bodies of characters like the demon clan Kong Xuan are disappearing, looking at the sky in disbelief, and vaguely understanding at the last moment of death.
"Is this the time I want to see?"
It was clear that Hongjun had disappeared from heaven and earth and his greatest enemy had been defeated, but Zhuang Zhou couldn't help but talk to himself, feeling a vague sense of emptiness in his heart.
Zu Long looked indifferent: "I don't know what you are struggling with? But those things are meaningless. What is real is real, and what is illusory is illusion. If it exists, then it is real, and if it does not exist, then it is illusion."
"Existence is reality?"
Zhuang Zhou murmured to himself, feeling a spiritual light shining in his heart, but he still couldn't grasp it.
"Isn't it?" Zu Long spoke firmly, looking at Hongjun who was gradually disappearing, and solemnly said: "Even if Hongjun is indeed a fabricated history, when he really appears in this world, and is real
After doing the corresponding things, the history it belongs to will be real, and even if we have defeated it, it will still not change."
"I see!"
Zhuang Zhou suddenly realized that Zhou Sheng's blue-green light spots were constantly fluctuating and gradually became fixed.
"Existence is reality. Since they already exist, why bother with reality and illusion?"
"Ridiculous!"
Zulong sneered, wondering what Zhuang Zhou was talking about, but Zhuang Zhou's voice became louder and louder, and the divine light flowing around him became stronger and stronger.
"Practitioners are meant to go against heaven, so why bother struggling with reality and illusion? Since you want them to stay, then just do it. Are you not capable enough? You can do this easily, so why bother?
No worries, no matter whether they are real or illusory, as long as I look at myself and I look happy..."
Although he didn't know what Zhuang Zhou was talking about, the owner of the character who was also an ancestor god clearly knew what Zhuang Zhou was struggling with.
Upon hearing these words, Zhuang Zhou's whole body felt tense, and the constantly vibrating divine power reached its peak, turning into a circle of invisible ripples, with him as the center, and gradually spread to the entire immortality world.
The invisible ripples were the first to rush through the devil's cave. The bodies of Lu Bu and Zhang Sanfeng, who were trembling constantly, trembled at the same time. The fierce conflict between reality and illusion did not stop their spirits from relaxing at the same time, and they escaped the killing.
The Wu-shaped ripples continued to move forward. When they passed by Kong Xuan, who had almost completely turned into a ball of scattered light spots, the broken light spots condensed again, and Kong Xuan's voice reappeared, but there was something in Kong Xuan's eyes.
Confused.
"Am I dead?"
Compared to the previous earth-shattering battles at the level of ancestor gods, this time the changes were so subtle that only the top figures could notice and sense them.
This invisible change changed the fate of many people, but no one knew it, but the Ancestral Dragon above the sky saw all this completely, looking at the fluttering butterflies around him that had gradually lost their spirituality.
He laughed at himself: "A saint will not die, a thief will not die, but you have fulfilled your promise very well."
The entire conflict between reality and illusion in the world of immortality was forcibly suppressed by Zhuang Zhou, or in other words, it was completely collapsed.
Existence makes sense, and all living beings don’t need to think about the mystery of Zhuang Gong’s Dream about Butterflies.
But no one knew that an existence that had just become the Ancestral God was quietly burning.
All divine power and all divine energy are maintaining this balance in the world of immortality. In a sense, Zhuang Zhou has died, and there is only one butterfly in the world.
On this day of change, Zhuang Zhou, who became the ancestral god and reversed the entire war, fell silently.
Zu Long quietly watched the fluttering butterfly go away. The existence that lost all spirituality and divinity and possessed the power of the ancestral god almost really turned into a fluttering butterfly.
It's just that this butterfly is a little special. The rules and imprints of the main god level left on her body prevent her from being attacked by most attacks in the world. She is also between illusion and reality, and no one can truly touch it.
Although it can be seen, it can only be seen in dreams.
He fell into a dream, and his dream was the whole world.
"does it worth?"
Zulong murmured to himself, seeming to be asking himself, and seemed to be asking that fluttering butterfly, but you are destined to not get the answer.
That butterfly just flapped its wings and blinked away.
Zulong no longer looked at them, but turned his attention to Dragon Island, looking at the Red Dragon King and Ji Ning in the Forbidden Sea.