The entire plain rises and falls like waves, making the cultivation of the four realms above untenable and being constantly thrown up and down.
There was a look of fear on their faces. Even the strongest warriors in their hearts could only feel fear at this moment.
Many powerful monks tried to fly into the air, but their attempts all failed. It seemed that a power that prohibited the air appeared, tightly confining their bodies.
Suddenly, the crack turned into a huge and terrifying mouth, and boundless suction force erupted from it. Along with the ups and downs of the ground, the monks struggled and rolled into the crack uncontrollably along with the corpses on the ground.
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At this moment, the earth seemed to be alive. The ground was crawling like skin, and the cracks opened its huge mouth ferociously, swallowing everything in sight unscrupulously.
Poor monks from the four realms, whether dead or alive, were unable to resist this sudden suction. Their faces all showed a look of extreme fear, so that many of them fell into the crack before they fell into it.
He has fallen into madness in this life-and-death panic.
However, I have never seen the Demon Emperor and the three powerful men from the three sects who are not weaker than her in this doomsday picture.
I think this incident happened just when they were going to war and temporarily left this battlefield!
The dust is lingering, the people are shouting, the warriors are fighting, and the dream of cultivating immortality is over!
This battlefield suddenly turned into an abandoned place. Except for the monks from the four realms who were fighting fiercely and died helplessly, no strong man was seen coming, and no big shot was seen returning.
When everything is over, there will no longer be any trace of life on the earth except for the terrifying winding crack.
Even the devastation left by the monks during their martial arts battles has been completely wiped out, and no clues can be found.
After all, human power is insignificant. Even if we are successful in spiritual practice and have great supernatural powers, we will still be weak and helpless in the face of the roar of nature.
I don't know what kind of force was behind the earth riot that once occurred in this secret realm, but it is undoubtedly the most powerful and cannot be resisted except by strong men like the Demon King.
It's a pity that the monks from the four realms who were fighting here for their own interests were buried in the cracks and no one cares about them anymore. It seems that they have been completely forgotten by the whole world.
At this point, the picture that emerged in my mind slowly became fixed, and my perspective continued to be fixed on the cracks in the earth, until the sea changed.
Endless years later, the crack in the earth has never healed and has turned into a canyon in front of us, but none of the devoured lives has ever returned from it.
The picture moves too fast, and what is shown behind is just a lonely crack. It really takes a thousand years to see.
During this period, I didn't notice that there were any outside beings coming, or that the characters who arranged for the return of Dewey, Zhulong, etc. in a big way were too strong, so I had no time to record the sudden scene that appeared in my mind.
By the time the picture settled on the canyon in front of me, my thoughts had returned, but my heart was ups and downs and it was difficult to calm down.
Even though I have seen too many subversive historical memories during this trip to the secret realm, none of them were as shocking as the scene where the earth swallowed the cultivator of the four realms just now.
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At this time, I accidentally touched an insignificant piece of gravel under my feet. It immediately rolled and fell deep into the cliff below the canyon, hitting the cliffs along the way from time to time, making a crisp sound.
I watched all this happen in a daze, without taking any action. My eyes just followed the beating of gravel, and my brain had stopped thinking.
After a while, the gravel finally fell to the bottom of the valley and hit the layers of bodies below...
Suddenly, another shocking scene happened!
The piece of gravel is like extremely hot charcoal fire, and the continuous body is like old snow that has been accumulated for many years. As the charcoal fire falls, the snow begins to melt.
As far as the eye could see, centered on the point where the gravel fell, a circle of corpses suddenly turned into dust and dissipated in the air.
This scene of gratuitous dust became more and more intense, spreading throughout the canyon in the blink of an eye, covering all the corpses.
When I calmed down, all the corpses and the various magical weapons and treasures they carried were gone, as if they had never existed.
At this point, the war that once took place here came to an end, and after a brief moment of shock, I understood what was happening below!
In fact, it's very simple. It's all because a long time has passed since the Demon King's invasion, and the corpses and relics below have long since decayed.
No matter how strong they were in life, they could not withstand the baptism of time, not to mention the force behind the sudden riot on the earth that was watching in the dark!
The reason why these decays that should have dissipated can maintain the scene that I saw when I first saw it for a long time is because this place has not been disturbed since ancient times, so their structure has always remained stable.
The layer of fog that was previously controlled by Zhulong and helped him open the door to the ghost world seemed to have some kind of isolating power. In the end, the superposition of multiple forces created this rare sight.
However, this picture is just a layer of window paper. If there is no external force to stimulate it, it may still be preserved for a long time.
But once there is an external force, even a piece of gravel that falls inadvertently will be devastating to this picture as thin as window paper after losing the protection of the original fog.
Looking at the canyon below that suddenly became empty, I felt a deep sense of loss in my heart. I couldn't help but think of the song "Linjiang Immortal" by the Ming Dynasty talent Yang Shen in the real world.
The rolling Yangtze River flows eastward, and the waves wash away all the heroes. Right and wrong, success and failure are all gone, but the green mountains are still there, and the sunsets are red several times.
The white-haired fisherman and woodcutter on the riverbank is used to watching the autumn moon and the spring breeze. We happily meet each other over a jug of wine, and many things in ancient and modern times are discussed with laughter.
Yes, no matter how heroic you are and your appearance is astonishing, it is still just a dream in the world. It can only leave a vague shadow in the briefest moment in history.
Eventually, as the long river of history continues to flow, even this moment will disappear, as if it never existed.
I would like to ask the cultivators of the Four Realms below who died in vain, how many of them were not famous and strong men when they were alive? In their respective worlds, they must also be powerful and influential figures.
However, they died here inexplicably!
So many years later, as those who once knew them have disappeared, the traces of their existence have been completely erased, as if they had never existed in this world at all!