Darkness is the only color in the universe. They are eternal and endless, running through heaven and earth, time and space, and there seems to be no end in sight. No one knows how darkness comes, and no one knows what it represents.
But he seems to be able to awaken the deepest fear in the hearts of all living beings. There is no light between the endless heaven and earth, and all places represent nothingness.
In the vast dark ocean, the energy tide turned into billions of raging waves. Only those ancient palaces radiated light. There were bright red lights between them, connecting each other and turning into roads one after another. , the legendary avenue is built here, flashing with thunder and storm, as if it will spread in the endless darkness at any time.
Besides these things, nothing else can be seen at all. Even if the weasel has now entered the realm of the immortal level, his eyesight has long been able to see through the endless distance, and he can even vaguely see the long river of time, but Still can't do it.
Looking ahead, nothing exists. Looking back, the road we came from has long been left behind, as dark as ink.
No matter how powerful your magical powers are, you can't see through all of this.
The ancient palace is connected to darkness and is sacred and bright, but what is at the end? No one knows, drowned in darkness.
At this moment, Weasel had a clear understanding in his mind, but he did not stop. Now all kinds of mysteries on the earth are emerging. He must To know what is going on.
As the first disciple of the First Emperor, it was impossible for him to stop here.
The avenue emerged, roaring, and rippled by thousands of lotus flowers. He stepped forward, and each step seemed to have passed thousands of years. His movements did not seem too fast. But the speed is terrifying, and a space of thousands of miles will disappear behind him in an instant.
In just half a step, he has gone through years that ordinary cultivators cannot reach in their lifetime. Around him, time is constantly turning around, and the years are constantly lengthening, as if everything is changing according to his will.
It seems to be moving towards the ancient times, and it also seems to be spreading towards the road after the years, rumbling and getting bigger, until it suppresses the world, and endless laws cover the entire world.
Ahead is the end of darkness and the confusion of the years. The weasel walked on this road for an unknown length of time. Finally, he had a premonition that he was about to reach the road ahead. He was about to arrive. The final years.
In the distant sky, time and space are constantly chaotic, and the years are constantly changing. It seems that everything does not belong to the human world, as if everything belongs to the heavens and the world.
Indistinctly he saw Pangu, who created the world here, and saw endless characters who only appeared in legends, standing thundering in the long river of time.
Black lightning shuttled through the darkness, and no one knew his true path. However, at the end, a dazzling road, with darkness, emerged in the distance.
The earth trembled, and all the broken palaces that had been around emerged. They appeared one after another, shining on both sides of the road until they reached the end.
At this last and most critical moment, a gray river actually appeared in front of it. It seemed to have changed from the ancient times to a continuous flow, with various pictures in the middle. A drop of water represents millions of years.
Standing at the end of the river, it feels like I have truly arrived at the center of the world, to the other side where he has never been.
The Weasel stood in the dark ocean again, and the chaotic energy tide tore through everything around it. The scroll of Nuwa Empress clattered with it, exuding the luster of a saint, resisting the surrounding power. of erosion.
He didn't pay attention to all this, and stepped forward again, staring ahead. A huge river of time and space became an obstacle, and it was not an ordinary river, lying quietly in front of him, but standing vertically between heaven and earth, like a wall. Generally, block all roads to the rear.
The weasel used all his strength to penetrate the river. Looking into the distance, he found that there seemed to be an endless territory behind it, vast and vast.
But it was pitch dark there, and there was no light that could shine in. Even he could only see a hazy and blurry person.
The laws here are abnormal, the fluctuations here are unfathomable, extraordinary, and the tranquility is terrifying.
It was too peaceful here. The weasel stood here and finally reached the end of the dark ocean, but found that there was no breath of life here, and he had never heard of lightning storms and various disasters, let alone anything.
"How could it be so."
The Weasel felt something unusual. Finally, he turned his head and vaguely felt something. He discovered some islands in a distant place behind him. His expression gradually became serious, and he discovered the original islands. The stars are spread out, and it seems to be vaguely forming some kind of formation.
There were some ancient stones all on the sea. After thinking carefully, he found that there really was life, and some of them still contained some soul fragments.
These are different from those encountered before. They are not simple projections, but vaguely leave a trace of their own souls.
Before the endless ancient years, they must have been the most powerful figures.
When the weasel walked here before, he too restrained his aura, so he did not alarm them. Now as the weasel glanced over, the whole world was roaring and rumbling.
After a while, all the creatures there felt it.
"How? Is it possible?"
"What is going on? What age is this person a master of?"
"Why does staring at him make people feel like they are scalping Numbing pressure? ”
On the island, a soul from the ancient era opened its eyes. He was also a ray of projection, but the immortal who projected him back then left a ray of life in his soul. He stared at the weasel in the distance, His face was full of shock.
“A strong man, but he doesn’t seem to be a human being.”
“But the breath of life and the skills he uses are given by the First Emperor.”
“ He is standing here and is not afraid of the energy storm. He came here by walking on the roads built by those old palaces."
The islands and broken rocks in the distance have some of the most ancient powerful forces! Or, their origins are so terrifying that they have been sitting here for countless millions of years. After feeling the weasel's gaze, they all suddenly opened their eyes and were awakened. The light around them seemed to be like stars, illuminating Darkness.
They stared into the distance in shock, but after a moment, they turned their heads because they noticed a frightening feeling. That animal was too powerful. Although it was not very powerful, it gave them a vague feeling. A sense of fatal oppression that is shocking and unparalleled.
"Wait a minute, take a closer look. Is that the picture of the legendary Nuwa Empress above his head?" Finally, a strong human being recognized this scene and shouted in surprise.
"It seems to be true. How come it is in his hand? It is the emperor's treasure."
One after another, projections from the ancient times spoke here in surprise. asked, but the weasel didn't pay them too much attention.
This area is so mysterious that the weasel always feels uneasy.
God knows what will happen if he answers them here. He turned his head and continued to move forward, without communicating with the lives on the islands and rocks. He turned around and was about to step into the river of time. middle.
"Wait a minute, don't move forward, don't be so reckless!"
From behind, shouts came one after another. They were extremely frightened and extremely anxious. Obviously, they did not expect the weasel. So reckless.
They were all terrified and quickly retreated to the rear without hesitation. Some even fell down and shivered behind the island and rocks where they sat, as if they were trying to avoid something in the shadows.
There was a loud roar, but the weasel had no intention of listening to their words. He stepped in, and in the next moment, the sky and the earth opened, ghosts cried and gods howled, and a raging energy storm swept in all directions, accompanied by the breath of time and space, like a Plunging the world into doom, the Black Temple seemed to turn into a storm, biting crazily and shattering the surrounding world.
It is not so much a hurricane as order is a rule and the embodiment of the great road.
Over the endless years, the Dao of Heaven has condensed its almost true form here, and various runes and laws are combined together, and then roar across the heaven and earth, wreaking havoc in all directions for years.
Standing in that storm, Weasel was convinced that ordinary strong men simply could not withstand such a storm.
Because the source of these storms ends in the long river of time and space, the endless continent behind the river. In that continent, there is a forbidden power that is shaking.
The fluctuations he emitted were frightening and oppressive. Even with Empress Nuwa's scroll as a defense, he was solemn, his scalp was numb, and he had to be prepared.
There was a loud cracking sound, and at the end of the storm of years, there was a sound of shattering. The weasel suddenly raised his head and found that it was the immortal's weapon.
He was floating here, being blown out of the endless time and space, hitting the defense formed around the scroll of Nuwa Empress, exploding, and completely destroyed.
Seeing this scene, the weasel felt incredible. It was unimaginable to draw weapons from the years to attack.
You can imagine what terrible things happened during those thousands of years.
In addition, in addition to the weapons learned from the time and space, Weasel also discovered many real weapons floating here.
They were all left over from a battle thousands of years ago. As the storm of time and space swept across, they were swept into the sky and pierced towards his body.
There are too many things happening here. It is obvious that although this area is dark, there were once a group of the most powerful creatures fighting here and attacking each other. No one knows what their results will be like. , but it is obviously not good. Even these weapons have sunk into the ocean of the dark world, been corroded, and been swallowed up. If it were not swept by the storm, some rolled weapons would occasionally be rolled up into the sky. Otherwise, no one would know that a war had ever occurred here.
The Weasel frowned. It was too powerful. These storms were indeed terrifying. Each one carried the aura of the big island and could destroy all things. However, he was protected by the scroll of Nuwa Empress, so he was not there yet. No storm or rain could harm him, and the surface of his body shone with a crystal luster.
The immortal unicorn flame burned and boiled, blocking the aftermath of the storm.
Even if these storms are the aftermath, it stands to reason that they are enough to cut off the endless waves. The weasel's extraordinary body can now resist it.
He kept moving forward here, and kept taking steps. The soul projections hiding behind were a little worse. They were all miserable and embarrassed, squatting in a dark corner and shivering.
If this area were not special, the rocks and islands under their feet could not be destroyed and were natural. Under such an attack, most of them would have died completely long ago. The raging storm turned again. Come on, rub their scalps and fly over.
But even so, there are still some strong people with pale skin and numb scalp.
That was the storm of the avenue, with the aura of darkness, the cycle of time, and the dense aura of death, with all kinds of symbols rushing towards me as if they were free of money.
Some of them have even eroded the traces of history, which is an absolute fatal threat to them. Once they are contaminated, even the traces of the past will disappear.
The Weasel strode forward. He was convinced that this was no longer a simple immortal-level storm, but an attack from the law and from the true way of heaven.
If there is no scroll of Nuwa Empress here to bless him, no matter how high his cultivation level is, he will turn into dust when he reaches this place.
With a loud bang, the weasel finally took action. These storms blocked his way forward. The strong wind pressure prevented him from moving forward, and he had to tear apart the violent storms.
It kept stepping forward, and kept moving forward. There were many tall islands around it, and the rocks were low in front of it. He opened a path and headed forward.
All this did not bring too heavy a burden to him. He stood quietly on the sea, continued to move forward, continued to take action, and thought silently. He had a premonition that when he truly reached this dark ocean, he would , after the end of the river, perhaps a real war will begin.
Seeing the weasel advancing in the darkness, the strong men were all shocked, and a group of old antiques widened their eyes in surprise.
“He can still move forward, but he is just an immortal. How can he have such power?”
“Those paintings of Nuwa are indeed rare treasures throughout the ages, but just by virtue of How is it possible for him to exert such strength in his current state?"
One after another, they were all surprised. They had gone through countless hardships and endured long years of suffering. I just reluctantly arrived here and got a chance to survive. Why? Just want to cross the river of time and space and achieve yourself.
But now it is just a fairy-level existence, the magic weapon covering the Nuwa Empress can actually continue to move forward in this dark ocean, how can they not be shocked! (End of this chapter)