Chapter 995 The Name of the Fallen Immortal
"The Fallen Immortal Realm..."
Jiang Ding was shocked.
Just by reading this name, a heavy and sad feeling emerged in his heart. His eyes were red and swollen, and his eyes were filled with tears, which he couldn't control at all.
He was instantly forcibly infected by these two words, which were separated by who knows how many thousands of years, and could not resist.
It's as if any living being must grieve.
All must be solemn and solemn.
This is not based on the monk's personal will.
It is a creature that is far beyond Lianxu, far beyond Lianxu. It once had a will left in the world, and the world changed for him and existed because of him.
The traces left by this supreme will still profoundly affect the operation of heaven and earth after countless thousands of years.
"What kind of existence is this..."
Jiang Ding did not dare to resist this will.
He immersed himself in it, allowing himself to become sad and focused, not daring to have any distractions or divergent thoughts, and his sea of consciousness was extremely ethereal.
After a few days, this forced and sudden sadness slowly disappeared.
"What kind of existence is the upper world?"
Jiang Ding took a deep breath and didn't dare to call that name directly again.
He had a premonition that if he took the initiative to contact him again, he would still fall into such deep sadness. The rules of heaven and earth were the same.
If you have too much contact, you will be trapped in sorrow forever until you die.
This is not because the Supreme Will has any ill intentions towards the ants, but because its strong emotions are exposed, the terrible impact it causes has not diminished despite the passage of countless time.
"This world is not an ordinary small world. It is not simple. It may even be... even scarier than the Immortal Sect Realm."
Jiang Ding was shocked in his heart and whispered: "I still have to be more careful. Facing such a powerful person, only time and space can hide him."
"Other concealment spells, cunning schemes, and manipulation of the situation are all stupid and ridiculous."
"Only time and space will not deceive me."
After sorting out his thoughts, Jiang Ding continued to read through the new knowledge he had gained from the Royal Palace, especially about this small world.
"...the boundary wall is broken, the sect is broken, and the inheritance of the ancestors is cut off...the two supreme beings, they broke the boundary wall of the small thousand world, they will definitely bring bad luck, and they will definitely not die well..."
At this time, a broken stone slab from the god-transforming monk of the Nine Heavens God Lei Sect caught Jiang Ding's attention.
This god-transformation monk was named Shen Lei, and he held strong resentment because he died and was affected by the aftermath of the attack by the two supreme beings, dying together with countless monks from the sect.
Before he died, he wrote his curse under a stone slab with his own bones and blood.
Do the two fighting supreme beings know about this?
You should know.
But just like human children destroying ant nests with boiling water, they will not pay any attention to it, nor will they deliberately find the strongest ant and crush it to death to destroy the subtle chirping of that ant.
Therefore, this stone slab was preserved, went through many twists and turns, and was finally collected by Shuoyang Tianjun.
"Recruiting the unknown?"
"What's unknown?"
Jiang Ding was confused and confused as he looked through the information.
Regarding this unknown situation, Shuoyang Tianjun also spent a lot of time searching ancient books and digging up various ancient inheritances. Finally, he vaguely guessed that it was related to the personality of Xiaoqian World.
The status of the Small Thousand World is extremely high. Even if the existence above Lianxu is powerful, it is still inferior to the Small Thousand World that has existed since ancient times.
Xiaoqianshijie usually behaves very harmlessly.
Golden elixir monks can cut off rivers, Nascent Soul monks can move mountains, and god-transforming monks can cause a major blow to the surface ecology. Anyone can break ground on Tai Sui's head. But this does not mean that the small world is fragile.
To Xiaoqian World, the so-called moving of mountains and seas by the cultivators of the Golden Core Nascent Soul Transformation is nothing more than a change of skin on the body, not even a slight injury.
From this point of view, there is no difference between the impact of a god-incarnation monk and the weakest mortal on the world.
Existences above the realm of refining the void can really cause harm to Xiaoqian World.
Maybe it wasn't a serious injury, it was just a broken boundary wall, and it took tens of thousands of years to recover. For an ancient small world, it was just a minor injury in the blink of an eye.
However, Xiaoqianshijie was indeed injured.
This aroused the malice of the Pantian Dao consciousness in Xiaoqian World.
This kind of malice is extremely terrifying even for beings above Lianxu, and there is a risk of falling at every turn.
This is Shuoyang Tianjun's guess.
There was not much information, just sporadic records. He boldly assumed this result and believed that it should be extremely close to the truth.
Because, if the supreme power can destroy the Small Thousand Worlds at will, then after such an almost endless time, there should not be many Small Thousand Worlds now.
In addition, no one has come to recover the magic fragments yet, which seems to support this view.
"It does seem to make sense..."
Jiang Ding also recognized Shuoyang Tianjun's judgment.
But again, it must be noted that this is just a somewhat possible speculation. Shuoyang Tianjun has no way out. As long as there is a glimmer of hope, he will rush forward, ignoring huge risks.
This is not the place to follow.
These are what Jiang Ding gained after reading all the books in Wangtingfudi.
"Ancient history, especially the history before the era of the Six Path Patriarchs, is very valuable and should be collected as much as possible."
Jiang Ding said silently.
He issued an order to collect things in this regard, from the relics left over from the Nine Heavens Secret Realm of the Seven Feather Sect of the Yue Kingdom and from all over the Xiaoqian World.
Today, as the leader of Beihara Tushan Atrium, he no longer needs to do many things himself.
After doing this, Jiang Ding left.
He hid his figure and did not return to the Six Paths Sect. He disappeared without knowing when and where.
……
In the Dark Lord's Palace.
"From now on, I am alone again..."
On the throne of six paths, a young man in green opened his eyes and smiled to himself.
He looked towards the blue abyss pool not far away.
The spiritual light of Yuanci flashed within it, and the energy of Yuanci was as heavy as a mountain. In the light of Yuanci like water waves, a divine light like a swimming dragon was vaguely visible, revealing a vague shape, and the aura was on the verge of the fifth level.
This divine light meanders around like a real living creature, constantly hitting the Six Realms Liyang Formation that restrains it, causing the nearby mountain peaks to shake.
This is the divine object of heaven and earth of Yin-Yang Yuan Magnetic Jueling Mountain, the divine light of Yin-Yang Magnetic pole!
It has been more than ten years since the formation was set up, and it has begun to take shape. It already has some aura that is forbidden to the heavens and the five elements. It is an excellent sword refining material, which can completely "lighten" the flying sword.
"It will probably take another fifty-eight years to be born. If you pursue perfection, you can do it in one hundred and fifty-eight years."
"You can pick it up yourself when the time comes, I can't do it."
The young man in green on the throne of six paths murmured to himself, closed his eyes and practiced, and said no more words.
(End of chapter)