Among these magnificent and majestic palaces.

An old man kept tearing up the scriptures in front of him, which turned into streaks of light that dissipated into the void and floated in the night.

While tearing it, the old man kept muttering something.

Whenever those scriptures were opened, a faint sound would be heard, as if some powerful person was reciting the scriptures. Although Chu Mo could not distinguish them, he could vaguely feel a sense of grandeur and antiquity from the sound of the scriptures being recited.

This shows.

What is recorded in these scriptures must be the most powerful martial arts. Even in Chu Mo's imagination, even the creation-level martial arts cannot compare with them.

Such a scene.

If others saw this, they would be shocked.

Chu Mo was the same, and a wave of shock rose in his heart.

It's not just because of scenes like this.

It was also because of the two words that appeared on the scroll that the old man tore open.

"Conferred Gods..."

"Could this be..."

Chu Mo's face changed, and a vague guess arose in his mind.

But he was not at all sure, and just stared at the old man with an incredible look in his eyes.

He saw it.

All those scriptures were torn apart and completely turned into light spots and dissipated. Among the countless volumes of scriptures, each one was extremely powerful and contained unspeakable Tao rhyme and laws.

No one has any doubt about it.

These scriptures must be extremely powerful, and what is recorded in them are definitely the most top-notch inheritances!

But now.

But all dissipated.

"Who is this old man?"

“Why did he tear up all these scriptures?”

"It's wrong. What's wrong?"

"And... could that scroll representing the words 'conferring gods' really be the legendary treasure?"

Doubts flashed through Chu Mo's mind one after another.

There was a surge of shock in his heart, and more and more huge waves were surging.

Such a scene kept shocking his mind, causing Chu Mo to stand there completely stunned, unable to recover for a long time.

"The myth ends!"

“Everything went astray!”

"All those attempts were wrong... How can I break free from this shackle?"

Came the old man's voice.

The sound contained an infinite sense of ending, as if it represented that the great world would come to an end completely.

"The myth ends..."

"Where has everything gone astray?"

What exactly do these mean?

Chu Mo was puzzled. He tried hard to remember every word the old man said, and tried even harder to distinguish the sound of those reciting scriptures, and at the same time wanted to see the handwriting of those scriptures clearly.

But no matter what he did.

It's hard to see clearly.

Although the handwriting on the scriptures did not look unfamiliar and was similar to oracle bone inscriptions, for some reason, he always felt unable to remember them after seeing them.

"This world is coming to an end!"

"We are waiting to find a new path!"

"For this, even if I have to give up everything, I will do it!"

"The myth may come to an end, but it will never end... The Immortals will return again!"

finally.

The old man tore all the scriptures into pieces, looking at the light spots in the sky, muttering to himself.

Then.

The scene suddenly changed, from the old man's body to mid-air.

Suddenly, countless figures were seen floating.

They wore wide robes with big sleeves, and each of them had a vast aura that even the God Kings could not compare to. The weakest of them were comparable to God Lords.

But at this moment.

These people all had heavy and sad expressions on their faces, as if they had suffered a great setback.

Among these people.

Chu Mo saw an old man with a long beard, wearing green clothes, riding a green bull upside down.

I saw a majestic man with a sharp sword on his back, and an aura of extreme murderousness around him.

There was a middle-aged man with a refined demeanor, but he seemed to be carrying an abyss on his back. He was holding a scroll and standing with his hands behind his back.

There is also the young man with three heads and six arms, a red dot between his eyebrows, riding on two wheels of wind and fire, and holding a spear.

There was a handsome young man with a slender physique, a tall figure, and an eye between his eyebrows.

More...

Among them were countless unfamiliar but extremely familiar figures to Chu Mo.

"Let's go!"

"This place is no longer suitable for us!"

"We will go to a new land and continue the legend at the end!"

"When we return, it will be the day when the immortals will make a comeback!"

The old man spoke.

Each figure turned around silently, and a blazing aura burst out from their bodies, piercing into the void and disappearing in an instant.

Wait until everyone has left.

The old man took another look at the huge building complex.

It is worth mentioning.

I don’t know if it was Chu Mo’s illusion, but the old man’s eyes accidentally swept across the stone tablet, paused for a moment, and then turned and left.

The next moment.

The world collapsed and everything returned to darkness.

…

All the images disappeared, and Chu Mo also saw everything from the long river of time.

But it took a long time.

Chu Mo hadn't come back to his senses yet.

He still stood there, his thoughts surging in his mind like waves.

With Chu Mo's current state of mind, he has already seen countless storms. Even if Mount Tai collapses in front of him or the universe collapses, it will not make him lose his composure like this.

But now.

He couldn't calm down for a long time.

It’s no wonder Chu Mo’s mood was unbalanced.

What I saw today was truly too shocking!

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