This kind of interweaving of time, this alternative reunion, traveling through time and space in the fire, wandering in the mythological world of the past, communicating silently, and realizing silently, is of great benefit to Wang Xuan's practice.

Once, twice...

Ten times, twenty times...

He watched the scenes of joy and sorrow, and the lives of other people in the past world. He worried for them, sighed for them, and silently saw them off.

Those were all creatures of unparalleled grace and earth-shaking beauty, but unfortunately, they fell into the past.

In front of the vast universe, when the extraordinary is exhausted, no matter how strong a person is, he is just a streak of light that illuminates a starry sky, which is fleeting.

It is too humble to be in the endlessly dark universe. Those people with extraordinary talents will eventually be brought down to earth, without exception. They will die of old age, leaving behind endless regrets.

Wang Xuan was silent and quiet. The flickering firelight illuminated his face and vaguely showed his bleak future. He experienced the "wasted law" that was abandoned and considered useless in the course of time.

"It's useless. It misleads students and wastes time. Just don't use it. Burn it all!" The old voice echoed. In the rough and aged big hands, the last pile of scriptures was thrown into the flames. Two palms also fell into the fire and burned together.

That was a manifestation of extreme disappointment. He didn't want to talk anymore, didn't want to struggle anymore, and simply burned everything to ashes, letting Chaofan sink completely into ashes.

“Woo woo…”

Wang Xuan heard crying. Someone was sitting cross-legged on the scriptures that fell into the fire and crying loudly. He was an unparalleled strong man whom he had seen in the previous time. He could break the sky and pierce the curtain with one hand, but now he was so out of control.

Why?

He stayed behind with the last few people and personally burned all the books of this extraordinary civilization!

After all, there is too much reluctance. This is the fruit of their life's work, but they have to destroy it like this, burn it and bury it with their own hands.

A white-haired man was also crying and laughing. After coughing up blood, he lowered his head and looked at the papers on the ground stained with his real blood. He let out a low roar, and exploded, engulfed by flames.

"It's almost burned out. We can't hold on any longer. Even if there are new comers, they are just another similar meteor that appears by chance. Goodbye." Another person disappeared.

"Don't forget, we still have our hard work to spare. We have used all the scriptures as fuel and a mythical civilization as flame to build a treasure boat. We wonder if we can cross it and get closer to the truth..."

Under the fire, a solitary boat emerged and leaped up in the flames. It was a treasure nourished by countless scriptures and forged with the accumulation of a mythical civilization.

Inside, there is the true blood of various races, carrying their hopes, breaking through the fire, cutting through time and space, and going away.

"Go ahead. If you succeed, don't look back. If you see it again, it means you have failed and are falling. I wonder if our last efforts will be in vain and let down the peaceful years."

It was a kind of sustenance, carrying their hopes, the precious flying boat disappeared at the end of the boundless darkness of the universe.

Wang Xuan was shocked. That was the Xiaoyao Boat? It actually had such a history!

"I advise those who come after you not to waste your precious time. It is meaningless to struggle in the void. Just live your life peacefully in the real world."

This is desolation, and also the helplessness in despair. The most powerful person in mythology advises people to stay away from the illusory transcendence and never set foot in such a field again.

The fire was dim and was about to go out. Only an old man was left in front of the embers. Both of his hands were burned. Finally, he turned around and looked at Wang Xuan and the little white tiger who were approaching.

"Scary, die." His eyes flashed with the last bit of spirit, and then he disintegrated, his body and soul were annihilated, but the light in his eyes flew over, trying to strangle Wang Xuan and the round-faced girl.

This time, Wang Xuan felt something was wrong. He seemed to be in danger across time and space, and felt that he would be killed.

The old man's eyes were like the last flicker of the fire of mythical civilization. It was terrifying.

He waved the God-Slaying Flag without hesitation and fled at high speed with the little white tiger.

boom!

The flag was actually charred and a corner of it was on fire. This situation shocked Wang Xuan. It had never happened before. The flag was actually burning?

Even in front of the meteorite crater close to the real place, the flag was hit by the gushing red light, and only scorch marks appeared. Here, people who were separated by countless eras and not in the same time and space actually damaged the God-Slaying Flag.

After being blocked by the God-Slaying Flag, Wang Xuan and the round-faced girl retreated rapidly, but still exploded above the embers on the avenue, turning into a rain of light.

This time, Wang Xuan felt like he had been waiting for a very long time. He was trapped in darkness and could not concentrate all his consciousness. He almost thought he was going to die.

Finally, his scattered consciousness gradually became clear, and his spirit body condensed in the remaining firelight and reappeared.

The round-faced girl also changed from blurry to clear, and there was light rain forming her soul body. She immediately let out a howl, she was really scared.

"It's not like the Demon Lord and I haven't experienced this kind of fire before, but why is this time different? Who is this old man? He's so scary, he almost killed me!"

She ran back to her body with a whoosh. She was so frightened that she felt like she had really died and was killed by a look in the chaotic time and space.

Wang Xuan’s spirit body stood in front of the fire, in a trance for a long time. If there was no God-Slaying Flag, he felt that he and the little white tiger would really be wiped out!

This is a bit scary. They are clearly not in the same dimension, and time and space are intertwined. How can the last person left behind be so strong?

He hurried to look at the God-Slaying Flag. The burning corner had gone out and part of it was damaged, but the golden lines were intertwined and it was slowly recovering.

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