Yan Baibai saw a huge, irregular, broken lens pressing down from the sky. As the distance shortened, a thin layer of mist on the lens suddenly burned, the mist disappeared, and the edge of the lens was burnt, turned into powder and disappeared into the air.
After the mist dissipated, Yan Baibai saw that there were mountains, water and living creatures inside the lens. The living creatures that could move were constantly fleeing towards the center of the lens, while the living creatures around the lens were burned to ashes. The living creatures were crying and wailing, desperate and helpless.
Yan Baibai saw through the lens wave after wave of cultivators flying from the central territory to the outside world. They used their flying swords, their storage bags that could hold living beings, and the sect's spaceships to pick up wave after wave of mortals from the peripheral territories.
But it was just a drop in the bucket. They flew in the air and watched those creatures disappear before their eyes.
Yan Baibai saw fireballs constantly flying out from the lens, and these fireballs were not only heading towards his own world, but also towards the direction of the lens.
Through the lens, floods, droughts, and fires can be seen everywhere, and wailing is everywhere.
The lens is a world, a broken world, the world that suddenly appeared above the Demon Sea before.
Finally, Yan Baibai saw Lu Wuxiu. He was dressed in black and hovering above the lens. Above his head was a huge and complicated spiritual pattern containing enormous energy. It was a formation, a formation that required the creator to continuously supply energy.
Lu Wuxiu, with his own strength, slowed down the speed at which the Broken Mirror World was approaching this world.
The formation was complete, and Lu Wuxiu knelt down, his hands hanging limply at his sides. Blood was already flowing from the corners of his mouth, and his hair was messed up by the strong wind brought by the fireball. He looked up at the world above, his eyes bloodshot.
Combined with the last dream about modern parents, Yan Baibai finally figured out some of the doubts that he hadn't figured out before.
She came to Lu Wuxiu and squatted in front of him.
Lu Wuxiu had obviously consumed too much spiritual energy, and he was a little dazed. After seeing Yan Baibai, his originally dull eyes moved, and a little light appeared in his lifeless eyes.
"Master...sister..."
His voice was very small, and even his breathing was gentle, as if he was afraid that the person in front of him was just a bubble, a phantom of his own imagination, just like before, as long as he was not careful, she would disappear before him.
Yan Baibai quietly looked at the extremely weak person in front of him. At this moment, he was like a piece of glass that was about to break. As long as the wind blew gently, it would really break.
Lu Wuxiu tried hard to force a smile, but the brokenness in his eyes became even more severe, and the red light in his eyes became even more glaring.
"Senior Sister, my world is about to disappear."
Endless sadness suddenly burst out from Lu Wuxiu's eyes.
"No matter what I do, I can't save it."
He seemed to have mustered up his courage. He slowly approached Yan Baibai. Seeing that she had not disappeared, he gently bent down and leaned his head on her shoulder little by little.
"Senior Sister, I'm so tired..."
His breathing suddenly became long and deep, as if he had fallen asleep.
A quarter of an hour later, his long breathing suddenly stopped and he woke up.
He raised his head and looked at the person in front of him intently.
Yan Baibai was also looking at Lu Wuxiu who had woken up again. The moment she met his eyes, she knew that this person was not the Lu Wuxiu she knew before, but the Lu Wuxiu who had experienced many vicissitudes of life and went through countless difficulties before being reborn into her world.
"It's really you, you're still here!"
A look of surprise flashed in Lu Wuxiu's eyes. He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and suddenly grinned.
"How dare you show up here at this time!"
He grasped Yan Baibai's shoulders tightly with both hands, his eyes filled with disbelief, joy, love, destruction, and madness.
He held Yan Baibai in his arms, his tone dejected but gentle: "By now, you should be able to guess it, yes, the one above is my world, my original world!"
"It's constantly approaching Baibai's world, but it will be destroyed in the process. It's going to die, and I'm probably going to die too."
"But I know that your world will also perish."
"We are abandoned, and we will all disappear."
Lu Wuxiu's words were helpless and crazy. As he spoke, he looked at Yan Baibai's face again. Seeing that her face was covered with tear marks, he hurriedly wiped them away.
"I'm sorry, I scared you."
"Don't be afraid, I will always be with you, you will not be alone."
——
Lu Wuxiu, the prodigy of the Spirit Realm Continent's greatest sect and the young master of the sect, once experienced a breakthrough in his cultivation. He grasped a glimmer of divine wisdom and declared that the Spirit Realm Continent would be doomed. Upon his utterance, the various sects within the Spirit Realm Continent viewed this as the utterances of a demonic being. They expelled him, and then attacked him en masse, forcing him into the path of demonic influence.
Over the next five hundred years, natural disasters plagued the Spirit Realm, and spiritual energy steadily dwindled. No cultivators on the Spirit Realm were able to transcend the tribulation and ascend to heaven. The cultivators spread rumors that this was the work of the Demon Ancestor, Lu Wuxiu.
Afterwards, the Lingjing Continent fell into a hundred-year war between monks and demons.
Another hundred years passed, and the demons won a great victory, and the entire Lingjing Continent came under the rule of Lu Wuxiu.
However, if the Tao is not destroyed, the devil will rise. It is said: If the devil is strong, the Tao will be destroyed; if the Tao is strong, the devil will be destroyed.
Taoist and demonic monks took his words as encouragement and practiced hard. Although their spiritual energy was not as strong as before, their strength was comparable to that of the past.
A hundred years later, the borders of the Spirit Realm Continent were broken, and his words came true. The Daoists and Demons united to resist, but to no avail, and were defeated one by one.
After the system received all the information belonging to Lu Wuxiu, it was immediately transmitted to Yan Baibai's mind with surprise.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading!
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
