"Burn it! Burn it!"
"Before the torrent of history, even the gods and immortals will be reduced to dust!"
“No matter how brilliant one is, if one takes the wrong path, there is no way back!”
The old man's voice came faintly, spanning time and space, and fell into Chu Mo's ears.
As the words fell.
The Nine Revolutions Yuan Gong dissipated at this point, and the Three-Eyed Divine General also perished. Blood rained down from heaven and earth, and the Great Dao resonated with it, as if weeping for it.
boom!
Another figure emerged.
He has the appearance of a man and a woman, steps on wind and fire, has three heads and six arms, sits on a lotus Dharma body, is wrapped in red silk, and holds a tasseled spear in his hand. With his sharp edge exposed, he stabs towards the distant void with an indomitable attitude.
Boundless divine light burst out, and a huge amount of blood rain gushed out. The lotus platform withered and disappeared in the sky. Only a spirit pearl flew out, but it had lost its luster and was extremely dim.
Crack!
As this scene emerged, the scripture in the old man's hand was burned to ashes.
This time, even if Chu Mo tried his best to look, he could only vaguely see the words "Lotus Body".
Two extremely terrifying beings fell one after another.
Chu Mo was watching from the side and couldn't help but feel shocked.
Whether it was the three-eyed general or the gun-wielding figure protected by the lotus platform, Chu Mo was extremely clear about it.
If his guess was correct, the three-eyed god must be Erlang Xiansheng Zhenjun, also known as Qingyuan Miaodao Zhenjun.
As for the young man with a gun, he is the legendary Nezha, who has three heads and six arms and a lotus body.
"Erlang Shen, Nezha the Third Prince..."
"These are all mythical beings, yet they all perished in the great catastrophe. Even the methods they practiced were completely eradicated from heaven and earth!"
Chu Mo's heart was shaking so much that he could hardly control it.
And just at this moment.
In that picture, there were still tall and majestic figures coming one after another, and then falling one after another.
There was also a tall figure with a green face and barred teeth, like an evil ghost. He was several feet tall, with two wings of wind and thunder on his back, and a golden stick in his hand. He was very imposing, and wherever he passed, countless wind and thunder combined, with extraordinary power.
"Lei Zhenzi!"
Chu Mo recognized this person's identity at a glance.
However.
The mythical Lei Zhenzi's body exploded in just an instant, turning into a bloody mist and dissipating.
Even the golden stick that protected his body was broken into pieces.
…
One figure after another fell.
There was the powerful god holding the thunder hammer, the true immortal holding the pagoda, and the old man holding the immortal sword... all of them fell.
"Nine Heavens Ying Yuan Thunder Voice Universal Transformation Heavenly Lord!"
"Tower-Bearing Heavenly King!"
"Yun Zhongzi!"
"Guangchengzi!"
"Master Taiyi!"
"Golden Spirit Holy Mother!"
"Empress Bixiao!"
Countless famous and top-notch beings in mythology fell one after another in front of Chu Mo.
Every time a true immortal god dies.
The books and jade slips in front of the old man were all engulfed by the flames.
Gradually, the number of books in front of the old man became fewer and fewer. Although the aura of these books became more and more terrifying as time went by, they still could not stop being devoured by the flames.
The number of fallen gods and immortals is also increasing.
finally.
Chu Mo saw several figures.
Their bodies were extremely tall and majestic, and each of them exuded an aura that could make the heavens tremble. Countless stars, suns, and moons surrounded them, forming a floating sea of boundaries.
With just one thought, they can cause countless worlds to be born and destroyed, and with just one breath, they can make the Great Dao respond in unison.
Time and space are like playthings in front of it.
One of them was sitting cross-legged, and he was a Buddha with a compassionate look on his face. The prayer flags behind him were vibrating, and in the midst of the vibrations, a Buddhist kingdom appeared. Waves of Sanskrit sounds were heard, and an infinite sense of compassion swept over.
There is another person, who is in a flower-picking posture, holding a branch with seven magical flowers blooming, with a crying look on his face, which seems to be both smiling and sad.
There was also that middle-aged figure, carrying four magic swords on his back, each hanging upside down in a corner of the world, shrouded in an infinite murderous aura, and the power was enough to shatter time and space.
However……
These people have all followed in his footsteps.
I don’t know how much time passed.
The books and jade slips in front of the old man had been burned to ashes without him noticing.
At this moment, the old man sighed softly, "Time passes, eras change, and even if we become extremely powerful, we are just like fish that have jumped out of the long river of time. Even if we are lucky enough to jump out, we will eventually return to the long river."
"The immortal path is declining, and the myth is coming to an end!"
"Our fate is destined to be swept into the dust."
After a sigh.
The old man looked up and stared at Chu Mo. He seemed to want to say something, but when he opened his mouth, no sound came out. In the end, it just turned into a sigh.
then.
He raised his foot and walked into the flames.
As the flames rolled, they turned into crystal-clear light spots and dissipated.
Only one voice came faintly——
"It turns out... we were wrong from the very beginning!"
The sound is so faint that it can no longer be heard.
…
At some point, the scene in front of him gradually dimmed, and Chu Mo also returned to reality from that time flashback.
But he still hadn't recovered from the shock.
This time.
The scenes he saw when he went back in time through the Taihuang scroll were so horrifying that they caused a storm in his heart.
He didn't expect it.
All those mythical beings actually fell one after another.
Even the most outstanding saints could not stop him and he eventually gave in.
Although he still didn't know what happened to those beings, just by looking back and seeing the flames burning the books and jade slips, he knew it was extremely tragic.
Whenever Chu Mo thinks back on it now, he still feels a tremor in his heart.
a long time.
He calmed himself down and turned his gaze to the Taihuang scroll in his hand, his expression becoming complicated.
He already knew the origin of this Taihuang scroll.
This thing.
He is the recorder of the end of the myth.
And that flame is the fire of civilization.
When the immortal ways and myths came to an end, everything was preserved and recorded, and the scenes of the demise of those great ways were expressed in the form of burning books and jade slips.
In other words.
This Taihuang scroll represents an extremely prosperous immortal and mythological civilization.
"The immortal path is declining, and the myth is coming to an end."
“Everything is just the wrong path.”
Chu Mo couldn't help but murmur what the old man said.
By the literal meaning.
It represents the complete end of the immortal path and mythology, and the reason for all this is that they have taken the wrong path.
And it is worth mentioning.
When the old man saw him, he also mentioned that he was walking on the ancient road, and showed a look of pity, as if he felt sorry for him for being in this era and stepping into the footsteps of myth again.
"He said I was on the wrong path. Could it be because I also practiced those mythical magical powers?"
Chu Mo thought secretly.
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