When he saw those eyes, He Chong felt a shudder in his soul.

This eye, which is bigger than the moon and covers the entire sky, gives people a strong sense of oppression.

There was no such thing as gigantic fear in that era, but what He Chong felt was indeed a suffocating impact.

He couldn't move away, and with his eyes closed, he could only watch as those huge, narrow eyes stared at him, as if even his soul was being pulled and crushed.

He Chong felt that he was about to surrender. That magnificent, indifferent, and cold gaze made him unable to help but kneel down in submission.

"Did Xuanjun in the past experience such a scene?"

"How do they keep standing here and facing each other for all these years without going crazy?"

"What kind of evil god is this?"

"Am I going to die here?"

Countless thoughts made his head swell and it was hard to bear.

But just when his legs were weak and his knees were about to buckle, a hand supported him.

The hand was bony, but it was no slouch in strength.

That hand supported He Chong, allowing him to stand up.

He Chong turned around and found that it was Blind Zhang.

This blind old man now possesses more power than anyone else.

That is the power of still choosing to believe after experiencing so much.

Blind Zhang has lived for so many years and has seen the emperor's incompetence, the foreigners' strong ships and powerful guns, the blood and sacrifice of patriots, the chaos and division of warlords, and the land shrouded in war and riddled with holes.

But Blind Zhang still believed that this land was worth saving, even at the cost of his life.

Although he has lost his eyes, Blind Zhang is still staring at this place.

He Chong does not have much literary talent. If Lu Ban were here, he might be able to describe him like this.

There is only one kind of heroism in this world, and that is to still love life after seeing the truth of life.

Blind Zhang witnessed the decline of this land, its decay, its struggle, its pain, its bloodshed and sacrifice, the darkest hour before dawn. That is why he believes that dawn will eventually come and the sun will rise as usual.

If you can't see the dawn in the darkness, be the dawn yourself.

He Chong saw that in addition to Blind Zhang, there were Shi Buwen, Tang Que, Du Ming, and hundreds of other ninth-rate seniors.

There was also the original Xuanjun, who stood in front of He Chong.

Although there were no words, He Chong knew that he was the person who had stayed here the longest.

The torture that I suffered in these few minutes was endured by that person standing here for thousands of years.

Everyone's will is to help this original Xuanjun to fight against the evil god.

He Chong saw that between the wills of the crowd, a chain appeared and bound the huge eyeball.

Although still cold and cruel, that eye no longer had the same oppressive power as before.

The light continued to shine, and the eyeball gradually rose higher. He Chong seemed to see a towering figure.

The figure was bound by countless chains, quiet and still, like a living statue.

He knew very well that this statue would become their nightmare for the rest of their lives until their death.

He Chong came back to his senses.

He found himself standing in a cave.

His hand was still placed on the remains, but the remains were nowhere to be found.

I was the only one standing in the empty cave, feeling lost.

The earthquake seemed to have subsided.

"The corpse of Xuan Jun..."

A certain premonition arose in Du Ming's heart. He instinctively felt that there should be no problems with the seal on this mountain in the short term.

This feeling is like being targeted by a hunter, but now, this place has been ignored.

Maybe it's a protective color, or maybe it's something else. In any case, a safety statement has been issued here. At least on the current scale, they no longer have to worry about what's under Jiangcheng Mountain.

The mission of this lineage is now coming to an end.

Several people looked at each other, feeling unreal.

They walked out of the cave and saw the scenery outside, a vast expanse of beautiful mountains and rivers.

A gentle breeze blows, bringing a cool feeling to your heart.

"I wonder how Lu Ban is doing?"

He Chong thought.

At this moment, he heard a call.

Looking down, he discovered that it was actually the Seventh Master.

Although Qi Ye did not participate in Xuan Jun's ceremony, he did not go down the mountain but drove over.

"I thought about it. If you all go, it's not a good idea to leave me alone. At least you should carry your bodies back. I drove here. What's wrong with you? Get in the car. What are you standing there for? The earthquake has stopped now. Let's go!"

The Seventh Master was panting heavily, as if running would kill him.

But no one responded to him immediately. Qi Ye looked at the people who came down, confused.

Maybe I missed something?

Qi Ye felt it vaguely.

…

Lu Ban felt something was licking his face.

He came to his senses and found it was a corgi.

Just as the corgi tried to put its butt on Lu Ban's face, he made a sound.

"stop."

Lu Ban felt that his limbs were unable to move, and then he noticed that his body, covered in blood and flesh, was taking root and sprouting in the sunlight.

If he guessed correctly, this was the first drop he left outside.

As for myself in the temple, I guess I am already delicious.

Lu Ban didn’t know how long it would take him to grow into a sapling, he could only wait.

A few days later, Lu Ban finally stood up again.

He brushed the dirt off his body, looked at the lush trees and the forest that had regained its coolness, and felt clearly that this place was no longer being watched by the great being.

In other words, the dark-skinned man is no longer paying attention here.

Lu Ban didn't know who he was, but he knew that this man's purpose should be to release the Old Ones sealed in Jiang Chengshan. However, since he could easily come to the temple, why didn't he release them himself?

He is fully capable of that.

But He didn't do so, nor did He kill Lu Ban directly, and after that, He abandoned this place.

According to normal thinking, the Old Ones would not need to go to so much trouble and could have just taken action directly.

Moreover, according to the status that Lu Ban felt at that time, the dark-skinned man was obviously much taller than Fang Geng whom he had seen before, and the Old One who was bound by the black hole in the wasteland.

Logically, such a being should have been completely mad and no longer in human form due to the extremely high pollution.

But the man clearly looked very rational.

Why?

Lu Ban felt that as a normal person with rigorous thinking and strict logic, he could not understand the thoughts of those festival rulers.

He stood up and saw the sparse fallen leaves on the ground, forming the cold and indifferent words of the system.

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