Chapter 555: The Origin of the Era Peak

"Thus I have heard, once the Buddha was in Trayastrimsa Heaven, preaching to his mother..."

There were bursts of Sanskrit sounds and flowing Buddha's light. Dark lotus flowers appeared out of thin air, spinning and floating, withering and flourishing in an endless cycle.

Bai Donglin's eyes moved slightly. In the depths of the dark Buddha light on Mara's body, he saw a bright light. It was the breath of the young monk Mingjing. A thoughtful look flashed in his eyes.

"It seems that I really have to let Moro break through. No matter from which aspect, the value of his achievement of the Tenth Realm will be even greater to me."

After reading the information brought back by Lan Ling's true spirit from the Mother River, Bai Donglin had some understanding of the state of the Mother River. He no longer had much confidence in the arrangements he had made on the true spirits of Liu Yiyi and the other three.

The limited vision will ultimately make it impossible to see through the mysteries deep in the Mother River. If one really wants to gain something, the key to success may still lie in Moro, the corpse-retriever of the Mother River.

A corpse-retriever at the tenth realm, with his transformed reincarnation body and sleepless spirit, would surely bring him unexpected surprises.

"point!"

Buzz——

As Bai Donglin urged his thoughts, the blue light shield vibrated violently, and a thick bubble light shield split out, wrapping up the transforming Moro and escaping deeper into the Styx.

"Sir, this..."

Flynn looked slightly stunned. Torturing Moro was the main task that Bai Donglin assigned to these Abyss Lords. Now it seems that the other party may have changed his mind.

"You seven guys, staying in the Styx, eating my food and living my house, but you can't even do such a small thing."

"If you do well, you will be rewarded. If you do not do well, you will be punished. Be more careful next time..."

Bai Donglin spoke in a gloomy tone and with an indifferent look, he glanced at the seven Abyss Lords, and the projection of his thoughts immediately dissipated.

Snap!

Before the monarchs could come to their senses, a huge crack suddenly appeared behind the Thousand-Faced Monarch, and the terrifying aura of the Styx swept past. The huge demon body of immeasurable mass was washed away in an instant like a feather.

"No--"

The Thousand Faces Lord only had time to let out a roar of fear before his demonic body was suppressed into nothingness. The indestructible Ten Realms demonic body was as fragile as a clay sculpture.

The Demon Lord's expression changed slightly, and his aura began to surge uncontrollably. While hesitating, he looked at the other monarchs who were trembling in fear around him. He couldn't help but sigh in his heart, and his aura subsided.

In the depths of the Styx, their life and death all depend on Bai Donglin's thoughts, and any resistance is futile.

These Abyss Lords will die sooner or later. The reason why they are finding an excuse to kill the Thousand Faces Lord now is only because his original particles and the origin of the rules in them have been completely absorbed by him and he has no value in continuing to exist.

In another blue bubble.

Moro had completed the transformation of the original particles. He slowly opened his eyes, and his dark and warm gaze met Bai Donglin's.

"Amitabha! I am a poor monk named Mara. I am honored to meet you, the donor Bai."

Moro clasped his hands together. After breaking through the tenth realm, it seemed that his mind and nature had been sublimated. Even though his life and death were controlled by others, his expression remained calm and composed.

"Haha, Moro, let's have a good talk..."

Bai Donglin raised the corner of his mouth. An unknown transaction took place in this small bubble in the deepest part of the Styx.

…

Among all civilizations, ethnic groups, and all cognitions over endless years, the most dangerous area in the infinite dimensional space is the place where all heavens and worlds return to.

It is located at the bottom of the boundless and infinite dimensional space. There is no "direction" in the dimensional space. There are only a handful of paths that can reach the land of Guixu. The most well-known passage is located "below" the only true world.

The land of Guixu is full of mysteries, where crisis and good fortune coexist. Since ancient times, many powerful people in the tenth realm who are about to die have stepped into it one after another in search of a higher realm, and finally slept here forever.

The Guixu area seemed to be a huge garbage recycling station, where all the world's debris with horrible origins that even the power of the dimension could not dissolve were gathered together.

Boom! Snap—

In the middle area stands a dark and ruined world. The only remaining debris of this world has spread over a trillion light years. It is not difficult to imagine that when it was complete, it was a vast world comparable to the only true world.

In the depths of the broken world, there was fairy light shining, seven colors competing for brilliance, and waves of continuous roars shattered the endless void.

Ding! The Demon-Suppressing Temple came down with a bang. Its terrifying mass, at an extreme speed, set off a terrifying wave of destruction, fiercely hitting the bronze fairy temple surrounded by fairy light.

The aftermath of terror spread out and toward the depths of the dark world. Many powerful alien beings who were hiding and watching nearby suddenly changed their expressions and fled frantically.

"Jinghong, it seems that as the records say, this bronze palace cannot be shaken by brute force. I'm afraid we can only do it according to the plan."

The Demon-Suppressing Temple stopped retreating, and the Wandering Emperor stepped out. Looking at Xili Feng who was standing on the Bronze Immortal Temple with a thoughtful look, he could not help but speak.

Jinghong was Xilifeng's name in one of her previous lives. It was also in that life that she met the dying Wandering Emperor and they formed a deep friendship over a roasted chicken. Over the past many years, Wandering Emperor still called Xilifeng Jinghong.

"I see."

Xili Feng nodded slightly and tapped his toes lightly, kicking out ripples of the magical fairy light.

She spent quite a while, and even used the power of the Demon-Suppressing Temple, just to test whether this bronze palace was truly impenetrable.

After trying every possible means, the Bronze Immortal Palace remained motionless. The rumors were correct. Only by following the rules of the Immortal Palace could one enter the Palace and take out the magic stone.

"You guys have been watching for so long, come out now."

Xili Feng closed his eyes slightly, and ninety-nine halos shone in the depths of his pupils, with invisible majesty, extremely eerie, and together with the cold voice, instantly covered the entire broken world.

The rules were forcibly disturbed, and no matter how deeply hidden or how concealed the existence was, it was forced out.

More than a dozen ancestors of the human race, the scaly-armored flying birds, the demon race, and the alien races, all of a sudden, their fiery wills spread, and the silent and broken world became lively.

Pop! Xili Feng stepped lightly, and ripples spread out. As many Tenth Realm experts looked horrified, the space was folded and collapsed, and they were all forcibly pulled to the small area around the Bronze Immortal Palace.

Many beings looked at each other in bewilderment. The atmosphere was extremely depressing, as if they were in a powder keg. Any spark would lead to a brutal war.

"Relax a little, everyone. I didn't call you out here to fight."

Wandering Emperor looked around, his scarlet eyes reflecting many figures. He walked through the void and stood side by side with Xili Feng. He continued in a calm tone: "You have been watching from the sidelines for a long time. Isn't it for the sake of snatching the divine stone? But you also saw that this mysterious bronze fairy palace is indestructible. Even we can't break it open."

"Hehe, so what? You summoned us here because you want us to help you break into the Immortal Palace?"

Peacock Hades asked in a cold voice, his eyes were extremely sharp. He was the supreme ruler of the bird demon clan of this era, he was in a high position and had great power, he was used to being overbearing, and he could not stand the slightest threat from others.

They were forced out in an instant just now because they were completely unprepared. The number of their demon race and the alien races here in the Ten Realms overwhelmed the human race on the opposite side. Even if a war broke out immediately, they would not be outdone.

"Amitabha! Peacock Hades, this fellow Taoist hasn't finished speaking yet, why are you so anxious?"

There was murderous intent in the eyes of the Buddha Kurong, and he no longer looked like a good guy, because the force he belonged to had an indelible hatred with the Peacock King.

"Bald donkey, I can say whatever I want to say, it's none of your business!"

Cry! Moo! Sharp cries and mighty Buddhist sounds, two terrifying auras fiercely collided with each other, as if they were about to fight if they disagreed.

"Please calm down for now, Lord Buddha."

The Wandering Emperor raised his hand slightly towards the Buddha Kuruo, and a trace of energy shot out like a needle, instantly destroying the blended auras of the two. Then he turned and looked at the Peacock Hades, speaking in a gloomy voice.

"I need your assistance? Peacock Hades, do you think you can withstand the attack of the Demon Suppression Temple?"

"Humph, you don't know what I'm talking about!"

What this means is that you, Peacock Pluto, are not qualified.

Peacock Hades' brows trembled violently, his sharp claws flickered, and he forced himself to suppress the anger in his heart. The two guys in front of him, especially the woman, were very powerful. Together with the Demon-Suppressing Temple next to them, they were not existences that he could easily provoke.

"snort!"

Peacock Hades could only groan, restrain his breath, and retreat to the shadows on the side.

"Amitabha."

The Buddha Kurong clasped his hands together, chanted the Buddha's name, and also retracted the Buddha's light. His main purpose this time was to obtain the sacred stone, and other things could be put aside for the time being.

The magic stone cannot fall into the hands of the demon race or other races, and it would be best if it cannot fall into the hands of the human race that is breaking the wall. Now that the wall-breaking forces have mastered the two magic stones "Cang" and "Ming", they, the hidden party, should indeed take some actions, otherwise they will be too passive. In order to prepare for a rainy day, they should at least have the right to participate.

Seeing the mutually hostile beings present suppressing their hostility for the sake of the divine stone in the Bronze Immortal Palace, Wandering Emperor nodded and continued, "The origin of this Bronze Immortal Palace is extremely great, and its power is unfathomable. Whether it is true or false, after countless tests over the years, everyone should have understood it in their hearts."

"In short, this bronze fairy palace cannot be broken open by brute force. If you want to take out the divine stone inside, you can only use other methods."

"Other methods?"

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Upon hearing this, all the people in the ten realms present were moved and understood the hidden meaning of Wandering Emperor's words.

"Yes, I have figured out this method, but it is a little troublesome to operate."

"The essence of the Bronze Immortal Palace is actually just to carry some kind of powerful inheritance. If you want to enter the Immortal Palace, it is very simple. You just need to trigger its inheritance handover ceremony, and you can naturally enter the interior. Not to mention taking out the magic stone, you may even be able to conquer this powerful Immortal Palace!"

There seemed to be a strange power of bewitching in the Wandering Emperor's plain words, or it could be said that there was no need for bewitching at all. They had all witnessed the horror of the Bronze Immortal Palace. For a moment, even the Buddhist Master Kuruo was tempted.

"What should I do?"

A strong man from another race asked in an urgent tone, whether it was for the divine stone or this heaven-defying bronze immortal palace.

"We have deciphered some information. Those unfamiliar characters are engraved in a corner of the Bronze Immortal Palace. If you look carefully, you can see them."

"No matter their race, good or evil, or what form of life they exist in, as long as they have existed until now and have existed for less than 10,000 timescales, they may be able to activate the operation of the Bronze Immortal Palace inheritance."

"you mean……"

"Hahaha! That's right!"

"Whether you are from the human race, the demon race, or the alien race, go ahead! Gather the most outstanding geniuses from ancient times to the present in your race. As long as they are creatures that have not crossed the 10,000 time scale, they can participate in this shocking gamble!"

"The prize is the divine stone and the bronze fairy palace!"

The Wandering Emperor's white hair danced wildly, his eyes were burning, and every word he said penetrated deeply into the hearts of the Ten Realms powerhouses present. His will was surging, as if he had seen the tragic scene of countless geniuses fighting madly.

"The crest of the new era will naturally be created by the younger generation. It turns out that the origin of the crest is above this bronze palace!"

An old ancestor of the human race murmured in a low voice, and enlightenment arose in his heart. This is a law that has existed for many eras.

Although these ten-realm strongmen rule everything in this era, they are ultimately the products before the peak of the era. In this era, the most brilliant and dazzling period, the protagonists still belong to the younger generation.

The battle for the inheritance of the Bronze Immortal Palace is the clarion call for the protagonists of the new era to step onto the stage! !

Those present were all old monsters who had lived for who knows how long. Their minds were extremely sharp and they all had the same idea in an instant. There was a faint sense of bitterness in their hearts. As the old and the new took over, those who seemed to be in the front would eventually become the foils of the protagonists of the era.

Crash——

Wandering Emperor and Xili Feng stepped into the Demon-Suppressing Temple together. The temple shook violently, and seven extremely thick chains of different colors shot out, tightly binding the Bronze Immortal Temple.

Bang! Sizzle!

The chains were stretched straight, and the Demon-Suppressing Temple began to move faster and faster, dragging the Bronze Immortal Palace with it as it flew towards an unknown place.

The harsh sound of the void being shattered awakened the many people in the Ten Realms whose thoughts were in turmoil. Looking up, they heard the Wandering Emperor's free and easy voice.

"Everyone, Guixu is too dangerous and unsuitable as a competition venue. We will move the Bronze Immortal Palace to the Endless Battlefield at the edge of the universe."

"The time is set on the first day of the first month of the first year of Taihuang."

"You don't have much time left. Go, gather all the best geniuses, and wake up the geniuses who have been sleeping for endless years and ages!"

"Let them light up this era, the most brilliant years!"

"Hahaha!"

As the last ray of fairy light disappeared at the end of the dark hole, the hearty laughter still echoed in this broken world. The eyes of all the people in the ten realms suddenly became clear, and a dazzling divine light flashed.

Looking around and at each other, they no longer had the heart to fight, and their thoughts had long drifted away to who knows where.

Figures flickered, and they all broke through the air in silence, following secret and safe paths, bypassing the dangerous wreckage of the world, and returning to their own worlds.

A huge wave was set off, affecting both the only true world and the many alien worlds.

The wind and clouds are surging, and the word "prodigy" has become the most popular word at the moment.

…

"Ten thousand time scales?"

In the Purgatory of Sin, the Blood Hell Temple, Bai Donglin was lying on the throne, supporting his chin with one hand, with a lazy look on his face.

"Alas, I am getting old. The world is now dominated by young people! It is a pity that an old man like me cannot participate in such a grand event."

"Haha, these geniuses are lucky to have escaped this disaster."

Bai Donglin pursed his lips slightly. Ten thousand time scales means ten thousand years that have actually passed, no matter what method is used, including time acceleration.

Obviously, due to his repeated retreats and accelerated time, he had already exceeded 10,000 time scales and had lost the basic conditions for participating in the competition for inheritance.

But he didn't regret anything. If he could do it again, he wouldn't change anything. It was just a divine stone and a bronze palace. They were dead things. How could they be as satisfying as the real improvement in strength? "However, although I can't participate in the competition for the inheritance, it doesn't mean that I can't do anything. What's the difference between my subordinates taking over the inheritance and me taking it myself?"

"Well, let's move on to the backstage this time. What is this called? The Ancestor Flow, right?"

Bai Donglin narrowed his eyes slightly, white light flashed, and a strange smile appeared on his face. He felt very amused. It was nice to find something to pass the time during this boring practice.

"Baiyujing on Baiyu Mountain, the twelfth floor master, it's time for you to come out and show off. This time, let all beings remember the three words 'Baiyujing' forever!"

Emperor, Sword, Mysterious, Light, Purple, Jade, Heart, God…

"There are still four missing to complete the Twelve Floor Masters. I wonder which four lucky guys will be chosen?"

Bai Donglin's thoughts were wandering, names kept flashing through his mind, and he even connected his thoughts to Tianluo's data core, looking at the trillions of young generation of Tianluo hosts one by one.

There is still quite some time left until the first day of the first month of the first year of Taihuang, so he is not in a hurry. It will not be too late to give them special training after all the twelve building masters are gathered.

"Huh? This guy is pretty good..."

Two-in-one, because the number of words is a bit small, I will not split it. It is a bit short today, and I will update more tomorrow.

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