Chapter 680: The Mystery of the Momentary Cave
Before ancient times, there was unknown time and space.
Tick-tock——
In the pitch-black void, a pointed monument surrounded by eight colors leaped out. With it as the origin, brilliant ripples slowly spread out. Wherever the ripples passed, the darkness receded, and a blurred and fragmented picture slowly unfolded.
Distorted light and shadow, with a slight human shape, several figures stand in the void, naturally becoming the core of all space-time concepts and information logic.
It is indescribable and indescribable.
"Zhan, we don't even know what that thing is yet, is it worth it to do this?"
"Precisely because we don't know, this is enough for us."
The existence named Zhan has a calm tone but his thoughts are irreversible.
Even those who are above everything cannot see through it. This is the first time they have encountered it in countless years. No matter what it is or what its use is, the unknown is its meaning and value.
"Because of this thing, the stalemate with the Black Disaster has lasted for three Great Evolution Eras. Millions of source realms have been affected and annihilated, and even three transcendents have perished..."
"There is also a narrative-level transcendent among them!!"
"This price is too high, too high!"
There was a moment of silence in the distorted light and shadow. It was obvious that these consequences were a huge sacrifice that they could not ignore.
"Well, Zhan, you are right. After all, the Black Disaster is different from us. For the sake of their goals, they don't care how much they sacrifice."
"Doctor, what do you think?"
"Haha, just obey Zhan's decision. Who told that thing to disappear in Zhan's source world? If it were you, you would also choose to sacrifice yourself, right?"
"Tsk, what a compassionate bunch of guys."
There was another period of silence. It was obvious that "Chen"'s words hit the mark of everyone's thoughts.
"Okay, let's get started."
"I will use death to completely remove all traces of their existence. This will take some time. During this time, I cannot let the Black Disaster detect my actions. Therefore, the coordinates of the traces they left behind can only be dealt with after I have cut off everything."
"Well, there are a total of nine Black Disaster Transcendents who left a backup plan. Zhan, are you okay?"
"Don't worry, they are just a group of conceptual transcendents."
“Let’s get started!”
"good--"
As soon as the words fell, nothingness vanished and the blurry image disappeared.
…
The light and shadow flowed, and the picture reappeared, but it was already in a broken world.
Infinitely high up, in the middle of nowhere, eight balls of brilliant light suddenly fell down. It was vaguely visible that eight-colored pointed-cornered monuments, long swords, seals, jade pendants, etc. were floating in them...
The broken arms, eyeballs, feathers hidden in the unknown time and space were all captured and suppressed by the light ball. They had no power to resist and were all sealed in a strange space.
The picture shattered again. Before the light and shadow flowed back, a boundless and vast river could be vaguely seen, spreading out and covering all the heaven, earth and time.
…
Time passed without a trace, and no one knew how much time had passed. In the deepest part of Guixu, on the white jade plain at the core of the ancestral realm.
Boom! ! Snap——
A terrifying roar resounded throughout the heavens and earth, and a long, sticky, black river surged out from the towering stone tablet.
"not good!!"
"The battle monument collapsed, and the broken arm of Azathoth broke the seal!"
On the stone tablet, the old man who had been sitting cross-legged for eternity suddenly opened his eyes and shouted in shock.
Seeing more and more black fog trying to escape, the old man's brows, which were filled with deathly aura, furrowed tightly, his figure twisted, and his remaining will gathered into a ray of light and shadow.
He raised his hand and grabbed a piece of the red pointed-cornered stele that was flying away. He pinched his fingers and a black pillar shot out from the stele. Endless lines stretched out and cut off the escaping black river.
The old man's body of light and shadow was stern, and he slammed the red pointed monument in his hand hard, pressing the long black river back onto the pillar.
"town!!"
Buzz! The endless mysterious patterns were shining brightly. No matter how the dark river struggled, it could not escape even a little bit and could only be suppressed into the stone tablet space bit by bit.
After doing all this, the body of light and shadow immediately dissipated and disappeared.
The old man who was sitting cross-legged on the stone tablet, his already withered flesh and blood disappeared bit by bit, revealing his white bones.
"Alan, Yaoyao, go and bring back all the traces of Azathoth and suppress him again."
“Elder!!”
"Go, there is no need to be sad. We are already dead, and the traces of our will should also disappear..."
As soon as he finished speaking, the old man's flesh and blood completely disappeared, leaving only a skeleton and a heart full of heroic spirit.
"Walk--"
boom!!
The earth shattered, and two towering temples turned into dazzling pillars of light, shooting away. One was made of bronze, with an ancient and heavy aura, and the other was a faint ice blue, as if it was carved from crystal.
…
In an unknown land, a towering bronze palace spanned billions of light years. Finally, Alan found the trace of Azathoth's broken arm.
Under the suppression of the Immortal Palace, the long black river formed by the broken arm was still rushing left and right, with extremely destructive aggressiveness. It was impossible to suppress it completely, and it seemed as if it was taken away.
"Ahem! Ancestor, why?"
An old man with white hair and an extremely haggard figure sat cross-legged in front of a gray stone tablet deep in the Immortal Palace. Only a trace of his will was left, and even with the help of the Immortal Palace's great power, he had already reached a state of exhaustion.
"The supreme substance transcends everything. How can we handle it..."
The old man tried his best to open his eyes and looked to the side, where there were bronze coffins floating in the air, all emitting a terrifying aura.
"My fellow tribesmen, I am sorry that I have the nerve to disturb your rest!"
Snap! Snap!!
As the old man tapped the ground lightly, billions of coffins were opened and figures larger than the world lay quietly inside. They all opened their eyes as if they came alive, stepped out of the coffin universe, stretched out their huge hands, and grabbed the long dark river.
Roar, roar, roar! Amidst the terrifying roar, each hand intercepted a strand of the dark river and pressed it into his chest, then he closed his eyes and lay back in the coffin.
"Ahem!! Yaoyao, I'll leave the rest to you!"
The old man finally exhausted everything he had and could no longer suppress the dark river that had been cut in half. He could only let it break free and escape without a trace.
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"Ancestor, why? What crime did the War Clan commit? "
The old man's flesh and blood was disintegrating. He used up his last bit of strength to deeply carve the questions in his heart on the stone tablet.
The flesh and blood disappeared, leaving only a broken finger embedded in the stone tablet.
An invisible sense of sorrow flows from the bones and lasts forever.
…
“Hoo! Hoo—”
Bai Donglin came back to his senses from his trance, his consciousness became clear again, and there was a rare hint of fatigue in his eyes. In just a short moment, he seemed to have spent an extremely long time.
It was extremely difficult for his memory to carry all these images and information. It took him a long time to completely digest them and recover.
Bai Donglin's eyes were complicated, looking at the eight-colored, perfect war monument, his emotions were difficult to calm down. In addition to what he had just seen, he also accepted the inheritance of the last two war monuments, "Wind" representing speed and "Fire" representing attack.
The nature of the war monument is extremely high, and it is a close-knit object of "war". That is why it can be contaminated with those images and information and preserve them for endless years.
By now, he had learned all the inheritance and various secret information recorded in the war monument. This also solved many of his doubts, and the whole context of the matter became clear.
This is very important to him and determines how he should deal with the Mother River and the Broken Arm.
Moreover, I also got a glimpse of the vastness of the outside world.
"The Thirteenth Realm, an existence that transcends everything, still has its strengths and weaknesses."
"Conceptual level, narrative level, what does this mean?"
“Is there a more powerful realm above it?”
Bai Donglin shook his head and stopped thinking about it. He hadn't even broken through to the eleventh level yet, so it was too early to think about these things.
"Haha, this is fun!"
His eyes gradually became brighter. The higher and higher the world was, the better. Otherwise, he would easily reach the end. Wouldn't he be bored?
" Boss , what should we do next? How should we deal with these things?"
Zhie still looked around with fear, and did not notice Bai Donglin's sudden change at all. This was also the authority of the original body. The so-called memory synchronization was of course a unilateral request for the clone.
It's not that he doesn't trust his clone, but his memory is too huge and vast. The clone's thinking cannot carry it all, and there is no need to do so.
"How to deal with it?"
Bai Donglin glanced at Zhie with a strange look on his face. Could this guy be scared silly? He actually asked such an idiotic question.
"What else can we do? Of course we pack it up and take it away!!"
The reason for doing this is that it is a helpless act to carry something like a time bomb with you.
Now that the war monument has merged into one, if we take it away, wouldn't it help the broken arm break the seal? Moreover, the dimensional world is still carried in the war monument, which is related to the plan of breaking the wall, so it is better to keep it by your side.
Although these traces of the nine supreme substances were sealed by "Zhan" himself, an accident has already occurred and no more trouble can be allowed to occur. The best way is to pack them up, take them away, and keep them by your side and guard them strictly.
"Let's go. There's no need to stay here any longer."
After saying this, he moved his mind and the war monument suddenly shot out a bright light, opening a vortex channel in the void.
Bai Donglin and Zhi'e stepped out, crossed the passage, and appeared in front of the stone tablet.
"Old senior, the Zhenfeng Monument Realm that you have protected with your faith will be handed over to me from now on."
"As long as I, Bai Donglin, am alive, these monsters will never be able to break the seal!"
Crash——
The Endless Styx River appeared, flowing and spreading, swallowing up the entire White Jade Plain, including the towering stone tablet at the core, leaving behind a boundless huge pit on the continent.
Bai Donglin also stepped into the River Styx and stood on it. With a peculiar vision, he could clearly see the dense tributaries, like growing tree roots, spreading disorderly in all directions towards the Land of Guixu.
"The land of Guixu contains the remains of billions of worlds, as well as the treasures and relics left by many civilizations. It would be a waste of resources to abandon them like this."
"So, just swallow it all."
Devouring matter and converting it into energy is naturally easier than absorbing dimensional power. Anyway, he never has too much. In order to nurture an infinite spiritual world, this step must be taken sooner or later.
Bai Donglin's eyes flickered slightly, a trace of his original consciousness returned, his body twisted and rippled, and he transformed into the appearance of the future Buddha again.
"Amitabha!"
(End of this chapter)