Everything happened so fast and so abruptly, as if in a dream.

The flying ashes in the air soon faded completely until they disappeared.

"Brother, do you really not know this person?" The little fat man broke the silence and spoke slowly.

Ye Wuque, who was a little absent-minded, came back to his senses after the little fat man's questioning, and slowly stood up, but shook his head gently.

"I can be sure that I have never seen this person before."

"Then how credible is his words?" The little fat man continued.

"100%."

​​This time, Ye Wuque did not hesitate at all.

"Which two 'safe words', unless I tell him, he has no way of knowing."

Hearing Ye Wuque's firm words, the little fat man's fat face also showed a touch of sincere amazement.

"Doesn't that mean that this creature has been waiting here from the distant past, just for this moment!"

"Oh my God!"

"How difficult must it be?"

"Lonely, lonely, waiting from his prime to the time of his death, in order to live longer, he chose to parasitize the blood river, making himself neither human nor ghost! But he has no regrets or resentment!"

"Just to wait for you, big brother, at the most critical moment!"

"Waiting for hundreds, thousands, and tens of thousands of years, just to send a message!"

"Such a guy is amazing!!"

The little fat man was in awe.

Ye Wuque's turbulent heart had calmed down at this time, but his eyes were still flickering. He was not completely calm, but he had figured out a lot.

"Big brother, he said that all this came from you in the past. Could it be..." The little fat man was very smart and reacted immediately at this moment.

Ye Wuque nodded gently: "We are now in the timeline of the 'future'."

"I can be sure that I don't know this person until now."

"Then there is only one explanation..."

"The 'past' he mentioned is based on the current 'future', and for us, the 'past' he mentioned should be the 'present' timeline we are in."

"After all, from our point of view, we came directly from the 'past' to the 'future', and finally, we will return to the 'present'."

"This person must have known us in our 'present' timeline."

"But the wonder and charm of time and space are like this!"

"For us, things that have not happened yet have actually happened in the past."

"But for him, he has waited from the past to the future, and his timeline is a natural process of objective laws."

"He knew me in the 'past' and survived to see me again in the 'future'."

"And we traveled through time and space with the help of the Tianling Patriarch."

"A moment in our eyes may be half a lifetime for him."

Ye Wuque's voice was filled with emotion.

He thought of a lot!

Because he had such experiences more than once.

In the past.

In the human realm, the sword that cut through the horizon had a long history, but in fact, it was just a plea from him to the unimaginable existence of Senior Jianchan in the past.

In the past.

In the chaotic Hundred Battles Reincarnation, he met Xuanyuan Qingtian, Shen Nanzhi and others and formed a friendship. Later, he left the Hundred Battles Reincarnation and returned to the present world. The whole process was not very long, but for Xuanyuan Qingtian and Shen Nanzhi, thousands of years had passed before they met him again!

"Cause and effect are usually proportional to time and space."

"Cause corresponds to the past, effect reflects the future.

" "Cause and effect, cause and effect, there is cause before effect."

"But, sometimes..." "

Effect comes before cause."

"The first thing to see is the effect, the cause, on the contrary, needs to be traced back."

"Even..."

"When a creature's cultivation is strong enough, the essence of life is invincible enough, and it has reached an incredible level, it can... turn the effect into cause!" At

this moment, Ye Wuque was deeply moved, and his understanding of "cause and effect" and "time and space" in his heart became more profound.

"Then big brother, we are now..." The little fat man spoke again.

Ye Wuque's eyes also looked back at the eight-colored altar that was close at hand.

"The blood river has been wiped out, and the mountain under the big dragon halberd itself is nothing, but this eight-colored altar is not affected at all."

"Besides, I have seen a similar eight-colored altar before..."

As he spoke, Ye Wuque walked towards the eight-colored altar.

In fact, the blurred figure was right!

If he hadn't appeared and reminded me here, I would have suppressed my desire for the "Path of the God of Dao" and chosen to move on.

Ye Wuque knew himself very well.

But now, the situation is different.

"The past me, let him tell the future me that I must take the Path of the God of Dao."

"Then there must be a crucial reason!"

"After all, I will eventually return to the past from the future. The past me has experienced everything in the future. I must know everything and make such a decision."

"I... believe in myself!"

Ye Wuque stretched out a hand beside the eight-color altar and gently placed it on the eight-color altar!

Buzz! !

Almost instantly, the originally dead eight-color altar had an inexplicable reaction!

As if suddenly waking up from a deep sleep, the reaction became more and more intense, and the eight colors on it began to shine together, lighting up with dazzling brilliance!

"Wow! There is a real reaction! Brother, how did you do it?" The little fat man was amazed.

Ye Wuque did not speak, but from the moment he placed his palm on the eight-color altar, the "seed of trial" in his body that he had obtained from another eight-color altar in the past began to react, as if some kind of authority had been given, so the eight-color altar would react.

The reaction of the eight-color altar became more and more intense!

The dazzling brilliance began to evaporate, suddenly rising to the sky, forming a huge skylight.

There was also a terrifying suction force that began to erupt from the eight-color altar!

The little fat man immediately stuck to Ye Wuque's side, and following this erupting suction, Ye Wuque relaxed himself.

The next moment, a huge suction force enveloped Ye Wuque, and the eight-color altar seemed to spew out a mysterious power, wrapping Ye Wuque, causing him to directly break away from the physical body and start some kind of strange transmission.

The entire mountaintop was submerged in the boiling eight-color brilliance!

But at this moment!

Whoosh!

Suddenly, a stream of light came from far away, as fast as lightning, rushing up from the bottom of the mountain without hesitation. The stream of light seemed to be intertwined with the contradictory auras of holiness and evil, shocking people!

Just when the eight-colored brilliance was about to explode completely, this stream of light seized the last opportunity and plunged into the eight-colored brilliance.

Boom! !

Immediately, the eight-colored brilliance exploded completely, and the entire world could not be seen!

After more than ten breaths, everything returned to calm, and the mountain peak returned to its original state.

In the center of the mountaintop, the eight-colored altar still stood there, motionless, and the dead silence was restored.

But there was no trace of Ye Wuque and the little fat man here.