In the Sea of ​​Knowledge, the silver magicians who had just entered the virtual world were fleeing frantically. They also wanted to exit the virtual world directly, but it took twenty seconds to stay still, which was enough time for the creatures in the virtual world to have a full meal and pick their teeth.

They never imagined that the quiet ocean of knowledge would one day become so furious, with wave after wave hitting them and making them dizzy. They also never imagined that they might not encounter a fish-killing dragon even after swimming for half a day, but one day the sea would be so crowded that they would have no way to escape!

Countless virtual creatures emerged from the seabed. The growth-stage creatures that were rarely seen in the past were everywhere, and there were even mature creatures that spread their wings and flew in the air. What frightened the magicians even more was the mournful wails that penetrated the white fog. Just hearing them made their souls tremble and their spirits dissipate - this position suppression was far beyond imagination, at least a perfect existence!

One after another, silver magicians were killed by virtual creatures, and many even lost their lives. Magicians were not really able to escape death every time, but after they died, their souls would quickly return to their bodies within a few seconds. Generally speaking, virtual creatures could only take a few more bites during this period of time, so magicians could at least leave some soul to make a comeback.

But this time, every magician had at least ten virtual creatures guarding him. As soon as he died, ten bloody mouths would madly bite his soul. Even the magicians who managed to save their lives by luck and strength were severely injured without exception, lying on the bed unable to take care of themselves!

The situation in the Time Continent was much better, because many magicians died before they could react.

Those who thought that the "Weaver of Fate", "Bull of the Sky Carriage" and "Time Walker" were just rumors, and that the so-called "White Bull" was actually a natural phenomenon and not a magician of life at all, witnessed a spectacle that may be unprecedented and may even be the last.

They saw the running white bull.

It runs wildly across the continent of time at a speed a hundred times faster than normal walking. No matter you are a child of destiny, a combat genius, or a senior magician, at this moment you can only watch time moving away from you at a hundred times the speed. The Liujin River is chasing the white bull at a speed almost like a flood bursting its dam.

The magicians drove virtual wings and used miracles, but they could not catch up with the passing time and could only fall into a quiet area that had lost all colors.

If one could die peacefully in the quiet realm where time stops, the silver magicians in the Sea of ​​Knowledge would probably be so envious that they would grit their teeth. After all, the damage to the soul caused by dying in the quiet realm would be worse than being bitten by a fish-slaying dragon.

But the problem is that the time continent is a circle, and the white bull will run back.

Before they completely stopped and died, the white bull ran a circle and came back. The violent golden river ravaged the earth like a flood, and the magicians were drowned in the golden river before they could react, and were washed away by time and died.

It would be fine if it were a young person, but for old magicians, the erosion of the Golden River would accelerate the aging of their souls. The last moments of their souls would become waves in this flood of time, and they would never have the chance to return to reality.

Although there were heavy casualties, the impact on society was not significant, because in this sudden disaster, the Sanctuary Magicians and Legendary Magicians were all safe and sound. Ruby Mountain had been isolated from the outside world before, and the new third-level virtual realm "Dream Stairs" was under construction. Sanctuary Magicians who tried to explore would be killed by strange accidents. Over time, everyone naturally waited patiently for the Dream Stairs to be completed.

The five nations almost immediately issued a "Virtual Realm High Danger Warning" to prevent magicians from connecting to the virtual realm. No one knew why the virtual realm suddenly became violent, and they didn't understand why the virtual realm targeted magicians, but they could vaguely realize that they were just affected by the anger.

While they are carrying heavy burdens and moving forward, there must be someone else enjoying a peaceful life.

No one can stay out of it. A speck of dust from the times will become a mountain hanging over everyone's head.

The strong ones at the top always reap the fruits, while the weak ones at the bottom always have to pay the price.

However, if the magicians who suffered heavy losses or even lost their lives this time could know the truth, they might feel a little comforted. Because they are not the only ones who have paid the price this time.

…

In the Blood Moon Heaven, on the altar in front of the "Blood Sea", a secret area of ​​the world, the Skinned Twins, the Scarlet Maids, the Night Shadow Priest, and the Blessing Angel led millions of subjects to kneel and pray. The eternally scarlet moon fell into a total lunar eclipse that even the Blood Moon Angels had never seen before. Only the bright corona was left dissipating around the moon's shadow. The sky and the earth were dark, and only the turbid dark red in the blood sea was still flowing.

As the sea of ​​blood gradually boiled, the water inside also changed from dark red to bright red. Although it was so violent, when he walked out from the depths of the sea, the sea gently lifted his bony bare feet and pushed his tall and slender body affectionately.

His skin is as pale as snow, his black hair falls to his waist like a waterfall, but his physique is as strong as a work of art carved by God himself; his eyes are blood red like shining gems, but he also has a soft and agile wolf tail; he has gluttonous fangs and furious claws.

He is the interweaving of blood and moon, the ruler standing at the top of all races.

When he landed on the altar, the blood moon resumed its glory, but all the light belonged to the only ruler of this world, and each ray of light wove the most noble robe on him. The vast sea of ​​blood swept up, respectfully turning into a shawl, adding glory to the most benevolent and kind king.

"Stars." Blood Moon Extreme Master said calmly: "This time, you win."

…

In the omniscient heaven, in this world built by countless layers of spider webs, the bell-listening angel, the last words angel, and the watching angel came to the center of heaven. In front of them was a cocoon woven by spider silk. The cocoon was tightly closed, and countless dark whispers came out of it. Every word was a secret, and every sigh was a piece of history.

When the cocoon cracked, countless black cloths escaped from the gaps, and the whole world became black and white. The spider web and the black cloth together weaved a giant web beyond imagination. The black cloth contained all the secrets of the past, and the white silk observed all the truths of the present. When they were combined, they would represent the entire future of this world.

In the center of the cocoon, a long-legged lady with long pink and purple hair slowly opened her eyes. She reached out and picked up the paper umbrella that rose from the center of black and white. She opened the paper umbrella and raised it up. Outside the umbrella was the pursuit and blending of black and white, but inside the umbrella was the reflection of a speeding train.

“Stars,” the All-Knowing Weaver narrowed his eyes, “This is just my prelude, the real victory is still to come.”

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In the fantasy paradise, on a world tree that runs through the sky and earth, there is a small library. But in this library, there are hundreds of millions of books. If anyone is lucky enough to visit this library, they will find that every book here is a magician's manual.

In the center of the library, there was also a magician's manual. When the wind blew open its pages, it was blank at first, but soon lines of text appeared:

"He is the most handsome man in the world, with hair as long as the sun and eyes as bright as the moon. He can hear the sounds of all things and see the colors of all things. His bones are stronger than the hardest alloy, and his flesh and blood regenerates with every breath. His body structure perfectly embodies the beauty of engineering, and his power is under control with every move he makes. His brain is the most complex neural network, and his thoughts and ideas can change reality..."

As the text filled hundreds of pages in a few seconds, the figure of an orange-haired boy gradually emerged from the pages. When he fell to the ground, the magician's manual behind him also disappeared.

He raised his hand, and a storm of knowledge instantly swept through the library. Hundreds of millions of magician manuals gathered in his hands and condensed into a pair of glasses, which he gently put on.

"This time." The Dream Music Master sighed, "I lost."

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In the world's secret realm "Hall of Valor", a never-ending banquet is still being held in the heaven of the underworld. The brave men from ten thousand years ago, the warriors from a thousand years ago, and countless strong men have traveled through time and space to gather here and enjoy the reward of fate for their bravery.

Death is never the only ending.

Suddenly, the golden bell in the Hall of Heroes rang out a sound that reached the heavens and the earth, awakening the blood of the dead and the fighting spirit of the dead. When the golden bell rang, the banquet would enter its most exciting stage!

All the heroic spirits gained flesh and blood, divine weapons, and they looked at each other and raised their weapons with respect. After waiting for so long, they could finally know who was the most courageous god of war in this hall!

Bones and flesh turned to mud, blood flowed like a river, the beacon fires burned out, and the drums faded away. When the warrior killed the last brave man and stood up from the sea of ​​corpses and blood, he looked around and found that no one was standing except himself.

He crossed the banquet with cold wine and cold dishes, crossed the pale wasteland covered with bones, crossed the boiling river of blood, crossed the lush wheat fields, crossed the snow-capped mountains, and came to the only throne in Valhalla.

When he sat down, his hair turned silver, his skin was like weathered rock, and his face was carved with deep traces by time. He crossed his hands, and the bells of Valhalla rang again, celebrating the strongest warrior's return to his throne!

"Next time," said the Lord of Wujian Abyss in a deep voice, "I won't lose again."