"Brother Li, these people are obviously killing each other."
"Um."
Li Yi just nodded.
Perhaps because of his past, he was quite indifferent to everything around him.
The prosperous cave world.
They pushed open the half-destroyed, half-existing space door, and with a sharp click, a cloud of dust blew towards them.
What meets the eye are numerous high-rise buildings and thousands of miles of rice flowers.
In a flash, only ruins were left, corpses were scattered all over the ground, countless corpses fell to the ground, there were hand bones that could not be stretched out from the ruins, there was a sword cultivator half-kneeling with a sword in his hand, there was a Taoist priest whose body was nailed to the wall by a dragon bone, there was a fairy boat that tilted into the city, and it was still emitting spiritual fire...
In the square below the White Jade Palace, there were corpses sitting cross-legged. They died peacefully without any wounds on their bodies.
There was no longer any smell of blood in the air.
Li Yi walked through the fairy palace. The prosperous flower that he had nurtured for thousands of years was now destroyed.
Not controlled by the will of heaven, but by each other.
Now that such a long time has passed, Li Yi does not feel too sad, but just some sighs and emotions.
Walking up the stairs leading to the White Jade Palace, they saw a figure at the end. He was dressed in green clothes stained with blood, with sword-like eyebrows, star-like eyes, and a resolute face.
He knelt on his knees and offered the Heavenly Sword with both hands.
This was originally one of the greatest treasures of the Immortal Palace, but he took it away while the immortals were in seclusion and killed countless people.
Li Yi walked up the stairs, and just then the door of the White Jade Palace slowly opened, and a wisp of cold air spread out from inside.
A figure stepped out.
His white clothes were like snow, his eyes were sparkling, and there was infinite majesty between his brows.
When Panhu saw Li Changsheng at this moment, he thought to himself: The feeling of separation has disappeared, and he has broken away from the state of harmony.
"Kid, you are wrong. The consent of the majority cannot represent the life and death of the minority."
The fairy in white sighed softly and glanced at the fairy palace where corpses were scattered all over the place.
The kneeling man lowered his forehead slightly and said, "We don't know whether we can survive this catastrophe in three hundred years. We don't know whether the human race will prosper and live in peace after this catastrophe. We don't know whether there will be another prosperous era of ten thousand years in the future."
"We never knew what would happen if you were trapped in the Heavenly Dao. The only thing we know is that the prosperous era you promised has lasted for ten thousand years."
"I, Xiao Yuntian, and the nine immortal boat fleets, 180 incarnations, 30,000 Yuanying, and 100,000 Jindan slaughtered the Immortal Palace, killed 30,000 enemies, and wiped out the rebels."
"Then hang yourself 300,000 people to destroy the destiny of heaven!"
"Please ask the Immortal to cut the sky!"
The man knelt on the ground with the sword in his hand, and there was no sign of life left, he had already hanged himself.
The sky and earth roared, and thunder continued.
The White-Robed Immortal buried everything in the pit, which was also the pit that Panhu saw.
The Immortal in White stood on the grave of civilization, leaving him alone between heaven and earth.
(End of this chapter)
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