At this moment, small black snowflakes were floating, covering the entire myth center. Only the true saints could see that above the endless deep space, a large black umbrella was slowly approaching, from blurry to real. Unlike before, when the umbrella appeared, black snow began to fly. In the past, those were just visions, belonging to wonders, but now they were real falling snowflakes.
In the No. 1 Mythology Center, all the major Taoist temples have begun to close their gates and refuse visitors. Of course, only the big sects and powerful tribes can cross the border with their temples.
At this time, all the extraordinary people were indeed "taking supplements". All kinds of powerful medicines, magical fruits, rare objects, etc. were taken out to nourish their bodies.
"Brother Qi, I'm a little worried. Please take the trouble to go again." Wang Xuan told Lao Zhang, Zhong Cheng, Grandmaster Ma and others about all the supplies he had, such as rare flowers, magical lotus, and even his own broken bone powder given to specific people. They could choose whether to take it or not.
Some people care deeply, some are thick-skinned, and some really don't care.
The postman Yu Daoqi walked away in the snow very unhappy.
At this time, the core members of the Jedi organization gathered together for warmth, preparing to hibernate in the same ruined dojo. They were so experienced that everything was done with ease.
The giant beast bear king said: "Earlier, this rare medicine residue had a bit of burnt smell, but now it tastes sweet. The most important thing is that a few bites during enlightenment are really effective. Maybe one day, I can see the 6th broken realm."
They are also taking "tonic".
Silver-haired Vero did not move, staring at his rare medicinal residues in a trance, with imperial patterns intertwined in his eyes.
"Lao Luo, didn't you make up for it?" Qingniu asked.
Willow looked up and said, "You say, is this really the remnant of the 6-po miracle medicine destroyed in the thunder?"
"Any questions?" Yu Teng asked.
Willow asked, "Could this be the ashes left over from when the 6th Broken One survived the tribulation?"
"What are you talking about?"
The people who were stuffing the medicine residue into their mouths all felt a little nauseous.
"For example, could the medicinal residue you ate, Bear King, be the burnt old skin that fell off a person's hand?" Vero's eyes were intertwined with special textures as he looked at the black substance in the Bear King's palm-leaf fan-shaped hand.
"Viro, are you doing this on purpose?!" Although the bear king looked rough, he was very particular about food, clothing and other daily necessities, which was a bit unbearable for him.
"Lao Luo, you have a keen sense of perception, did you notice anything?" Lu Po asked.
Vero comforted him, "At a random moment, when the source of mythology was in turmoil, a flash of light flashed, and I seemed to see a blurry virtual scene. Unfortunately, it's not real. It's okay, the medicine is good, take it."
"What are you afraid of? In his early years, Lao Luo ate more delicious food than anyone else. He said it would be of great use to him!" Qingniu exposed the shortcoming.
Instantly, Vero closed his eyes!
Between heaven and earth, an extremely cold wind blew up, rolling up black goose feather snow, and the whole place was vast and black.
The old demon Cai Dao went to a medium-sized dojo in the snow and prepared to hide in it for the winter. With his status as a top-level extraordinary person, he could naturally look down on everyone here and easily explore their spiritual realm.
"The founder of the Netherblood Cult comes from a corrupt universe and knows... the 6th Breaker Wang Xuan. He has some connections." Cai Dao discovered that the Netherblood Cult lurking here was very cautious. Even though he knew that his brother had become successful, he did not dare to recognize him, for fear of being in the spotlight and eventually dying tragically.
The true identity of the leader of the Nether Blood Cult has been discovered. Actually, Old Ming is not unwilling to acknowledge his relatives, but Wang Xuan is always standing under the "spotlight" and is being watched by all parties, so he cannot get close.
Over the years, he has kept a low profile, dormant in this dojo, accompanied by the bad-mouthed mechanical bird brought from the mother universe.
"Interesting, this guy was once impersonated by all the masters in the entire fairy world, and everyone is Mingxue..." When the old demon Cai Dao flipped through Mingxue's memories, he felt a little sympathetic to him. In fact, it was mainly because he felt a sense of sympathy for him, as he was also experiencing the same thing now.
"Wake up, don't fall asleep yet. Isn't it annoying that someone impersonates you every day?"
"Ah, senior, you are... I'll get used to it. I'm also pretending to be myself." Mingxue reacted quickly after waking up in shock, but he was actually very nervous and pulled off a dozen metal feathers of the mechanical bird.
"Old Ming, are you sick? Why are you pulling my feathers? Are your hands as rude as my mouth?!" The mechanical bird got angry, but quickly shut up.
"Explain your mental journey to me. If it can help me solve my problem, I will be responsible for sending you to your brother and ensuring your safety after the winter ends and the new era begins."
At this point, almost all the important acquaintances that Wang Xuan had been looking for appeared in the Myth Center.
In the 247th year of the mythical Great Migration, heavy black snow continued to fall, the whole world became dark, no scenery could be seen, and the Ice Age arrived.
In just half a month, 90% of the creatures fell into a deep sleep. Now there is a special substance flowing and spreading, making the myth center dim and drowsy. All the mysterious factors are inactive, barely effective, which is one of the fundamental reasons why many creatures are dormant.
Moreover, the huge black umbrella truly appeared, boundless, not only covering the center of Mythology No. 1, but also constantly expanding, and the surrounding universe that was briefly illuminated was all within its obstruction.
Of course, the Umbrella of Eternal Silence is limited to shielding the extraordinary and has little effect on ordinary people in the normal universe.
The dark and real snow only falls at the source of the myth. In other areas it is just fog that ordinary people cannot see.
"Eternal Silence has arrived!" In the No. 2 Myth Center, Yunling, the level 6 boss, looked up at the deep sky. The black snow was also boundless here.
In the snow, the little 6-destroyer Fu Ye said, "Grandmaster, I suspect that the person who attacked me, blew off my skull, and snatched the Chengdao Bottle was Wang Xuan."
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