The deep space is infinite, empty and silent. All the worlds seem to have disappeared and all things seem to be dead. What you see is like the kingdom of the dead and a lost landscape.
Wang Xuan was on the road. This was a journey he took alone. One universe after another, like rotten leaves, scattered on the roadside, lifeless and dim.
At the very least, in the eyes of the extraordinary, the heavens and the world are no longer the same as they were in the past. In the era of eternal silence, there is really no shining light of mythology.
In the past, there were always some areas emitting faint flames, but now, looking around, the countless universes in the endless space are silent.
"I have no home to return to and I am forced to leave. Who is that short-haired and flat-headed man?" Wang Xuan drove the boat, crossing one dark area after another, passing through multiple universes. The journey was too quiet. No one accompanied him, and no one talked to him. He could only talk to himself to distract himself.
It was still okay at first, and even one person could endure it for a while. But later on, after years and months without seeing the light, even the extraordinary people seemed to "turn dark".
No wonder those creatures who have lived for many epochs are all very abnormal. They can survive dozens of epochs of darkness and cold winter. Even people without any physical problems are prone to mental problems.
On the way, Wang Xuan occasionally stopped in the deep space sea to "dock" and approach certain large universes, and then took the path of the highest spiritual world and descended into the universe he liked.
He couldn't walk through the real world, nor could he create a crack in the universe.
"Even when the body is in darkness, the heart must see the light." He came to the world of ordinary people just to make himself normal, otherwise, he was afraid that something would go wrong.
In fact, in his current situation, he doesn't need to worry about these things, because he has only been on the road for a few years. He is just taking precautions, fearing that one day he will sink into darkness.
All the worlds were destroyed, and the mythological realm lost all light and became completely dark, swallowing up all the extraordinary factors.
But there is no problem in the world of ordinary people and the normal universe. Mortals still live as they did in the past. In fact, myths have never arisen in many universes. It is more normal for all worlds to have no extraordinary universe. Myths are just a few variations of the heaven and earth.
The bustling crowd and the crowded city, although Wang Xuan was passing through the sea of people, he felt out of place. Even though it seemed familiar, it was difficult for him to integrate. As a transcendent, this was not his world, especially since everything familiar was missing in the similar scenes.
However, he stayed in some monster societies for several days. He would carry the bloody legs of golden-haired giants from the city to bite, greet his neighbors warmly, and then quickly loot their homes after they left.
On a planet with no grass and flying dust, some kind of rock creature was yawning and looked with disdain at Wang Xuan who was communicating with it.
"God, what is that? You have only lived for thousands or hundreds of thousands of years? It's ridiculous and insignificant, like dust. I'm sleepy and I want to sleep." It looked down on the communicator and thought that life was too short.
Of course, the so-called communication is naturally fluctuations on the spiritual level.
Wang Xuan was very surprised. This time he landed on a special planet and encountered this kind of rock monster. They could live for millions of years, and the oldest ones were already over 100 million years old. They were a true immortal race, but that was all. They spent most of their lives in silence. After such a conversation, they would sleep for tens of thousands of years. Generally speaking, they were not much better than ordinary stones. They hardly moved, and only had some unclear consciousness.
"Retreat and practice? We stay in seclusion for millions of years at a time, and our ancestors even stayed in seclusion for hundreds of millions of years. Can gods compare to us?" After hearing these words, Wang Xuan went away. He no longer had any desire to explore. He was just a group of stones that could speak.
He set sail again, practicing on the way. He steered the boat in the fog, traveling through all the worlds, passing through one universe after another, heading towards the distance.
"At the end of deep space, in the past, present and future, in the real place, is there no living creature? Those extraordinary people who are still gasping for breath, come out and chat or fight." Wang Huang shouted.
This is the cry of a severe insomniac after the arrival of eternal silence. He really can't sleep, and he is still very energetic in these special years.
Wang Xuan tried to turn himself into a chatterbox and said, "I want to go back.
I went to the mother universe to take a look, but I was too young and inexperienced back then, so I didn't leave any coordinates. Alas, I can't go back."
In fact, leaving coordinates in advance may not be so accurate. Many universes are constantly changing positions and moving all the time. Just like now, although he left the coordinates of the extraordinary sources No. 1 and No. 2, when billions of years have passed, it is still very easy to find them. Of course, becoming a true saint is another matter.
"6 Broken One Flat-Headed Silver Hair, have you followed us? Let's have another big fight!" During the journey of Insomniac Wang Xuan, after each period of practice and silence, he would find a way to shout a few times.
Otherwise, he was afraid that Chang would not be able to speak for a while. Even if he shouted along the way, there was nothing unusual. The mythological realm of the heavens and all worlds was dead silent and no one paid any attention to him.
"Gods, beasts, saints, don't you have anyone who can fight or talk? You should all wake up, get up, and come out!"
The deep sky was silent, with only a small boat shrouded in thick fog that was invisible to outsiders. Wang Xuan sailed across the ocean and went far away. This was a journey that was destined to be extremely lonely.
After the arrival of eternal silence, the true saint can remain awake for a long period of time, but will eventually be unable to endure the mysterious erosion and will fall into a deep sleep.
Of course, if they want, they can wake up during the process, but if they do that for a long time they will be very tired, so they will have to fall asleep in the end.
People without goals traveling in the heavens and the worlds, and travelling in the deep space which is as dark as the abyss, will undoubtedly feel that the days are passing by like years.
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